peatock [2013-06-08 14:38:38 +0000 UTC]

YO DUDE I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE ON dA WHATTUP

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shell1805 [2012-11-07 23:14:18 +0000 UTC]

hey ive sent ya a Note but just wanted to say... take a look at my gallery might be something there for ya.... (hope you like it *waits nervously*) x

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Edwards-daughterxoxo [2012-10-10 18:34:05 +0000 UTC]

Thanks for the favourite

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anness-a [2012-09-03 13:22:49 +0000 UTC]

wow you're amazing Artist !!
i'm totally in love with your gallery

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Voligoma [2012-08-03 22:46:48 +0000 UTC]

did you know that Jacaranda is a kind of tree?
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Nikuke-08 [2012-04-02 23:59:29 +0000 UTC]

Hey sorry, I need your email one more time....I lost it somehow. Fail, I know.

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TheHippieChickie [2012-03-17 13:13:19 +0000 UTC]

Hey there!
Just wanted to thank you for joining
We're so honored to have you~ your work is amazing!
Feel free to contribute whatever you want

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bhaktipm [2011-09-30 10:37:09 +0000 UTC]

thanks for the fav

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coolcick0 [2011-09-27 19:48:43 +0000 UTC]

Happy almost birthday

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Nikuke-08 [2011-09-12 08:11:53 +0000 UTC]

Here's my other Criss Colfer fanfic. I hope you like it! I think this one's a little better. More Chris angst. I don't think he's actually this angsty, I just like writing angst. Haha.
Therein Lies the Problem
Summary: This is my take on why there were no more Klaine kissing scenes in season 2 after that epic first kiss.
Pairings: Darren\Chris and Chris\Amber friendship, also hints of Criss Colfer romance.
Rating: T- for excessive swearing and a brief sexual reference.
Genre: Friendship\Angst
Length: One-shot
Chris Colfer had every right to be pissed at his director, Ryan Murphy. He REALLY did. I mean, sure, he understood why Ryan scripted the first kiss between Kurt and Blaine in season two- it was because he had promised that Kurt Hummel would get a boyfriend that season, and he was merely keeping that promise. Chris expected that. But what he DIDN’T expect was that while kissing Darren Criss he would feel all those cliché fireworks you read about in those stupid girly romance novels (not that Chris himself read any of them, of course, he just borrowed them from Lea when he had nothing else to read) exploding in his stomach and in his head and behind his closed eyelids, while in turn feeling his ears grow unbelievably hot from the blush that was spreading all over his body and especially to the tips of his ears and cheeks, most of it thankfully hidden by his fairly conservative Dalton uniform but enough of it visible that Chris was embarrassed about it once he watched the take with Darren after they finished filming it and saw how easily noticeable the blush really was. Luckily, no one said anything.
Chris tells himself it doesn’t mean anything. That he only reacted like that because Darren is an EXTREMELY good kisser, which he already knew beforehand because Lea had come up to him right before his kissing scene with Darren and whispered quietly and excitedly in his ear, “Be prepared to be AMAZED by his insanely expert kissing skills, Chris Colfer. I know I was.” Which was quite a feat because Lea had a BOYFRIEND, and she had always been EXCEEDINGLY loyal to him, never looking twice at another guy even though men checked her out all the time, and then Darren Criss comes along and kisses her DRUNKENLY and she STILL thought it was that amazing? Yikes.
This brief confession of Lea’s had made Chris extremely nervous because he couldn’t deny that he was indefinitely attracted to his close friend and co-worker. It had been somewhat easy to ignore at first, but after that damn kissing take (or should he say SEVERAL damn kissing takes), Chris couldn’t even LOOK at Darren without getting dizzy and flushed, blood rushing in his ears and pounding in his heart and even a little of it heading down south. All these were of course, tell-tale signs of a crush, but Chris was slightly comforted by assuring himself that there wouldn’t be any more kisses for Kurt and Blaine this season, because the season was almost over, and they needed to focus on some of the other character’s relationships, like the triangle between Rachel, Finn and Quinn, or maybe even the relationship between Brittany and Santana.

