Kris's POV

Images of what happened yesterday flashed through my mind. I had let my irritation get the best of me causing me to take it out on Chase. He had followed me out of the class and tried soothed me. Then Jake came and everything went dull from then on. Chase had pushed me away, calling me a fag. Just the thought of it made my heart swell. For what reason? I wasn't even sure myself.

Afterschool, he came to my house to explain himself, but I was still hurt by his actions. Just seconds ago he had been so nice, but his rep was too important to him for him to risk damaging it for someone like me. That thought was what pained me the most.

After slamming the door in his face, I drowned myself in my tears, remembering the whole scene again.

Now I was currently walking to the one class I dreaded.

No wait. Correction. The one class I dreaded most. I actually dreaded all my classes cause that someone was in all of them. Except this one, I had to be next to him and make contact with him. Just to make my day, Mrs. Marin decided to have us sleepover at each other's house over winter break and hang out for the whole break, not to mention we had to write a damn report about it afterwards. (Please note the sarcasm)

Chase's POV

During the class periods, I had snuck a few glances at Kris, but never once did he look back at me, which for some reason annoyed me.

Luck was on my side today though. Mrs. Marin had assigned us to sleepover at each other's houses and hang out during the whole three week of winter break. (And write a report, but I'm not gonna mention that since we are talking about good things here, and writing a report is definitely not a good thing) And of course today was the the start of winter break. Well actually, after the classes end.

Kris would have no choice whatsoever this time. I could tell he was trying to avoid me at all costs but that was gonna have to end. Considering this was an assignment and he would be graded on it after all.

Before I knew it, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. I swiftly stuffed all my stuff in my backpack and waited for everyone to leave. As usual, Kris was the last one left, other than me. He always took an extremely long time to put away his stuff since he was always so organized.

Slowly I approached him, hugging him from behind. The moment I hugged him, I didn't want to let go. The feel of his body on mine sent tingles all through my body. I don't know what made me do that, but it felt so right.

I felt him stiffen underneath me as I squeezed his shoulders a bit. It took me by surprise when he didn't pull away. Instead, seemed to snuggle into my chest.

Kris's POV

I guess you could say Chase is someone full surprises, but I would call him special and full of surprises.

As his strong arms wrapped around me, I stiffened for a slight second, shocked by his sudden move, but slowly snuggled into his body warmth. It felt so right to be held in his strong arms, the more I thought about it, the more I wished it could be this way forever. Wishes don't come true though, because his strong arms were soon removed from my small fragile body.

"D-d-don't tell anyone I did that ok?" he stuttered. He seemed to have realized what he did, as to see a shade of red crept up his face.

"I know," I sighed, getting my stuff and following him out the door.

Another one of his many surprises. An unpleasant surprise at that. Of course, he would never actually do something like that without regretting it later...

Once in his, must I say, very expensive luxurious convertible, that I am totally jealous of, we drove off.

"So, umm whose house do you want to stay at over winter break?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't say his, since I was afraid if we did go to his, and his parents were homophobic like him, it could end up in a lot of problems.

For me.

"Yours," he replied.

Phew. I let out a breath of relief which he seemed to have heard because he laughed.

"What? Are you afriad my parents will be homophobic like me?" He scoffed glancing at me.

What is this guy? Some kind of mind reader?

"U-uh what makes you get that idea?" I blurted, trying to hide my obvious embarassment.

"It's written all over your face," he remarked, flicking my forehead.

"Whatever," I huffed, crossing my hands over my chest, pouting to add more effect.

I could have sworn he said something along the lines of; he's quite adorable, but I brushed it off, since he wouldn't be the type to say that about me.

...

"Dad, I'm home! I brought a friend- uh classmate with me today," I hollered as Chase and I walked into the kitchen.

"Alright, just make sure you don't do anything too intense," my dad teased.

"Daaaaaad, I don't like him!" I whined my cheeks flushed.

"Kidding! Totally kidding son!" my dad chuckled from inside his workroom.

"Sorry about him," I apologized, not daring to look at him in the eyes. He just chuckled in response.

"I have to cook dinner today since my dad already ate and he's busy. So you can go watch some TV or finish homework or whatever," I muttered bluntly.

"Or I can help you cook. I have already finished my homework, so might as well do something useful," he suggested, surprising me.

Once again, another one of his surprises. This time a pleasant one. For some strange unknown reason, I felt happy when he suggested that.

"Sure," I beamed, smiling a little too wide for my liking. I shouldn't give him the satisfaction of making me happy. After all, he did just push me away yesterday. I can never be to sure of what he can do. Like they say; better safe than sorry.

...

"Hmm, well we will be making eggs today. An egg omelette." I stated taking out a few eggs.

"Can you even cook?" Chase asked looking at me doubtfully.

"Of course I can! I have talent, unlike some people, if you know what I mean," I sassed giving him a victorious smirk only for him to wipe it right off my face with his next remark.

"Oh right, I almost forgot. Of course you can cook. After all you are a fag, so you can do girly things," he countered smirking the victorious smirk, I should have been smirking.

If he wanted to play that way I could too! I picked up an egg silently apologizing for the poor delciousness inside that would soon be wasted on Chase, before throwing it at Chase, hitting him square in the nose. I laughed hysterically, as the yolk dripped down his face onto his clothes.

My laugh soon died down as I looked at his, glaring, face.

"I-I'm so terribly sorry! I didn't mean to do that! I'll get you a paper-"

"This. Means. War," Chase exploded, grabbing an egg in each hand before hurtling them both at my head. Of course, him being so well fit and excersized, he managed to hit me with both eggs.

A full batch of eggs later, we were both leaning exhaustedly against the kitchen counter trying to catch our breath.

In the end we settled for just some PB & J since we ran out of eggs from our egg fight.

...

"For a straight guy you sure take a long time to shower," I called from my spot on my bed.

"I'm done, dumbass," Chase commented, stepping out of the bathroom without a shirt on.

Holy mother of peanuts! I gawked at his gorgeously toned body and sexy six pack. Curses you people for not giving me a body like that.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Chase smirked, snapping me out of my trance.

"How typical of you to say," I muttered as Chase crawled, shirtless, onto my bed, coming towards me.

"T-t-tuh, w-what do you think your doing?" I stuttered. Was he trying to seduce me or something?

"Relax. I'm just going to sleep," he assured.

Riiiiight. Hehe. My perverted mind got the best off me. Of course he isn't gay! He wouldn't try anything like that. Gotta keep reminding myself that before I make an absolute fool of myself.

Sighing, I got off the bed and grabbed a few blankets and pillows from my closet before laying down on the ground.

Damn, I didn't realize how uncomfortable the ground was until now. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a perfect posititon to sleep. Groaning, I turned laying on my side. If I had to sleep like this, I definitely won't be getting any sleep tonight.

I heard Chase sigh before hearing movements. I felt myself being lifted up and carried to the bed bridal style. Whoa. What was this guy doing?

Eh. Whatever. By this time, I'm already too tired to object. Besides, he was doing me a favor letting me sleep on the bed.

Because of the comfortableness of the bed, I quickily drifted off into a deep slumber.