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He’s so tired. How long has it been? His head is splitting, or at least—                                                                                                        he thinks it is.

Groaning, he grips his head and pushes himself up to his feet. Stumbling, he catches himself on a wall, rubbing his forehead. After blinking for a few seconds, Chris focuses on his surroundings.

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           “It’s jammed,”he grumbles in disbelief, rattling the door handle again.                                 “I swear I didn’t even know you had a pantry!”

So much for simple pranks. Ashley had found him before he could appropriately secure the bucket of confetti above the door.

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                     “I don’t know that, Josh.”

Wrapping his arms around himself, like he’s hugging his chest to retain heat, Chris leans uncomfortably back against the wall.

          “You lie a lot. And, don’t get me wrong.                                            “I know you don’t lie to me as much as everyone else, but—                                 “I can’t figure you out at all, lately.”

Scowling, he does his best to meet Josh’s eye.

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Chris rolls his eyes and squeezes his eyes shut, head falling into one hand.

          “Ugh, Ashley,”he grumbles, and leans away from her, watching her sideways.

                                           “That’s like, the meanest thing to wish on someone.                                 “I barely laughed.”

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This is getting out of hand a lot faster than he could have imagined. Granted, he hadn’t planned this argument, so who was he to say how much power he really had over it in the first place? Hissing through his teeth, he turned sharply on his heel to avoid his best friend’s eyes, fingers curling into short blond hair as he gripped at his head.

                     “Isn’t it?”he demands, throwing his hands down.           “Then pray tell, Josh,                                 “what the hell did you mean?”

He feels dirty, and after one bleak attempt to look over his shoulder at Josh, he shakes his head.

          “Y’know,”Chris begins slowly, and takes a moment to inhale slowly.                                            Exhale.                      “No, it’s. Never mind. Forget it.”

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Rough: stubble

Hide: quiet

Foolish: dumb

Sad: Josh

Hate: Keith

Light: bright

Dark: fear

Mother: miss

Father: pride

Child: little

Marriage: someday

Love: want

Soft: gently

Pet: kitten

Dream: nightmare

Divorce: fault

Water: drown

Loud: noise

Announcement: attention

Power: strength

Fight: flight

Smack: slap

White: snow

Sick: cruel

Kiss: yes

Hug: big

Hurt: me

Narrowing his gaze, Chris smirks with an edge of mischief, and leans slowly forward. Making a point to face his best friend, he reaches up to slide one hand on either side of Josh’s head, cradling his jawline. Coming in close, he closes his eyes and—                                                                          bites the end of Josh’s nose before throwing himself back, hands in the air as he cackles.