Or so Chris thought, until he read over the script for the prom episode, and found another scripted kiss written on page three, where Kurt and Blaine share a gentle kiss right before Kurt goes back inside to claim his Prom Queen crown with pride and dignity, because Blaine convinces him that it’s the right thing to do. TWO things about this piss Chris off: the first is the fact that Ryan would even are assume that Kurt wouldn’t take charge of his own fate in such a humiliating situation and would just go along with whatever his boyfriend says. That defied the unequivocal amount of courage independence and bravery that Chris always tried to portray through his out and proud character, and this script didn’t fit in with that image at all. The second was that Blaine and Kurt were kissing. AGAIN. Wasn’t it enough to have one kiss for the season? Even if it was just another chaste and innocent peck, Chris was apprehensive about it because of the way he had reacted the FIRST time Darren had kissed him. Chris will admit that after the third or fourth take, it was getting hard not to poke his tongue out and taste more of Darren’s sweet warm mouth, or run his hands through his unruly raven locks, or any other not-scripted moves that had run through Chris’s mind as he had sat there feeling Darren’s lips burn hotly against his.
The bottom line was, Chris had barely been able to exercise his control THEN. If he was forced to kiss him AGAIN, who KNOWES what would happen? Chris was reluctant to touch Darren AT ALL after that, and had ended up hurting him by dodging a hug Darren had tried to give him in order to congratulate him on Kurt finally getting a boyfriend.
As Chris sat there, his hands trembling slightly with nerves as he continued to gaze at his script, he realized there was only one thing to do: he had to confront Ryan Murphy about this scene, and fix what needed to be fixed. And while he hated to go against Ryan Murphy in any way, Chris felt that in this case he had a right to speak up for himself. Or rather, he didn’t really have a choice.
So that’s how Chris found himself knocking on the door to Ryan’s office during their lunch break, stepping inside as Ryan called “ ‘Sopen,” quietly.
“Hi, Ryan. I hope I’m not intruding on your lunch too much,” Chris said politely as he eyed Ryan’s half eaten ham and cheese sandwich.
Ryan shook his head, smiling. “Don’t be silly, Chris. I always have time for you. I was just looking over the scripts for a couple of upcoming episodes, but it isn’t urgent business or anything like that.”
Chris smiled weakly, remembering how everyone was always saying that he was Ryan’s favorite cast member, and how he always kind of got whatever he wanted because of it. Chris always felt guilty about that and vehemently denied it, but right now, he was thankful that Ryan never considered talking to Chris a waste of time.
“Chris, are you alright? You look kind of pale.”
Chris swallowed. He did indeed feel a little sick about going against Ryan’s opinions, but he steel himself and pushed through it as he said, “Ryan, um….I-I wanted to talk to you about the script for the prom episode. Please, PLEASE do-don’t take this personally, but I really think, that, um, there are a couple of things about it that should be ch-cha-changed.” Chris winced as his stuttering habit reared its ugly head, something that tended to happen especially when he was nervous or embarrassed. Right now, he was a little of both.
Ryan raised an eyebrow at Chris as he took a small bite of his sandwich, staring at him in that slow calculative way of his that made Chris squirm a little in his shoes, feeling like he was about to shrink if Ryan continued to stare at him like that.
After a long bout of awkward silence, Ryan finally spoke. “Alright, what sort of changes?”
Chris took a deep breath. He could do this. His best friend Ashley had absolutely NO qualms about telling Ryan what she thought whatsoever. He just needed to put himself in her shoes, and find the strength he needed to channel her blunt nature.
He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, and suddenly it all came rushing out like word vomit: “W-well, first of all, I don’t think Blaine should be telling Kurt what to do about the Prom Queen situation, I think Kurt should make the decision to go back in there and accept it with pride o-ON HIS OWN because K-Kurt’s always sort of made his own decisions about everything, and I would really like to continue portraying that sense of c-courage and confidence about being proud of who he is and not letting anyone bring him down, because we’ve established an actual FOLLOWING through this personality trait of his, and I r-really think Kurt fans need to see him continue to be independent, not acting on a decision based on what somebody ELSE thinks.”
Ryan’s eyes widened as Chris paused to pant heavily, having said all of that in one breath. After another unbearably long moment of silence which seemed to stretch on into eternity for Chris, Ryan replied, “Alright, I’ll take your thoughts into consideration and get back to you tomorrow. What else?”
Chris blinked. “I’m sorry?” Ryan smiled knowingly. “You said you had another thing you would change about the script. What was it?”
Chris sighed. “Right. Well….ummmmm…..I….it’s just that….I think…..that is….oh God…..” now that Chris thinks about it, is it really that big a deal whether or not Kurt and Blaine kiss again? It seemed such a detrimental problem at first, but now here, facing Ryan in person, Chris kind of feels like an idiot for even attempting to bring it up.
