#analyticalbadass

analyticalbadass said: “I feel like it’s in my job description as a best friend to worry about you.” He looks away, expecting Josh to tease him about it.

        He couldn’t tell if what he felt was guilt, or something completely different. Chris smiled, though, sloppy and sarcastic - as he pressed himself into the couch, arms spread out at either side, legs wide open. Stop? Why would he stop? It was the only thing that took away the pain. When he told Ashley that he was through with line after line, of course he was lying to her.

      That’s just what addicts did. They’d say anything to make it seem like they were perfectly normal - well, when they had control of it. Did Chris have control of his addiction? He thought so, but - Chris should have thought about it a little harder. Ashley wasn’t stupid, and he knew that she might find out eventually - which, she did. She absolutely did.

       “How cliche would it be to tell you that you don’t understand?”

     Ashley paced back and forth as she contemplated just what was going on with Chris. She had found out about him doing this just about over three months ago. Now whenever she had stumbled upon it in his back pack, she felt hurt. “I thought we were friends. I could’ve even helped you stop, if that’s what you wanted.”, she was upset and avoided even glancing at his eyes. It wasn’t like she was disappointed in him, more so than she was disappointed in herself.

Chris furrows his brow, just… just positively angry. What right did anyone have to tell him anything like that? Perhaps, maybe, Chris was too angry to want help at all. He felt like he needed to take care of things on his own - all the time.        “What would you even know about it, man?”

When Dean speaks, his voice is dull; flat. He’s been at this for too long, had this same conversation a million times.       — “A helluva lot more than you would,”

And, of course, it’s true. He knows more about this, more than others in his oh-so-wonderful “career.” He knows too much.

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Chris backed up from her, almost until he was against the wall. What was she planning to do? How did she even know that he was ticklish? Chris hadn’t even told Josh about it…

       “Back it up, pigtails.”

There was a devilish glint in her eyes as she approached him, feigning innocence, however unsuccessfully. 

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