Second Chance With You

Chapter 8

(Christian P.O.V)

"Hey Chritian. Wake up buddy." I hear someone say into my ears. I feel someone rubbing circles on my back and I begin to open my eyes.

I squint againist the grogginess in my eyes and look up into Chases brown ones.

"Hey. What time is it?" I grumble.

"Only 7. We both fell asleep for an hour when we came back to your apartment." he says. I lean up on my knees and strech out the kinks in my back and neck.

"Are you hungry? I can cook something for us and we can watch a movie." I say to him. I really wasn't ready for him to leave yet, his company was comforting to me.

"Sure. I'll help you with dinner and we can pick the movie together." he says and walks into the kitchen. I follow behind him into the kitchen, what do I even have to eat? I don't eat much at all so we may have to eat air.

"You don't keep much here do you?" he asks me. I blush and look down.

"I'm sorry. I don't eat much so I was worried about this." I say. He pulls out various things from my cabinets and fridge and lines them up on the counter.

"Breakfast?" I say and laugh.

"Breakfast is always better at night than in the morning." he says and smiles.

I just shrug my shoulders and pull out pans to get started.

Fifteen minutes later I had one pancake and scramble eggs and he had three pancakes and a bowl filled with scrambles. My eyes widen at his large portions. There is no way he is going to be able to eat all of that.

"What?" he says and looks at me.

"You are not going to be able to eat all of that. If you do your a bottomless pit." I say.

"I am a bottomless pit. I love food." he says. Obviously I think to myself. I shake my head at him and almost gag when he puts syrupt on top of his eggs.

"Oh god that is so disgusting!" I exclaim.

"What are you talking about? It is amazing! Now are we going to complain on my eating habits or put on a movie? I vote A Nightmare on Elm Street!" he says around a mouthful of pancake.

"I second that. The new or old one?" I ask him.

"The old one of course. Nothing like the original films." he says. I go put on the DVD and sit down next to him. We eat in a comfortable silence the only noise coming from my tv.

I pause the movie for a moment and we clean up my kitchen.

After we finished we went back a started the movie again.

"What would you do if nightmares were really real like that?" Chase asked me.

"Probably shit myself. Or do what they do in all the movies and try to stay awake. Or I could turn on my charms and try to whoo Freddy." I say and laugh. He laughs to and pushes me.

"What about you?" I ask him.

"I honestly don't know. Maybe try and stay awake or something. Hopefully fight back and win but it seems like he never dies!" he says.

"But then again it is my dream. I can make it whatever I want bad or good. I would just dream a sweet dream." he says.

"What would your sweet dream be?" I ask him. Honestly very curious. He turns and looks at me.

"Now that would be telling." he says smiling and turns his attention back to the movie. I pout but turn myself back to the movie as well. His sweet dream was probably a DD sweet dream anyways. Not me.

The movie starts to come to an end and I try to hide a yawn coming from my mouth. I hear Chase chuckle next to me and I turn to glare at him.

"I think that is my cue to leave you now." he says. He stands and streches his arms above his head. I watch as his shirt rides up exposing his stomach. His eyes are closed to I can look unapologectic at my actions. I tear my eyes away as his opens up. He smiles down at me and I smile back.

"I had fun today. Thank you Chase." I say to him.

"I did to Christian. Thank you for coming with me. We need to hang out again soon." he says. I smile and nod my head at him and escort him to my door. He turns one last time and smiles and then leaves. I close my door and lean my back againist it.

I wish he would have kissed me. Even on the cheek. I knew it was wishful thinking but there is no harm in day dreaming. A fantasy.

Chase was straight and probably either had a girlfriend or a crush. I was just acting like one of those creepy gay friends checking out their straight friend.

I walked back into the living room and turned off my tv and DVD player and walked to my bedroom. I pulled down my bed covers and wiggled out of my jeans and put on my pajama pants. I grabbed my phone and put in my ear buds. I let the music travel through my ears and my mind wonder to todays earlier events. The way Chase laughed and smiles. How the lights danced off his black hair and teased my eyes. How his energy was addictive and contagious and made my heart feel lighter and how he made it beat hard againist my chest.

My phone vibrated on my chest and I lifted it to see a new message.
Chase: i am now home. I had fun with you today.
Christian: i had fun with you as well.
Chase: i'm glad. I thought the arcade would be lame. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.
Christian: of course ! I hope we hang out again.
Chase: of course we will. And don't think I forgot about our bet.

"Damn it. I fucking forgot about that." I mumbled to myself.
Christian: damn it. I forgot!
Chase: yes yes. I know what we are doing the next time we hang out together.
Christian: what am i getting?
Chase: its a surprise. You'll know soon.
Christian: im scared now!
Chase: you can handle it. I am tired though. Have sweet dreams Christian.
Christian: i hope your dream is sweet that you have. What is it about?
Chase: now that would be telling. Goodnight Christian.

I roll over and lay my phone on the ground. I wonder what his dreams are about or who they are about.

I roll over on my side and close my eyes for my sweet dream. Filled with black hair and brown eyes.