1001 Love Stories Darker

Doppelganger Pt. 2

"So you live here now?" I ask Chris as he walks to one of my dressers and grabbing a uniform.

"I don't live here, I just refese to leave." He says grabbing my arm pulling my lips to his.

"No you leave, it's the coming back part that makes me feel like should you just get some change of address forms." I say trying not to make it seem like that's what I wanted even if I was waiting for him to say yes am make my day, week, month, year, and life.

"Change of address. That's big I'm gonna need more then just one drawer." He says bating me into saying it.

"Maybe I can find some space for your things if you decide you  need to take it that far." He only smiles that knowing smile.

"OK. John, if you're not gonna say it, I'm not gonna do it." He says walking into the bathroom.

I only sigh.

I really loved this 18 year old.

"I was also thinking. This isn't the best place, most of the building is filled with drug dealers and if the cops kick down the doors, I don't want you going down with me." I whisper through the door.

"So what I'm hearing is you wanna stash me away in a little house in the suburbs, where we pretend to be just your average everyday couple, you call me everyday at nine from a unregistered phone, then the day you don't that means to take all the money and get the hell out of dodge." He says opening the door and smiling.

"You're enjoying this a little too much." I say and he smiles.

"Yeah, I am but I get like this when I'm happy."

"Let's compromise, another apartment, somewhere downtown, with am amazing patio, and veiw and lots of space." I say and he only kisses me.

"Is that what you want?" He says and I smile.

"Yeah." I say before kissing him.

"Good because I want that too." He says and my heart flutters.

"Go get dressed, I'll drop you off." I tell him and he smiles.

*

So this is what love feels like.

I think laying in my bed, watching the minutes tick by slowly.

I wonder what he was doing, what he was learning.

I missed him and I couldn't wait to hold him again.

I heard the front door open and instantly felt my heart flutter happy that he was back.

I sat up just as he walked into the room, pausing for a moment before smirking and walking over and flopping on my bed.

"You went home?" I ask noticing the change in clothes and he only turned to face me.

"You can say that, how have you been John." He asked and at that moment I noticed it.

It being so small even a trained detective wouldn't have been able to tell the diffence.

But it was the way he spoke, like a man, with way too much persuasion.

"Matt, get the fuck out!" I bark and he only smiles before pinning me to the bed.

"But babe, I need you." He says in that sing song way that would make me melt into a pile of agreement.

Yet not now.

There was someone I had that I wanted.

That I loved.