messages of churchtarts

7

James's heart sank as he heard a knock on the door. It was Chris waiting for him at the door. He didn't want to tell Chris to his face that he didn't love him but, loved him as a friend. He would say that he loved him to Chris but, what if he didn't like him back? He didn't want to risk their relationship. He wanted to wait for the right moment to confess to Chris and this was not it. This was an accidental "I love you."
Soon, another knock on the door came about and was followed by a "James? I know you're in there, you told be to stop by after my shift! Please answer!" So, James didn't keep Chris waiting and he took a deep breath, got up, and opened the door. To his sight he saw the short, yet adorable, blond haired Chris that made his heart flutter. Chris was holding a box of wild berry poptarts, and was staring up at James. The short blond was so adorable to James. He loved Chris with all of his heart and wanted to give him all the hugs and kisses he could give but, his failed text message stated otherwise.
"James? Are you going to let me in or not?" Chris snapped.
Caught out of his daze, James replied, "sorry Chris. Come on in."
James's apartment was definitely messier than Chris's. There was paint tubes everywhere, canvases leaned against the walls, and paint splotches on the wall that Chris observed was James testing out a color. On the side table next to James's couch was a stack of notebooks that Chris assumed were sketchbooks.
James gestured for Chris to take a seat on the couch with him and this was when James panicked. He was going to have to tell Chris he didn't love him like a boyfriend. He loved him as a friend. However, when Chris read the "Love you" message from James, his heart fluttered. He really liked James. He liked his nerdy personality, his artistic ability, his dark hair, his glasses, and every feature that James had. In Chris's mind, James was perfect. He didn't care that James's apartment was a mess, that was his personality. His creativity. James was everything to Chris and before they were talking, he always watched out for James as he left his apartment, the few times he did and one day, he left his apartment the same time James was coming back to his, and they collided. Chris was shocked but, before he knew it, James's number was put into his phone.
"Chris," James said, to get Chris's attention. Every time Chris heard him or saw him, his heart fluttered. So he focused his eyes on the pop-tarts box and tried to open it.
"Yeah?" Chris replied, as he opened the pop-tart box.
"Hey, about that text message," Chris's heart stopped.
"Yeah?"
"Well, I. Didn't. Mean. To. Send. That. It was an accident but, don't get me wrong I still love you it's just like I don't love you like that. I love you like a friend. Sorry Chris." James quickly lied. Chris froze. He didn't want to hear that. His heart sunk. He felt like crying. He loved James with all his heart.
"Oh. I see. I have to go." Chris said. He got up and walked out quickly. He couldn't cry in front of James. He'd feel to embarrassed and James would feel horrible. He couldn't approach James without feeling like crying. He couldn't text James. He couldn't think about James. What was he thinking? He didn't have a chance with James. He was too perfect for the little, pop-tart loving, Chris.