#chowsey

Listen my boi christopher franklin chow is one of the most caring and thoughtful individuals to ever grace this earth

nursey Knows, and therefore tries not to take it to heart that chowder remembers his favorite drink and book and his childhood dogs name. he really does.

he also tries to ignore that the full force of chowders attention makes him feel so important and cared for

y'all hes only human tho and like… he cant stop himself from spending like 99% of his time with chowder. (who is so nice, he doesnt care at all!! not one bit… because hes… just so nice)

and in that time, not only does he feel more validated than he has in his entire life, chowder just also happens to be the best person alive and oh shit… Nursey’s Gay (i would like to think his realization is like… grand and overdramatic like chowder is like “hey man i saved u this banana nut muffin because i know its your favorite” and nursey is like “bro ur the best ily” and then he realizes o shit i definitely meant that in an explicitly homo way rip and then he has like an existential crisis over a muffin & his crush)

honestly he feels so bad about it bc.. he can justify lust for chowder obviously bc hes a good looking person and a lot of smh is pr fine lbr but… having a heart hard on for ur best friend is very different

he’s also like… positive theres no way chowder could be into him because hes just… so emotionally distant and fucked up and hes not good enough to be happy, essentially

the first person he asks abt it is holster but it goes SO AWRY bc he goes “hypothetically… if u were to like ur best friend who may or may not be ur teammate and ur pretty sure hes straight but might not be but probably is… and is like way out of ur league but u like him anyway what would u do about that?” and holster says “well….. HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING…. id spend as much time as possible trying to get along with him and taking it slow, get to know him better” and holster walks away thinking nursey has a crush on dex and THat does not go well

This is a high school au. How awkward do you think it’s going to be? Yeah, that’s about right.

Derek pulls himself up and out of Chris’s bedroom window. For a terrifying moment he is airborne, balanced only with his knee and his hands, clutching the sill of the window for dear life. Then he ducks his head through and pulls his other leg in, breathing the cool night air. He makes a startled noise, as he plops down beside Chris.

Chris is picking chickpea remnants from his braces. Derek watches him with morbid fascination, wonders why he thought this would be a good idea. 
“Do you think Mrs. Gutierrez is gonna test us over chapter 19 of Frankenstein? Because I didn’t read it and I don’t feel like doing it in the morning,” Chris says, finally, as a car passes by on the street behind them. Chris’s bedroom window faces the backyard, and from up where they are, they can see the houses on the other side. 
“Uh, probably. She really likes doing that, to inconvenience you, y'know,” Derek replies hesitantly. He’s not sure how this is supposed to go. Derek hugs his knees closer to himself, the breeze washing over them. 
“Probably.”

The silence resumes until another three cars pass. 
“Hey, you remember when you first got here, and you said ‘wanna go to the pahk,” and Pat laughed so hard he peed?“ Chris asks enthusiastically, so Derek can hear the laughter in his voice, only just reigned in. 
“Yeah. My grandma lives in Queens so I guess I picked that up from her.” 
“What’s the difference between Queens and Manhattan?” Chris asks, and Derek pauses. He wonders if Chris actually cares about this, but the half of his face that Derek can see seems to. 
“Queens is like, chilled out I guess. Quieter. More like Willow Glen for sure.” 
“Which do you miss more?” Chris sprawls his legs out over the tan shingles of the roof. 
“Uh, I dunno. I actually lived in Manhattan, and there was just a lot of stuff happening around everywhere. But when I went to Queens it felt more like home.” 
“So Queens, then?” 
“Well I guess. I think ‘miss’ is the operative word here, because I don’t really miss a lot of things about New York.” 
“Really?“ Chris asks, a little startled, “I think I’d miss California.” He sounds like he’s contemplating it thoroughly. Derek wonders if he’s ever even considered leaving. He thinks it must be nice to be so sure about something like that.

