Euphoria // Grunge One-Shots

On the way - Chris Cornell*

"(Y/N), you should really go home, it's getting very late and you're drunk." Shelley exclaims. I let out a sigh, knowing she's right.

Not much later I'm walking down the streets, making my way home. It's quite a long walk, but I decided to go by foot to the party, not wanting to face the consequences of being drunk and needing to take my car with me.

All goes fairly well, I manage to not come across as drunk as I am when I cross some police officers doing their daily night-route. All goes well, until it starts raining. First, the rains falls down gently, not bothering me much in my drunken state. But when it starts pouring down, I start feeling annoyed.

I start walking a tad faster and when I enter a certain street, I realise there's no need for me to go home in this weather if I can also just stay at Chris' house, which is in the street I'm currently walking in.

"Hey Chrissie!" I scream in his face as soon as he opens the door. He stumbles back when I throw my arms around him, "You don't mind me staying in for a bit, do you? It's pouring outside and I don't want to get soaked to the bone."

Chris pushes me back a little, just enough to see my face, and a playful smirk enters his face, "You're drunk, aren't you?"

A lazy smile enters my face and I nod, "Slightly drunk, yes." Chris just smiles at me and moves back to let me in completely, closing the door behind me before taking my jacket and hanging it up.

"Want some water?" Chris asks when he passes me as I'm taking off my shoes. "Water sounds good, yeah."

Chris and I have been friends for a while. I got to know him when he became a regular at the music store I work in. Guitars are my department and Chris seems to be in need of new guitars or new strings pretty often.

We started talking a bit every time he came by and we eventually started to hang out. There was not a day when I thought of Chris as more than a friend, but tonight, may it be the alcohol in my system or not, I did feel something more than just friendship.

I don't know what's making me think like this, but I want him so badly. God I've never been the horny-drunk, but I'd be lying if I said I'm not in the mood for it now.

Just as I sit down on the couch, Chris comes walking back to the living-room and hands me the glass of water. I smile up at him and thank him before taking a gulp.

We just talk for a bit and watch some telly, but I simply can't ignore the tension between us. I just know Chris feels it too, it can't be just me. Every now and then I sneak a glance at Chris and there were a couple of times I caught him already looking at me.

Ever since the unholy thought I had about him and I, there's this pit in my stomach and it just keeps growing and growing.

"Something wrong?" Chris asks when he catches me staring at him. Shit, I didn't even notice I was looking at him all this time. My eyes go wide and I immediately move my gaze back to the television.

The shake of my head clearly isn't good enough, 'cause I can see Chris raising his eyebrow in a questing manner beside me. "Nothing's wrong."

Chris just shrugs and moves his attention back to the television as well. The tension keeps getting worse and when the thought of him naked in front of me strikes my mind again, I can't help but let my gaze wander back to him. God, he's a beautiful creature, how come I never realised this before?

"(Y/N), you're staring again." Chris states without even looking sideways to face me. I feel myself go red and it is only then that he turns to me, "Are you sure everything's alright?"

I let out a sigh, not being able to hold back the information I'm about to give Chris due to to alcohol that's still in my system, "You're beautiful. And sexy. And my fucking god, you're making me think things."