Between Two

Chapter 6

"You know, I'm starting to think your friend and Jonah are perfect for each other." I glanced at the backseat to see both Jonah and Tara passed out.

Apparently they both hit it off while I was with Chris and both had thought it was a great idea to get fucked up. Obviously it wasn't a good idea.

"Totally, what should their ship name be? Tonah?" Chris snorted, driving down a long, narrow driveway which I'm assuming is Jonah's house.

"I was thinking more Jara." This time I snorted, leaning my head against the window.

My eyes widened as I saw a large house come into view, scratch that, mansion.

"This place is huge." Chris nodded, parking around the circled driveway.

"Yeah, Jonah is filthy rich. Come on, let's get these two into a bed. Jonah's parents are away on business or something so we got this place to ourselves." I got out of the car, shaking my head at the two passed out in the backseat.

Chris pulled back the front seat then dragged Jonah out and I bit my lip to keep from laughing as Chris winced when he hit Jonah's head against the top of the car.

"I'm not used to taking him out this way since he's usually in the front." I laughed, moving to get Tara.

I grabbed her then nearly dropped her, "Jesus, I always thought she was light." I grunted, dragging her back some before closing the door to Chris's car.

"That's what I thought about Jonah the first time. Dude weighs more than fucking three tons of concrete." I chuckled, dragging Tara towards the front steps of the house.

"I feel like some murderer or something and now we're dragging the bodies." Chris effortlessly lifted Jonah up the stairs before patting around for the keys to the house.

I blew out a breath, not understanding how they both haven't woken up yet.

Chris unlocked the front door and I nearly wanted to cry when I saw the huge staircase.

Chris groaned, glancing back at me, "I'm honestly just thinking of leaving them right here." I sighed, looking down at Tara knowing she'd kill me if I did.

"Well, here goes nothing." I dragged Tara towards the stairs and watched as Chris did the same thing with Jonah.

"Alright, whoever makes it to the top first doesn't have to make breakfast tomorrow morning and gets twenty bucks." He held his hand out towards me and I gladly shook it.

"Ready... set... go!"

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"Oh my fucking god, that was exhausting!" I collapsed down onto the bed while Chris sighed in relief.

"Yeah, tell me about it. Also, I'd like some pancakes and bacon tomorrow morning." I flipped him off then moved to get my shoes off.

My feet were killing me and I blame Tara. She owes me big time.

"Whatever, are we sleeping together?" Chris laughed, sitting down next to me.

"I don't know, do you want to sleep with me?" I jabbed him in the side, pulling my jacket off.

"It doesn't matter to me, I don't mind. Just make sure you stay on your side of the bed." He nodded, kicking his shoes off.

"Aren't your parents worried about you right now?" I shook my head, laying down as he took his jacket off.

"I told them I was staying the night with Tara." I looked away when he pulled off his shirt, feeling heat rush to my cheeks.

"You're probably uncomfortable, you can wear my shirt to bed." He handed me his shirt and turned his back towards me while he unbuttoned his jeans.

"I'm not looking, Avi, so you can quickly change." I didn't say anything and pulled my top off then changed into his shirt before unbuttoning my jeans.

"Who do you think is going to be more grumpy tomorrow morning?" I took my jeans off, forcing myself to look somewhere else and not at the half naked Chris in front of me.

"Probably Tara... you can turn around now." As I said that, I laid down and pulled the blankets over me.

"Really? She seems... actually, never mind, you might be right." He got into bed next to me, keeping his distance.

"So... is it weird to sleep with a girl I barely know?" I snorted out a laugh, quickly covering my face causing him to laugh.

"I don't know, don't you do it all the time?" He poked me in the side, still laughing.

"Yes and no, I have sex with them but I don't sleep with them in the same bed." I rolled my eyes, turning so I was facing him.

"Wow, huge difference. Well, since we're actually just sleeping in the same bed then I don't think it's weird. Unless you're a creepy stalker." Chris moved closer to me, a small smile on his face.

"I'm no stalker, promise. What other music do you listen to?" I bit my lip, trying to think of some artists I listen to.

"I love Halsey, Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez..." He nodded along, keeping his eyes on me.

"They're good artists, Selena Gomez is hot, so is Taylor." I laughed, slightly shaking my head at him.

"I mean, you aren't wrong... what about you? What are your favorite artists?" He tilted his to the side in thought, biting his lip.

"Um... I don't really have a favorite. Post Malone has good music and so does Drake though, so I guess them." Chris shrugged, turning onto his back.

"I like their music... a favorite female artist?" His lip twitched into a smile and I patiently waited for him to answer.

"Well, I think it's pretty obvious." I groaned, looking away from him.

"I swear if you say it's Ariana Grande I will-"

"It's not her, I don't like Ariana Grande, that's Jonah's favorite." He chuckled, glancing my way.

"Gwen Stefani, I like her music and it's not my fault because my mom loves her so..." I smiled, looking up at the ceiling.

"I like her too and Jonah likes Ariana Grande, really? She has a good voice and her songs are okay, but..." Chris faced towards me, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I know and she isn't that attractive, not really my type. I think it's just who she seems as a person, to me she seems snobby. I don't know, but that's just my opinion and Jonah would kill me if he heard me say that." I bit my lip to keep from laughing, shaking my head.

"We all have our own opinions. Favorite actor?"

"Adam Sandler, for sure. That guy is just funny and seems wholesome. What about you?" I blew out a breath, trying to think of an actor.

"Um... Will Smith and Dwayne Johnson. I can't pick just one." Chris rolled his eyes, placing his hands under his head.

"What about an actress?" He stared at the ceiling for a while, occasionally tilting his head to the side.

"Uh... Anne Hathaway and Emma Stone. You?" I groaned, covering my face.

"There's too many." He was quiet a moment before pulling my hands away from my face.

"Tell me them all." I smiled, looking away from him.

"Okay, Jennifer Aniston, Sandra Bullock, Reese Witherspoon, Drew Barrymore, and I like the two actresses you said and ugh, there's still more so I'm stopping." Chuckling, he shook his head at me.

We continued talking for what seemed like hours. I never knew how easy it could be to talk to someone like this. It was nice to just talk about anything with him. Maybe becoming friends with him wasn't such a bad thing after all.