surprise!! its not hongo. you've won today.
it was eleven o'clock sharp when she knocked on his dorm door. she didn't know if his roommates would be there or not. she didn't really keep up with them all that much.
Chris opened the door a couple moments after she knocked. he was in his pajamas, she supposed. a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. but immediately when the door opened, she was hit with a sudden flow of warm air. his room was much warmer than hers, it seemed. she shivered, and he let her in to his room.
"do you need something?" he asked kindly, closing the door. she was faintly aware of the click it made when it closed.
"my dorm is freezing," she said, rubbing her arms. "but you seem to be quite warm in here."
he rested his hand on her arm, eyes widening at the temperature of it. "you are cold. hold on." she tried not to focus on the warmth he radiated or how much she missed the warmth his hand brought to her arm.
he grabbed a long sleeve shirt from a hanger and handed it to her, turning away. she put her back to him and slipped off her t-shirt, replacing it with his shirt. it engulfed her totally, hanging down way past her hips. the arms had to be folded up four or five times so they didn't go past her wrists. she folded her shirt and set it to the side of his desk.
(y/n) ran and jumped onto his bed, quickly getting comfortable under the covers. they smelt like laundry detergent and something that was just so Chris, it comforted her.
he chuckled softly, switching on his lamp and off the lights. he carefully got into bed next to her so they laid shoulder to shoulder.
(y/n) tried to ignore the racing her heart was doing and the fact that her face was all hot now. she prayed Chris didn't notice. that would be awkward.
they were best friends, Chris and (y/n). since their first year of high school. she had crashed at his dorm a bunch of times before, so how come it was just now, all of a sudden, she was getting all clammy and red in the face?
she nearly jumped when his hand reached out and grabbed her own. he held it gently, his hand much bigger and softer and much, much warmer. she flipped onto her side so she was facing him and grabbed his hand in both of hers. she passed his hand between hers, trying to warm up both. it was like her prayers were answered when he laid onto his side and held out both hands to her, smiling as she took them and laced their fingers together, effectively warming her hands.
a lot of their friendship was non-verbal. it always has been. they could share a look that said a thousand words. they communicated through body language a lot, and right now both their body languages said they were content.
Chris looked at her face while she focused on their hands. her eyes, in the warm lighting of his room, were wide and bright and ever-so-warm. he smiled softly at her, until she looked him in the eyes and her face flushed red. that made him smile more.
"do i have something on my face?" she asked him quietly. he didn't answer right away.
"no," he said softly, "i was just staring."
"oh," she whispered. she looked down, looking like she was thinking hard about something. and then she looked back up at him and it seemed as though she was studying his face.
"do i have something on my face?" he repeated her words, and she shook her head.
"no, i'm just staring."
it was quiet for a while. the two staring at each other. he stared at her eyes, and the way they wrinkled in the corners when she squinted.
she stared at his face, at all the imperfections he didn't seem to have. his skin looked soft, and if she squinted hard enough, she could see very faint freckles that you wouldn't be able to see very easily.
"you have freckles?" she asked him.
"barely," he said, smiling in amusement.
she detached one of her hands from his and ran a finger over his smooth skin. over the barely-there freckles and over the small, faded scar he had on his chin. this wasn't the first time she had done something like this, but it still had the same effect on him as always.
his face flushed pink and he grabbed her wrist gently, stopping it from touching his face.
"we should go to bed. it's late."
my, what a romantic man.
she nodded, taking a deep breath. she took her hands away from his and flipped on to her other side so she was facing away from him. he reached over and switched the lamp off.
Chris sighed, his breath tickling the back of her neck. she flipped once again so she was facing him.
"goodnight, Chris," she whispered.
"goodnight, (y/n)," he said softly.
and, just as he was drifting off, she grabbed his hand in hers and pulled it to her chest. he smiled.
goodnight, (y/n).
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okay so ive been meaning to write this for a while and i finally got around to it. abd who better to do it with than chris? no one.
this can have a sequel so if u want that let me know. i can start it.
i go back to school tomorrow abd im not ready. good luck to anyone else who does too!!
ill see you later!!
