The Dark Side - Chris Motionless

The Closet

*chris's POV*

My burning cheeks were Enflamed with my boiling blood fueling them. How could she be with Austin? After what he did to her! Girls are just stupid.

I slurped down who knows how many more beers until I was practically unconscious. The feeling was relaxing compared to the constant paranoia and panicking of my normal life. All the guys had somehow gone home now and probably had the worst hang over ever, except ricky. Ricky still lay in my crumby little dorm room of the school that I wasn't even going to attend anymore. His head was on my lap and his arm hung over the side of my comfy bed. That's the only thing I liked about this stupid place anyway, the bed was pretty good.

"Wake up, assface." I pushed his head off my lap and he jumped awake. I must've scared him because his face looked like one straight out of a horror movie.

"Oww! Why are the lights so bright!" He hissed like a vampire and scrambled over to the light to quickly shut it off and relieve his eyes.

"They're not bright." I hiccuped from the alcohol that I was still drinking. "You're just dumb as fuck." Ricky pouted.

"Don't have to be so mean." He quickly raked his hands through his long, black hair that stuck out in a wild manner. I giggled because for some reason that was funny.

"Ricky..." I whined. He looked at me funnily. "I'm cold." Goosebumps arose on my pale skin as I lay under a mound of blankets. Why was I freezing? Oh who cares.

"You don't have anymore blankets... And it's hot in here..." Ricky looked at me then quickly looked away, hiding his face behind his dyed hair.

"Then I want you." I could see his face go pale and I don't know why I wanted him, but my body was aching for human contact, and he happened to be the only one here. Lucky for him. I reached out my long, skinny arm and grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto the bed with me. He responded reluctantly.

"Chris, what are you doing?" He seemed nervous as if I was a lunatic. No, it was just the alcohol making me act weird.

I wrapped my arms around his body and held onto him for dear life. He was so warm, his body radiating heat as if he were sweating in humidity. "Shh." I whispered and closed my eyes.

"Chris, your drunk." He looked down at me, his eyes nearly emotionless. I hated when he used to do that. When Ricky tried to hide things from me... Or anyone for that matter... He'd put on this thick mask that covered all of his emotions and expressions. And trust me, he had worked on that mask for a while with his family and hiding all of his feelings, locking them away as if nothing were wrong.

"Not really." I lied.

"Yes you are." He pushed my arms off of him, he must have been uncomfortable, but I was still cold so I put up a fight. I tightened my grip around his waist and accidentally brushed my arm against his pants. But what I felt was shocking. His pants were getting super tight, his face pale like a ghost and my eyes wide... Did he have a boner????

Oh my god.

*Rickys POV*

Shit, shit, shit! Why did this have to happen right now? I've hidden it for so long and now is when he finds out?!

"Ricky..." I could see the surprise burning in Chris's eyes. I quickly jumped out of Chris's grip and pulled a pillow over my lap and hoped for the best. If I was lucky, he wouldn't remember any of this when he was sober, but knowing my luck, it wouldn't go that well. "Ricky what just happened?"

"What are you talking about? Nothing happened." I fake laughed and hoped that he was dumb enough to believe my stupidity.

"You're lying." He murmured, still watching me cautiously. I looked away and hid my face behind my hair In habit.

"Fine." I gave up. I had to tell him eventually, so why not now? I took a deep breath and held it, closing my eyes because I didn't want to see his reaction. "I kinda sorta in a way..."

"Stop stalling, ricky.." Chris's voice went flat.

"I have a crush on you chris... I'm gay." The tension and suspense in the room was so palpable that I probably cut it with a knife, like I kinda wanted to do with my throat from the way he'll probably react.

Chris stared at me for a few seconds, in pure shock and understanding. I sighed and waited for his reluctant and suspenseful response. "It's okay." My heart seemed to drop into the inner pit of my stomach yet rise a little that he wasn't mad at me and disown me as a friend.

"It is?" I looked up, my eyes as wide and hopeful as a puppy.

"Yeah, I can't help being irresistible!" He said sarcastically and winked, forcing me to shove the pillow down harder on my lap. But I'm happy that Chris isn't treating me any differently then he usually does.

That's a relief.