FANDOM: Good Charlotte.
RATING: PG for language and slash.
SUMMARY: Chris loves Paul, will Paul give him a chance?
DISCLAIMER: Typed it up, lost it, had to re-type it. APPRECIATE IT. I don't own, but I probably own the rights to making up PaulxChris because nobody else writes it! Somebody write me some... please...
"Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad..."
by Saint Aura.
"Hey," Paul asked softly, "what's the matter?"
Chris was sitting hunched over on the couch, staring at the toes of his battered skaties. His elbows were resting on his kneecaps, and his forehead was resting on his fingertips. All in all, his best friend did not look happy.
"Nothing." he muttered, raising his head slightly to look up at Paul. The instant their eyes met, Chris' head dropped back down and he sighed deeply.
"Bullshit." Paul said, sitting down next to Chris. "If there was nothing wrong, you wouldn't be sitting here looking like you've lost your best friend.
That made Chris start. He looked back up at Paul. His eyes were dark and hard, his bottom lip trembling as he spoke.
"That's it Paul. I have lost my best friend. You know why?"
Paul shook his head. He thought he was Chris' best friend... but perhaps Chris meant someone else.
"My best friend is the greatest guy in the world. 'Bout 5'9", soft brown eyes, chipmunk cheeks... I think you'd like him. But I can't be his best friend anymore. Best friends tell each other everything, I can't. I can't be open with him anymore. I can't tell him everything because he'll hate me forever... and I don't want that."
Paul nodded slightly.
"You know I'm gay, right?"
Paul nodded again. Of course he knew. It was just another part of Chris. His best friend.
"That's my problem. I'm in love with my best friend, and I can't tell him because I know he could never feel the same way... but it's tearing my head apart. And I can't believe I've got this far... without breaking down..." Chris' voice took on an odd choked tone as he took in a deep, shuddering breath.
"I can't do it Paul. I can't keep it up anymore. I love you. I fucking love you. I'm in love with you. And I know you'll never feel that way about me, but I can't live any longer without at least telling you that! Now punch me or whatever it is you're going to do, because I'm the creepy bald drummer..."
Chris and Paul held each other's gaze for a few moments before Chris' eyes dropped, and he allowed the first few tears to fall, snaking down his cheeks.
Paul didn't know that to do. He didn't love Chris other than platonically, but he couldn't stand to see his best friend suffer like that.
Reaching other, he pulled Chris to his chest, rocking him back and forth. Chris let himself sob, his chest hitching as he let out his sorrows in the arms of the one causing them.
"It's alright man, you're still my best friend, you still tell me everything. It doesn't have to change." Paul said soothingly.
But they both knew it would. Chris would resent Paul for not loving him back, and Paul would resent Chris for being able to love so deeply. No matter what they did, it would never work.
There was only one thing left to do.
"Chris, I... I don't love you, but, we could, I mean, if you wanted to... we could... try? See if... anything, I dunno... happens?" Paul tried to articulate what he meant. He didn't do it particularly well.
Chris pulled out of Paul's comforting embrace. Did he just say what he think he said?
There was nothing else left to do now. Both men looked at each other, and slowly moving together, both tilted their heads to the left and their lips met in one soft, chaste kiss.