“I didn’t really have a lot of friends, man. Not real ones, anyway. And it was weird with my parents, I don’t know. My moms are cool but they’re really busy. Honestly, it was more like I just had two roommates. They didn’t really have time to think about me, I guess. Like, my dad checks my homework and wants to know where I’m at and shit. If I was gone for like two days he’d notice. But I don’t know about my moms.” Derek doesn’t really know when he decided to tell Chris his life story–it feels so weird to just pour his guts out like this. 
“D, I’m pretty sure they’d notice if you were gone.” His tone is suspiciously close to pity, and Derek would like to be swallowed whole by this house. 
“Yeah, probably. I mean, they aren’t terrible parents. I’d be a lot more fucked up if they were. They were always there for me and shit, it’s just. I don’t know, it’s different with my dad. And I didn’t even know it would be different,” Derek says hurriedly, desperate to smooth out the furrow in Chris’s brow. 
 “Huh. And you like how it is with him more?” 
“Yeah. It’s… I’ve never really felt like I’m the most important thing to someone? Because that’s like, weird, right? But that’s how my dad makes me feel. Like, if I needed him he’d drop everything for me. I mean, he literally bought a house because I told him I wanted to live with him?” 
“That’s crazy,” Chris says, and in the silence that follows, he lolls his head towards Derek, and Derek turns his head to look. 
“What?” Derek can only see more roof, and the faded night sky. The stars are shrouded no matter where he lives, New York or California, and it’s oddly comforting. He wants to tell Chris about it, but he’s not sure if he can. If it even matters. 
“No, D, look at me,” Chris mutters, noticeably quieter. 
“Oh.” Derek obeys, and Chris is grinning, the metal of his braces glinting in the warm light of Chris’ bedroom. “I’d buy a house for you,” Chris blurts, after a few seconds. Derek snorts, shoves him lightly. 
“Bro you’re seriously so weird,” Derek can feel his heart beating, hears it in his ears. 
“Are you gonna miss San Jose?” Chris’s smile fades and it all feels so weirdly heavy. 
“Yeah, I think so.” 
“Why?” 
“I dunno, ‘cause it’s nice all the time?” 
“Yeah?” 
“Um, and other stuff?” 
“Like?” 
“Just like, stuff. I haven’t really thought of it.” Derek lies between his teeth, because he knows exactly why he’d miss it here. 
“I mean, you’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?” Chris sits up, avoiding eye contact. Derek swallows, mouth dry.

yes hello my unknown friend and bless u for this boon on my harvest. Pls ask me chowsey questions i will love u forever thank u. im gonna treat this as one of those ask memes ok so:

who said i love you first?the obvious choice would be chowder. chowder said i love you to nursey within the first few weeks of practice lmao. but love as in, hey i wanna be old and still make out with you, that was nursey. he wrote a poem. it was gay.

valentines day is chowders favorite day of the year because not only is everything covered in heart and candy, its also the birthday of his favorite person on the planet!!!! (hes also the best at gifts chowder loves giving presents my dudes)(he also totally fucking overdoes it on the hearts and shit and nursey loves that shit)

they were both liable to show up at each others doors at all hours of the night before they started dating but honestly nursey just lowkey moves into chowders room. chowder tends to be a restless sleeper tho bc he has a lot on his mind at any given time so nursey will make him some chai tea and talk to him until he falls asleep.

their dates… fuckign… they like to go to really fancy restaurants and pretend to fit in. like nursey will call chowder reginald or something. ironically tho sometimes nursey will actually run into his mothers business partners and they have to abort and go to the olive garden instead. (im actually writing something along these lines, ft. dex as a disgruntled olive garden employee) ((they also go on hikes a lot bc theyre That Couple™))

OK SO…. there are several different reactions. none of them dislike nursey but i gotta say that chowders grandma is lowkey confused about the whole gay thing but she just goes along with it. his sister (who i have named katherine in my head) thinks hes pretentious but admittedly pretty hot & she chirps him a lot. his parents are pretty chill with it tho like, they were samwell alums and shit theyve met a gay or two so its fine. i mean honestly they mostly care about if hes treating their kid right. (all of chowders family? very protective of him. if chowders dad could give the shotgun talk he would but hes just not that type of dude. his mom gets the point across by talking to him while chopping up vegetables and looking him in the eye (not at the same time tho). once they realize how gone nursey actually is for chowder, theyre like yeah we dont really have a lot to worry about)

basically chowder just lives in nursey’s brownstone for the first like month of summer and then nursey goes to california to visit him for a couple of months. neither of them have a lot of obligations and restrictions in the summer so they just hang out whenever they can and skype constantly

“tell” is a strong word. they mostly just get caught being handsy a lot and thats how bitty put two and two together. dex already knew bc duh theyre his best friends. ollie and wicks? uh… i genuinely dont think they really know. they probably dont care anyways tbh

postgrad… there are a lot of possibilities… but one of them could be they both end up becoming teachers in some way. like chowder teaches computer science and nursey teaches english… though idk for what grades… maybe high school? hmm…. *shelves the teacher au for a later date*