What Are the Chances?

10 P.M.

(Pj pov)

10 pm at the pool. -Chris

I lock my phone. I wonder what Chris wants to say. I turn my phone back on. Its only 9:30 am.

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When 10 finally rolls around, I make sure Phil is asleep in the other bed and sneak off to the pool. As I walk into the chair area, I see Chris, leaning agains the pool railing. He turns to me and starts talking before I've even stopped walking.

"We've got to get them together," he says. "Even if we go back to London and never see each other again, I want them to hook up before we leave."

I blink. "Why do you want them together so badly?" I ask.

He looks around, as if anyone would be out at this time anyway. He looks at me and leans in confidentially. "Dan is- was- depressed, and I've never ever seen him this happy. He has to experience this before we go back, to help him see there is good in this world." He looks up at the stars, which you can actually see here, unlike in London where the smog is too thick. I'm a bit bummed he leaned away from me though, he smelled really good.

I nod slightly and look into the grossly chlorinated pool. "So what do we do?"

Chris glances down awkwardly, then goes, "Well.... How are your acting skills?" I nod so-so. "Okay well, my plan involves some extreme flirtation between us."

"Us?" As if that will be hard.

"Yeah, me and you. If we act like we really like each other, and then we have a 'date'" He says, making air quotations. "But say, we're too nervous to go alone, please Dan, Phil, don't make me go alone! And then make them go with us..." He makes a face at me like right? I smirk at him, knowing he is a genius that doesn't get enough credit. "Brilliant."

He laughs, then his face turns to stone. "It has to look really real though. We have to be in love." I laugh inwardly. Not difficult.

"Right." I say.

He looks at me with such a comically confused look that he looks like the two debating halves of himself are going to rip him in two. Then, without a warning, he leans forward and kisses me. My brain freezes, and my body tenses. He is still kissing me.

Chris is kissing me. Chris.

Lips.

Mine.

I pull away quickly and wide-eyed to find that Chris is smiling like a little kid. I smile back, and he goes, "Well this shouldn't be difficult now that I have something to look forward to." Then he winks at me and turns back to the building to go back to his room.

Ten minutes after he leaves, I'm still staring next to the pool, staring at my reflection and wondering what the fuck is going on.