Capítulo 13: Sudden confession

By the time Chris returned from the shower, the room was empty. Sky was out. And honestly, Chris was a lot relieved to be alone inside.

He quickly locked the door before going to take off his contact lenses and dropped himself on his bed, laying on his back.

He kept his gaze on the ceiling, thinking about how boring his life suddenly was. I mean, it was Friday night! But here he was, stuck in his room and repeatedly getting pissed off by his roommate.

Was this what they meant by being mature? Resisting the urge to punch someone and spending more time reflecting on life than partying?

"Argh! I'm so bored." He said this in frustration before using the pillow to cover his face.

There was only one person he could talk to, and that was the person he picked up the phone to call.

"I was just about texting you," Wilson said into the phone as soon as he answered the call.

"I'm fucking bored."

"How so? Where is your roomie?"

"Dude's out."

"Then you should go out. Look around your new town and have fun. Come on. You are Christopher Owen!"

"I want to. But I am too lazy to do that. Besides, it would be awkward walking alone."

"What about that girl that went to NA? The one you told me about? Why not go together?"

"I can't just text her now, asking to meet up. That would be so... I don't know."

"You sound so mature." He chortled, and Chris sat up immediately.

"I know, right? I was just thinking the same!"

Wilson laughed in amusement, seeing how Chris was agreeing easily.

"So tell me, how's it been for you and him? Are you sure you can cope?"

"I... think so."

"You're still thinking?"

"I mean, he is hot and stuff, but he's not the kind of guy I see myself being into. He's too much of a narcissist and an asshole."

"Sounds like someone I know. But... you're sure you won't fall in love with him?"

"Eww. Of course not! He's just... appearance-wise, he's the kind of guy I'd be interested in bleeping, but even his attitude is so annoying that looking at him doesn't even give me a hard-on."

Wilson chuckled. "So you've seen him naked?"

"I haven't."

"Nothing at all?"

"Not even his stomach," Chris confessed.

"Jeez! Does that dude ever shower?"

It was Chris's turn to laugh. "I'm sure he does. He smells nice."

"You've got it bad for pretty boy, huh?" Wilson teased.

"Don't be stupid. I won't lie just because I don't like him.

"Do you have his picture?"

"What? I'm supposed to secretly take a photo of him and send it to you? What am I? A stalker? A pervert?"

"You can be a perverted stalker sometimes. You have such a tendency."

"Just like you're an idiot."

"Haha! Do try not to jump him though. You're probably suffering from blue balls by now."

"I won't. He isn't really my type."

A knock on the door distracted Chris, making him look at the door with a raised brow, wondering if Sky was back.

"Gotta get the door." He said that and stood up.

He went to the door just as Wilson was saying something about his boyfriend and opened the door, but the person there wasn't Sky. He was shorter, and looked wilder even though he was just wearing ripped denim pants and a bright green cardigan.

It was Henry who was looking at him with a kind of surprise and confusion, and Chris gave him a questioning look, wondering why he was staring at him like that.

"Sky isn't here," Chris told Henry, who nodded.

"I know. I came to pick up something for him."

"Oh... okay," Chris said and stepped away from the door while Henry entered and closed the door behind him.

Just as Chris sat on his bed, Henry handed him the nylon bag he had in his hand.

Once again, Chris gave him a questioning look before saying, "I'll call you later," to Wilson, and then he ended the call.

"What's that?" He asked Henry without taking it.

"Sky asked me to give it to you."

Chris took the bag hesitantly and looked at what he had been offered.

It was a packed burger with a note attached, which he took out and looked at. It said, "Don't be mad."

For someone as "perfect" as Sky, or at least that is what he claimed to be, Chris was glad to see his handwriting was not that exceptional. It was just normal and plain. But then he furrowed his brow as he wondered why he was being sent this. Who said he was mad? What exactly was Sky apologizing for with this?

"I'm gay."

Chris was startled by Henry's sudden confession and looked at him in confusion, wondering where this was coming from.

It seemed like Henry read his expression wrongly because Henry looked like he wanted to run away and hide.

"Uh... why do I need to know that?" Chris asked quietly.

Henry forced out a smile as he said, "I'm sure you must have noticed the other day. And I'm also sure you do not like me. But I promise you, I don't go about jumping on all guys I meet. Yeah, I check out guys, but it's just the same as guys checking out girls and girls checking out guys. doesn't mean I want to throw myself at you. So if you—"

"I really don't need to know all this." Chris cut him off. "And I find it annoying that you are explaining your sexuality to me. That's very... weird."