I slowly opened my eyes to see Chris standing there. He stared at me for a minute then ran straight to the bathroom and came back with a wet washcloth just moments later.
"Relax, okay?" He said softly as he walked over to me. He gently pressed the cloth to my face causing me to flinch and hiss in pain.
"I'm sorry Ricky, I just want to clean you up a bit."
"I-I know. T-thank you." I sniffled.
He smiled sadly and continued cleaning my face.
After all the blood was wiped off I slowly sat up. Chris went back to the bathroom to wash the cloth.
I had no idea why he was here. We weren't even friends, but all of a sudden he was so caring. I smiled a bit. Maybe he could become my friend. But who am I kidding? Noone wants to be my friend, I'm worthless. I sighed and looked down as he walked back out to me.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, sitting down on my bed.
"Listen, I'm very thankful for your help and I don't know why you did it. Did you do it for a reason or do you expect anything from me now? I don't have any mo-"
"I don't want anything from you." He cut me off then made a thinking face, which was very cute by the way. "Well, if I think about it...there might be one thing."
I swallowed hard.
"A-and that is?"
He chuckled. "Be my friend."
I smiled a bit and nodded. He seemed really nice. I think I liked Chris. As a friend.
"Do you need anything else?" He asked.
I shook my head. "I'm fine, thanks."
"We both know you're not fine Ricky. Your asshole of a boyfriend beat you up."
I looked down and sniffled. "T- that's okay.."
"No it's not. Why did he do it?"
I wiped my tears. I didn't like questions. He must've noticed that I was getting uncomfortable.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you even more." He rubbed my back gently. I nodded and sniffled again, not able to speak.
"Your mom thinks I'm here for a sleep over."
"Oh...cool I guess." I didn't know what to expect. We were friends for like two seconds.
"I can go if you feel uncomfortable, don't worry. I just said it, because I was looking for an excuse to come here in the evening." He got up and just as he went to walk away I grabbed his hand.
"No. Stay, please." I whispered. It was probably not a good idea to stay alone tonight. He gladly sat back down.
"Make yourself comfortable, okay?" I said, laying down. He nodded and laid down as well.
We didn't talk much and I was thankful for that. I wasn't in the mood for talking and just laid there with my eyes closed. That doesn't mean I didn't enjoy Chris' presence though. I could feel the warmth of his body and I also could feel him looking at me all the time, but I didn't mind. It probably should have made me uncomfortable since he was pretty much a stranger observing me, but there was something about him that was calming. He didn't seem like a stranger at all, more like a friend I've had for years. I lightly smiled to myself and drifted off to sleep.
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My sleep was surprisingly peaceful. I had already prepared myself for countless nightmares of Will.
As I slowly opened my eyes I instantly blushed. Chris's face was so close to mine! And he was holding me very protectively. A smile crept onto my face and I snuggled into his chest. He was really warm, not such an ice cube like me.
He soon woke up and immediately pulled away from me.
"Oh..uh...sorry." He mumbled.
I blushed more. "It's okay, don't worry." I said. He nodded and sat up. He faced away from me, but I had noticed the faint blush on his cheeks, which was very cute.
I thin I really wanted to get to know him better. He's very kind after all. I sat up and looked over at him. "What interests do you have?"
He looked at me with a raised smudged eyebrow. "Why are you asking?"
"Oh..uh..no reason. Never mind." I stood up and went to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and sighed. Why was I like this? I was so vulnerable. He didn't even mean to be rude, he was just curious. Of course I got offended for no reason like I always do. I really hated this side of myself.
I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed once again. As I was standing there staring at my reflection I just couldn't understand how someone as flawless as Chris could want to be my friend. It was impossible, at least in my own little world. I just couldn't believe that he didn't want anything from me. That's sad, I know. I'm expecting him to want something, because I was used to it. I was used to getting used and abused by so callef friends or boyfriends.
I didn't want to believe that Chris would be like that too, but I was scared of it even though my gut told me otherwise.
I knew he was different, I just knew it. He wasn't that kind of a person. I didn't know him at all, but I could feel it. I saw it in his eyes. He's good, not bad.
I washed my face then took all the courage I had and stepped out of the bathroom, ready to face Chris and apologize for being over dramatic.
I looked around, only to notice that Chris wasn't here anymore.
He had left.
