"Did you have a good sleep? You slept pretty long. It's snowing outside, by the way." Chris walks up to me, scratching his scalp. He stretches before he spoke.
"What time is it?" I show my phone, flashing 2:47 p.m. on it's screen. Chris nods, then sits beside me.
"Have you eaten?" He asks again, and I shook my head. This day seems like a very lazy kind of day. I don't even want to stand up.
"So, how's your insomnia?" I felt like it was unfair that he talked and cared about me most of the time, so I spoke.
"Hmm, fine. I slept for maybe 3 hours but that's as close as I can get to rest." I throw my head back, stared at the ceiling. "Is there anything you need to do today?"
Chris shuffles and sits straigt. He bit his lip, making me a bit alarmed that he really has something to do and I tired him out. So I went ahead of him and apologized. "Oh, deary, I'm sorry! You can go on your way. I didn't-"
"Nope, I don't. It's just that..."
"That what?" I tilted my head. He sure made me nervous.
"I think your glasses got scratches. I woke up this mor-afternoon, I mean, and I hit the bedside table, not knowing your eyeglasses were there. I'm sorry! Do you want me to.. replace the lenses for you? Please don't say no because that's the only thing that'll make me feel better."
I couldn't say no to a cinnamon roll, could I? So I just chuckled, then nodded. But still offered something so it's not all on him. "I can pay for most of the fee because it's much more expensive in pounds-"
"Nope. I'm going to exchange it all by myself." I guess he's telling me that he was a grown man. But I can't let him feel very burdened!
"Do you really insist? I could do it on my own. I have a job, and the scratch probably is small-"
"It's across...the whole lens..." I laughed. I couldn't see how I could get mad at his clumsiness. "Don't worry! I will really pay for it and don't resist because won't buy it. Okay?"
I shrugged in defeat, raised my eyebrows. "Okay then."
"Well- what will you use now?" He asks, face striken with curiosity. I went upstairs and he followed. Not that I care if he follows anyway.
"I have three pairs of contact lenses. Certainly, this is more okay because I don't have to worry about broken glasses or annoying frames." I explained, taking out one container, realizing it was the wrong one.
Wrong one, yes, because I bought a brown one. I never thought it would look bad, but it did for me, so I never use it. I got a little worrisome when Chris held the container of the brown tinted contact lenses. I knew he was up to something when he gets all curious about a new thing.
"Wait-no, don't put on the clear ones first. Try the brown one." Chris says. I sighed, I knew this was going to happen. Well, Tom, get ready to be embarrassed.
"No, buying that was a mistake. I can't use that, you'll laugh at me." I said, reaching for the container of the brown tinted contact lenses, but he wouldn't give it.
"Ah, Tom, that's where you go wrong. Everyone is beautiful. I don't laugh at exotic kinds of beauty, even though I prefer natural because every beauty should be appreciated." There he goes again, lecturing me with stuff I'm not confident about.
"Well, you said you liked natural beauty so I'm not gonna wear that."
"How about your bad eyesight?"
"I have clear ones?" I chuckle in amusement.
"Nope, I had blue and brown for my eye color in infinity war, so you need to try this too. Okay?" Chris reminds. He looked so appealing when he had that look on.
"Well... Let's see. Turn around." I order, as he hands me the container.
When he turned around, I had the chance to wear the clear one. But then if I do that, he will lose trust in me. I figured that if you can't trust a person with little things, how much with bigger things? I think that applies to him. And also, snitches end up in ditches, so I wore the brown colored lenses anyway. They were dark, and very unlike my usual eye color.
My eye color was somewhere between green and blue. Both are okay with me, both are light colored. But this new color, brown? It's dark. And I never tried that again until now.
"You can...see me now." Chris turned around with a smile on his face. I covered my eyes by bowing down, then placed my hand on the top of my forehead. He slowly reached my chin, then made me face him. I shyly make eye contact.
"Oh my God." Chris says, eyes widening as big as saucers. "You look very... Different."
"I told you it would end up that way," I said, raising my hand to take the lenses off, but Chris blocks it.
"I want to see you like this more often. It's very beautiful, your eyes are as deep as a black hole, but when it was blue it was as deep as an ocean, it's amazing. The depth of your eyes I mean."
Well, I couldn't answer, but I thought a wors of gratitude should always be ruly. "Thank you. Your eyes are amazing too. I wonder how many people are still in there?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean- I got lost in there. Up until now I still am." I said, running a hand through my hair.
"Wow, what a pick up line. But seriously, brown eyes suit you as well. Your face goes well with any eye color. That's because it's beautiful." I raised my eyebrows.
"How about you? Don't even let me get started on the stuff I-well, everybody finds attractive about you."
We both laughed. Time passed by so slow when I was with him. He made me so happy, I forget everything. It's only me, him, and the moment.
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-in which an overly dosed tom calls chris to help him sleep and fight insomnia. both want to do that more often after realizing that it was magical and it makes the both happy. tom pretends to be unable to sleep, while chris talks to him, but doesn'...