(no subject)

[claire.livejournal.com]

Choey. First kiss. Please?

Comments

[surexit.livejournal.com]

Chris had been distressed all day. It was hard to tell, if you didn’t know him: his distress was easily mistaken for extra-hyperactivity. But to the rest of the group, he felt wrong. His voice was too loud or too quiet, sometimes he sat stiller than normal, then suddenly leapt into frenetic energy, and if he didn’t think anyone was watching him his eyes became blank. By the end of a long day, everyone was on edge and miserable, tired and drooping.

Joey looked around, taking in Justin, slumped in the corner of the hotel lobby, JC, eyes blood-shot and blank, and Lance, shoulders stiff and face set. He sighed. Chris was coming back from the gent’s, every muscle strung tight. “Chris, man, you room with me?”

“Yeah, sure.” Joey watched as Justin winced at the voice, just a little too harsh, playing on his nerves.

“Wanna crash now?”

Chris nodded rapidly and set off towards the lift. Joey looked at the other guys. “Okay?” he said.

“Joey, you’re an angel from heaven,” JC said, his voice tired and small. Joey smiled.

“Get some sleep, guys.” He followed Chris towards the lift, and heard, when he was a little way from the lift, a small choked sob from inside the lift. He strode the last few feet, and ducked through the doors, gathering Chris against his chest with one arm as he punched the button to close the doors with his other. “Hey, baby,” he murmured. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I got a call this morning.” Chris leaned against Joey gratefully, pressing his face into his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“My mom has cancer.”

“Oh God, Chris.” Joey wrapped his other arm around Chris. The stocky body suddenly felt smaller than it ever had, more fragile.

“It’s… not a surefire killer. It’s treatable.”

“I’m glad. Very glad.”

“But… it’s…” Chris raised his face to Joey’s and their lips collided by accident, drifting against each other. Joey pulled away with a sudden jolt. Chris whined softly.

“Chris, you’ve been upset all day. You’re not doing anything except going to bed.”

Chris didn’t look inclined to disagree – his eyes were already heavy-lidded. “Tomorrow?”

“We’ll talk about it.” Joey nodded.

[ninjetti75.livejournal.com]

Ooh! OW!

That was really nice (except for the Bev having cancer part of course) but... ..ow!

Great Job!

[surexit.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked. :D

[callsigns.livejournal.com]

Well, but *surely* that's not all you have to say about *that* . . . I mean, there's more, right? Right? Cuz, like . . . more. And stuff.

He strode the last few feet, and ducked through the doors, gathering Chris against his chest with one arm as he punched the button to close the doors with his other. “Hey, baby,” he murmured. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

That made me sigh out loud, loud enough to wake Magan. So, yes, more, ok? Thanks.

[surexit.livejournal.com]

Um. Remember the whole too many story ideas thing? Stop adding to them.

Kthxbai.

[claire.livejournal.com]

Eeee! That made my stomach hurt. In a good way. Thank you.

[surexit.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked - I didn't really know what I was doing with it, so I'm glad it came out okay.