pretty boy

chapter 2 ;

The next morning, Chris felt a little lighter. Like a weight had been lifted off his chest.

He actually didn't dread school as much as he thought - he was excited, even.

Why, you ask?

I think we both know the answer.

"Hey mom, you don't have to drive me today. I wanna take the bus." He said as he swung his bag over his shoulder.

"Oh? Have you made friends already?" She asked.

"Something like that." Chris smiled.

And with that, he headed over to his bus stop. He pulled his hood over his head, hoping nobody would look at him. He just wanted to see Simon, that's it. Not the obnoxious pink haired girl or any of her little gremlin friends - not anybody. He, admittedly, had become quite attached to the boy in such a short amount of time.

It was just something about that bright smile of his, and the way he could make Chris's stomach feel all fluttery with just a look, and his cute fluffy hair, and...

Everything about him. Chris was mesmerized by the idea of him.

But of course, he wouldn't show it. Simon would definitely think he was weird - I mean, who develops a crush in that short amount of time? Plus, he probably wasn't into guys.

Chris heard the sound of the bus stopping and got on.

Simon wasn't on the bus yet, so he just sat alone in the back.

God damnnit, why is he all I can think about?

After what felt like forever, Chris felt someone nudge him.

He turned.

"Cwissy, I have your sweatshirt." Simon grinned at him.

"Oh, you can keep it if you want." Chris blurted out.

Fuck, why did I say that? That's so fucking weird of me. He probably doesn't want my shitty sweater.

He noticed Simon's face go a shade of red as he sat down by him.

"O-Oh? Really?" He asked softly.

"Yeah. It's whatever, I don't give a shit." Chris looked away. He had to maintain his edgy persona.

"Aw, and just when I thought you were becoming soft for me.~" Simon teased.

"I'm not fucking soft for anyone, dipshit." Chris crossed his arms.

"You're so mean!" Simon pouted.

Chris turned to face him.

"I'm not mean, you're just obnoxious."

Simon's playful smile quickly faded.

Fuck. I screwed it up again.

"Sorry. I didn't mean it." Chris said, his expression softening as he placed a hand on Simon's.

They both looked at each other.

"You know, we don't have to be friends if you really think I'm annoying." Simon said quietly.

"No! I don't - you're - you're fine. You haven't done anything wrong. I'm just..." Chris trailed off. He sighed. "I'm just bad with words."

"Oh, that's okay." Simon smiled.

Simon intertwined their fingers again. Chris felt himself blush.

"Jeez, you sure do blush a lot." Simon smiled. "Do you like me or something?"