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Sunrise on the Rooftop

THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF "With Love on a Rooftop" PLEASE READ THAT CHAPTER FIRST FOR CONTEXT AND OTHER INFORMATION. THIS IS ANOTHER MRBEAST FANFIC. I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO POINT OUT RIGHT NOW THAT THIS FANFIC IS GONNA HAVE A POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP SO IF THAT'S NOT SOMETHING YOU'RE DOWN TO READ ABOUT PLEASE SKIP THIS. I DON'T WANT TO SEE HATE. 

TW: Feelings of loneliness, feelings of disappointment (in ones self), feelings that being LGBTQ+ is wrong, Internalized Homophobia, Belief that one is broken, self degrading comments, mentions of being rejected by family, cursing, mentions of past drug abuse (not light drugs like nicotine. I'm talking heavy shit), mentions of current drug usage (Light drugs like nicotine and weed),  

Chandler never forgot that night. He never forgot the look of concern on Jimmy's face, the look of disappointment on Chris' face. Of course Chris would never be disappointed in Chandler. Chris was disappointed in himself for letting Chandler reach the point he did that night. Chandler also never forgot them telling him they loved him. He knew that Chris and Jimmy said loved him, but that doesn't mean he always believes it. Sometimes those dark thoughts win above everything. 

Likewise, Jimmy and Chris also never forgot that night. There were times when all Jimmy can see when he looks at Chandler was that crying and broken man. There were moments where Chris would wonder if Chandler was hiding things from them again. None of them spoke about how vividly burned in their minds that night was during the days. Most days they pretended it didn't happen, that they didn't have those moments.

But, every once and a while that would change. Once, sometimes twice a week the three would sneak out of windows, blankets and water bottles in hand, and their phones on their beds. 

Chris sat on the rooftop alone, usually he wouldn't be the first one on the roof. However, this night he needed the few moments alone to think before the two most important people in his life sat down beside him. He sat with a blanket around his shoulders, looking out towards the forest. Sounds of the night flooded through his ears, to everyone else it would seem so loud, but not to Chris. Not right now. Nothing in this world was louder than the thoughts in his head, reprimanding him for the feelings in his heart. 

"Don't you have a fear of heights?" Chris turned quickly towards Chandler's voice. His voice slide smoothly through the night air and sounds. 

"Don't you have a fear of pickles?" Chris attempted to joke, receiving a light chuckle from Chandler. Chandler moved to sit next to Chris, pulling his own blanket tighter around his shoulders.

"Fair enough," Chandler replied. The two sat in silence for a moment. "What's wrong? You wouldn't come up here first for no reason."

"Wanted to think a bit." 

"About what?" Chandler asked, not trying to pry but wanting to know what was making his friend so concerned.

"A lot. My past, My present, My future. You, Jimmy, the channel, our friends. My family," Chris said. It wasn't difficult for Chandler to tell that something made Chris think so much about things that weren't directly related to now. Chris always tried to live in the present and leave his past to rest and his future to be unknown. 

"Why?" Chandler said softly, reaching out to gently touch Chris' arm. A silent sign to show he was there for Chris. 

"You'd laugh," Chris said. 

"I would never."

"You would about this Chandler," Chris said, wearing a short sleeve shirt for the first time in a while. He noticed Chandler was in short sleeves too, and pulled his blanket to cover his arms some. 

"Chris I wouldn't I care about you to much to," Chandler gently replied. The two heard footsteps before Jimmy sat down on the other side of Chris. Chris looked at Jimmy and gave a small smile. Jimmy knew better than to believe it though.