“Chris, if it’s that difficult for you to say, perhaps you should write it down for me? Here, take this slip of paper.”
Feeling increasingly moronic by the second, Chris quickly scratches out I don’t want Kurt and Blaine to kiss again because I think it’s too soon.
And with that, Chris slaps the paper roughly down on Ryan’s desk, turns sharply, and bolts out the door without another word.
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“FUCKIDAMNSHIT! I am SO humiliated!” Chris screams into his pillow as he slams the door to his trailer shut five minutes after zooming out of Ryan’s office like a bat out of hell. He knows he doesn’t have a lot of time left before lunch is over, about ten minutes to be exact, and he intends to spend every second of that ten minutes hiding out in his trailer because he’s too embarrassed to go out and mingle with the cast right now.
Chris recalls how he darted past everyone in order to get to his trailer, ignoring various questions and comments that were thrown out at him as he whizzed by. “God, why why WHY am I making such a big DEAL out of this?” Chris continues to shout into his pillow, feeling hot tears of shame burn his eyelids. “I’m acting like a fucking TWO year old. It’s just ONE little kiss. It’s NOT the end of the world if I have to kiss him again! Godammit Chris, pull yourself TOGETHER already!”
Too bad he’s not a girl, because then he could blame this little temper tantrum on PMS. Oh well. Chris wipes furiously at his eyes with his right sleeve, as he sits up on his bed clutching his pillow to his chest, refusing to cry over something like this despite the rising lump in his throat. Just suck it up and deal with it, you are a PROFESSIONAL, Chris Colfer! And professionals quell all of their personal feelings for their coworkers, throw their big boy pants on, and kiss them because THEY NEED TO GET THE FUCK OVER THEMSELVES.
Chris is about to man up and go out there and tell Ryan never mind he’ll do it he was just being silly and had a momentary lapse of insanity, when there’s a loud knock on his door.
Oh God. There’s no WAY Ryan would follow him all the way out here, is there? Fearing the worst, Chris croaks quietly, “I’m a little busy right now, please go away,” but his door opens anyway and Amber steps inside, shaking her head at him as she quickly shuts the door behind her. “Tsk tsk tsk. Chris, you always need to remember to LOCK the door when you’re busy.”
Chris eyes Amber a little warily, clearing his throat to rid his voice of any remaining trace of tears as he replies, “Well, I’ll keep that in mind for the future. Why are you here? Is lunch break over already?”
Amber gently sits down next to him and puts a hand on his shoulder. “No, it isn’t. We all saw you streak out of Ryan’s office, looking very upset, and finally decided it would be best if I came and approached you, since Lea and Ashley have the tendency to make everything worse by teasing you about being a baby when you’re upset. Chris laughs a little brokenly. “Yeah, they DO do that, don’t they? Not that YOU don’t have your moments as well.”
“True, but I have a better idea of when it’s an appropriate time to tease you, and when I should just sit here and try to figure out how to make you feel better by helping you get everything off your chest. So come on, out with it; what happened?”
Chris shakes his head. “I….I really don’t wanna talk about it. I mean, it- it’s SO stupid, I feel like a fool for even bringing it up to Ryan in the FIRST place.”
“Bringing WHAT up to Ryan?”
Oops. Damn him and his inability to control his mouth when something is troubling him. Suddenly, he shoots up from the bed, brushing non-existent dust off of his pants. “N-nothing. It was dumb. I’m over it now, so I’m just gonna go tell him I changed my mind about everything, and-“
“Chris, you and I BOTH know this is just your way of avoiding your problems, but you need to face them head on, or they will NEVER get better. Running away isn’t going to solve anything.”
Chris glares at her as he turns to face her, folding his arms over his chest defensively. “I’m NOT running away, I’m confronting them by realizing I got upset for no good reason, and that I’m probably just tired and overworked or something.” Chris then proceeds to turn his back on her and leave his trailer, feeling the desperate need to escape Amber and her scrutinizing gaze.
“You like Darren, don’t you?”
Chris stops dead in his track, his heart lurching violently in his chest. It takes him awhile to find his voice, and when he does, it sounds pinched and unbelievably terse. “Of COURSE I do. He’s one of my best friends. Who says HE has anything to do with this?”
Amber takes her sweet time replying to this question, and Chris begins to hope that she’s changed her mind about interrogating him, but it turns out that’s not the case as he hears her softly mumble, “I….I can just tell.”
Chris whirls around then, feeling his eyes well up with tears of shame. “How in the HELL can you possibly tell something like that?”
Amber cocks her head at him. “Honestly, the big tip off was when Darren approached me and Lea and asked us if you were mad at him about something, because you’d been avoiding him ever since the KISSING scene.”
Wincing at the inevitable truth of her words and her blatant emphasis on the word “kiss”, Chris bites his lip and balls his fist, before hanging his head in defeat and sitting back down on the bed again, feeling tears trail slowly down his cheeks as he speaks, his voice heavily laden with sadness.
