Stand By LaChambers

Ch. 3: The Great Kathy Young

[CHRIS'S POV]

"Shit," I whispered, thinking about the situation I was in.

Gordie and I only had spent two nights together at his house. I was planning on staying longer, but after the first night, everything was awkward between us. The fragment of time I got to spend looking into his dark brown eyes that were staring back at mine, wasn't so bad. I had gotten off of him as soon as I could, because I could tell he was uncomfortable. I didn't mind hovering over him at all and looking at him, it seemed like he couldn't take anymore of it, so I jumped right off as if he had a really contagious disease.

God, I hope I didn't hurt his feelings. 

Although that happened two nights ago, I couldn't help thinking about it every now and then, but as of right now I was at Kathy's house. 

"So, what do you think?" Kathy Young had come out of her closet, dressed in a short polka dot red dress, wearing bright red lipstick. 

Next thing I knew, I was biting my bottom lip. 

Wait, what.  Why the hell am I biting my lip? I mean sure, she looks really good and attractive and- What the hell am I thinking? No no, I couldn't have feelings for Kathy. 

"Hello? Earth to Christopher Chambers?" she waved her hand in my face.

"Huh? Yeah. You look great," I admitted. God Dammit.

"Thanks honey." she softly kissed my lips, then shoved herself back into her small closet to change back.

Wait. HONEY? 

"Chris, I've been meaning to ask you this for a while," Kathy said.

"Yeah...?" I asked her, eager for her to go on.

"Christopher Chambers, will you marry me?" 

My eyes flew open, wandering the room I was in. 

It was just a dream. 

I felt something pressed against my chest, my arm wrapped around the item. I looked down to see a head full of chocolate brown hair that was a little messy. 

Gordie.

He was wrapped in my right arm, laying against my bare chest, sound asleep. I loved it when people were asleep, so quiet and innocent. Although, I liked it when Gordie was awake because I could hear him talk about his thoughts and listen to him tell those great stories he always loved to make up. 

Ah, so I guess I did stay another night. My eyes wandered the area we were in, acknowledging that it was my room. Shit. That's right.

Gordie's folks decided to go on a small road trip to get their mind off of the loss of their oldest son. They somehow forgot to tell their own son of this road trip, leaving him to come stay at my household since Vern and Teddy are both in big trouble for not telling their folks about all four of us camping out that one day. He did have to sneak in while my father was passed out from drinking too much. If he found out about Gordie staying here, I could never see daylight again.

"Chrisstopherr" the ol' drunkie slurred from across the hall. "Chrisstophherr where are you?" 

I could hear the sound of his footsteps stomping towards my door. 

Fuck. I'm dead, I'm fucking dead. 

In a rush to hide Gordie, I pulled the blanket that was around my ankles, up past the both of us, covering him but leaving my head visible. 

Slam. The door was busted open, showing the man I have to call my father, holding his .45 in his right hand and a beer bottle in the other. His act never scared me, because I knew although he probably wouldn't feel sorry if he ended up killing me with his .45, I knew he would hate to get caught for doing so and would not like serving time for it.