A/N: Last chap! Eek! Hope you enjoyed this read and thank you for all the support! ♡
~Writer42
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Autumn, the next year...
The bed sheets were still the ratty grayish kind that Chris had hurriedly fitted on the day after that summer evening, thirteen months ago, when Jonny and him had become one and together for the first time.
Thirteen months. More than year ago. Jonny was almost eighteen now, and Chris already was. Time had flown beautifully since that day.
Ratty, but comfy as ever, Jonny decided, as he now sat on the edge of Chris's bed munching on a large packet of cheese and chive crisps, almost empty at the rate he was practically inhaling them down. He swung his legs haphazardly while he ate, his foot repeatedly kicking the bedpost. A few meters away, and the subject of his amusement, was a tall boy hunched down with out of control blond locks flying everywhere, as he violently rifled through his messy wardrobe for a shirt that fit the description of 'smart-casual'.
"There was that nice red shirt you got me last week but now I can't find it..." Chris sheepishly said, reddening a bit in adorable embarrassment.
"You should've asked your mum to get that shelf sectioner thing, you know, the white one that we saw at the store." Chris's mum and Jonny had shown him lots of random storage containers to help him organize his Bermuda Triangle of a wardrobe, but Chris being Chris, stubbornly hadn't heeded a single word of advice.
"I'm fine without that shit, thanks." a snappish voice called from the wardrobe.
"No you're not. There's probably an alien spaceship landed in your pile of trousers and you don't even know."
"Shut up." Chris turned around and poked his tongue out roguishly, going back to his rifling before the other boy could see the smile on his face.
"Your loss." Jonny shrugged, smiling to himself, returning his attention to the crisp packet that was just about finished.
"How much is there left anyway?" Chris called, voice muffled by a mountain of clothes squashed in to where his head was currently buried.
"About one or two," Jonny admitted, "or much more if I crush them." he added helpfully.
Chris sighed, probably wearing a lethal expression.
"Jon, I bought those."
"Yeah, and I'm eating them." Jonny shot straight back.
A sock randomly came hurtling towards Jonny, landing draped across his head.
The thrower sported an angry smile that made Jonny laugh to no end.
"Little fucker," he muttered, looking Jonny in the eyes, "you're lucky your only bruises are from me loving you, and not from being chucked into another dimension."
"Whoa, whoa, possessive." Jonny put his hands up in defense, still laughing.
"They're a godly creation."
Jonny just laughed at Chris's side love affair with cheese and chive crisps.
"I'll get you however many you want, okay?" Jonny offered softly, smiling.
Chris just narrowed his eyes at him, but then dissolved it into a happy smile, which turned back into a frown as he looked to the wardrobe again.
"This is hopeless, I can't find it." he whined.
Jonny sprung himself off the bed to help Chris find a good outfit, but he was arguably a bit biased. To him, Chris looked handsome in anything, or nothing at all.
