This choice: You all head back to your place. • Go Back... (Originally written by oldshep   )
You decide to go back home and watch a movie with the guys. Despite your better judgement, Stephen manages to convince not only you, but Jared and JJ as well, to go on a Lord of the Rings marathon. He may look like a typical musclehead beachbum, but Stephen's always been sort of a dork.
As you all settle down, Jared takes the loveseat, while JJ's immense bulk takes up the entire couch. Leaving you and Stephen to sit on the floor passing the chips around as the movies play.
By the halfway point of the second movie, Jared's nodding off and the big lug of a tiger is already snoring. Even you weren't paying much attention anymore. Stephen on the other hand, is listening intently, munching on the last remains of the near-empty chip bowl. Your consciousness begins to falter as you drift off a bit. Leaning into Stephen, your bony frame against his meaty shoulder, you catch yourself enjoying the feeling of your cheek on his fur and quickly compose yourself, giving a quiet apology. You take a quick glance, and you can tell the ferret is blushing.
You scooch a bit away and try to enjoy the rest of the movie. You nod off a couple of times more as Stephen puts the third movie into the player. You don't notice it, but he sits closer to you as he gets ready to watch the last movie. You eventually doze off, joining Jared and JJ in dreamland.
When you wake, you wipe the drool off your cheek. The movie's over and everyone's left. Well, everyone except for Stephen. The ferret was sitting to your right and he notices you waking up.
"Hey, you're awake. Just wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Yeah, thanks man," you say.
There's an awkward silence between you until he breaks it.
"So, I don't know how to do this," he said tentatively.
"Do what?" you ask.
"You like me. As a friend right?" he asks shyly.
"Yeah." You think you know where this is going. You can tell he's nervous, he's fidgeting his fingers and constantly adjusting his sleeveless shirt. You take it as a complement that someone with his physique would find someone like you, skin and bones, attractive. But you need to set things straight. "Look, Steve. We've known each for how long? You know you can count on me." You add for clarity, "As a friend."
He let's out a quiet, "Oh," as he turns his head away in embarrassment.
You see him begin to get up to leave, when a sudden sharp pain grips your stomach. You cry out in shock. Stephen hears it and rushes to your side, bug-eyed.
"Woah, man. You okay?"
Clearly you're not. What could possibly be happening?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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