“I….I didn’t MEAN to, it’s just….I wasn’t sure how I would ACT around him, and after that kiss, I began to realize that I liked Darren a HELL of a lot more than I originally thought, and I don’t want him to find out, and I was so, SO a-afraid that he would know, if he touched me in anyway, even if it was just a simple hug. I was SO terrified that he would just SENSE it, and GOD Amber, he can NEVER find out, it would ruin EVERYTHING between us, and I just…I r-really don’t want to lose him.”
Amber wrapped her arms around him as Chris sniffed loudly and accepted the tissue she handed to him, blowing his nose obnoxiously and then tossing it in the waste basket next to his bed.
“Chris, Darren would NEVER stop being your friend just because of a little crush, you mean too much to him for that, and DON’T tell me I’m full of it, because I’m POSITIVE he isn’t the kind of person to abandon the people he cares about over something that futile. And who says he’d find out anyway? He seems a little dense to me, I mean, he couldn’t figure out why you were mad at him after the kiss, and I sort of thought it was rather obvious that it made you uncomfortable, but I could tell that the thought of that had never even crossed his mind.”
Chris licked his lips, tasting the salt from his tears on them as he relented, sighing rather dramatically. “You’re probably right…I….I guess I over-reacted a little.”
“Good, I’m glad you feel that way, because all through lunch he’s been sitting in a corner sulking and playing his guitar, singing ‘Why does Chris hate me so? I guess I’ll never, EVER know’, and other such phrases like that.”
Chris snorted. It would be just like Darren Criss to randomly write a song to express his emotional angst or pain over a current situation. Not to mention the fact that that guitar was almost permanently attached to his hip.
Still, Chris thought she might be joking, and so he replied, “Oh please, Amber Riley, you are SO full of it!” Laughing slightly as he nudged her gently with his shoulder.
Amber smirked. “You don’t believe me, do you? Fine. I’ll prove it to you.”
And with that, she whipped out her phone and pressed a button, and sure enough, the sound of Darren’s beautiful, tenor voice (marred slightly by the quality of the recording devise on her phone but still quite pleasant none-the-less) resonated loudly through the room as those exact words flowed out of his mouth and reached Chris’s ears.
Chris shook his head fondly, a small relieved half-sob half-laugh escaping his throat as he muttered “Oh, Darren,” affectionately underneath his breath.
Amber grinned smugly as she pocketed her phone once again. “You see? I TOLD you I wasn’t kidding.”
Chris mock-glared at her as he socked her playfully in the arm. “I can’t believe you recorded him singing that. You are SUCH a creeper!”
Amber threw her head back and barked out that boisterous, infectious laugh of hers and Chris smiled warmly. That sound always filled him with joy-it was just THAT genuinely adorable.
“I suppose you’re right. But I KNEW that if I could get you to hear this for yourself you’d feel guilty enough to go and apologize to him.”
“Says YOU. Who says you’re psychic, huh? YOU’RE the one who said I would eventually grow out of my severe addiction to diet coke, but the HUMOUNGOUS bulge in my fridge and my pantry says otherwise.”
Amber guffawed with laugher again, and Chris grinned garishly at his friend, placing his hand over hers.
“Thanks for coming to talk to me, honey. I feel a little better now.”
Amber returned the smile tenfold, wrapping Chris up tight in her arms and kissing him wetly on the forehead. “Hey, what else are best friends for? I know you would have done the same for me. Now, just promise me you’ll talk to Darren because he’s been walking around with a little black raincloud hanging over his head, and I think he’s going to remain that way until you go and console him.”
Chris briefly returns the hug before standing up, holding a hand out to Amber to pull her up off the bed.
“Alright, fine. I’ll talk to him on our next break. But I actually haven’t eaten yet, so I need to take care of that in the-“ Chris paused as he looked at his watch- “five minutes before we have to head back to set. YIKES.”
Amber grinned as she head over to Chris’s fridge, “Since we’re in here anyway, why not just raid your fridge? Unless of course there’s nothing in there but diet coke.”
Chris laughed loudly as he heartily replied, “Oh don’t worry, there’s some batteries for my phone in there, I know that!”
“Why do I even bother asking?”
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Turns out the next break for the cast was two hours later and only about ten minutes long, but Chris figured it was better to get this over-with quickly anyways, so inhaling and exhaling deeply, Chris held his head up high as he spotted Darren sitting with Cory over in a deserted corner, the two talking in low, conspiratorial voices, as if they didn’t want anyone else to overhear what they’re saying. Chris squeaked a bit as he felt Amber slap him on the butt and lean close to his ear. “Go get ‘im, Tiger!” She whispered as she winked at him suggestively before flouncing away, looking rather pleased with herself.
Chris rubbed his sore ass a little before making his way over to Darren and Cory, feeling butterflies erupt in his chest.
He cleared his throat nervously to make his presence known and couldn’t deny the unmistakable rush of affection that ran through him at the way Darren’s face lit up when their eyes met.
“Hi.” Chris said, meekly.
“Hello.” Darren replied, a little hesitantly.
Cory seemed to recognize that it was time for him to make himself scarce. “Well, I’ll catch you kids later. I’m gonna go talk to Chord about some stuff before break ends, and uh…yeah. See ya in a bit!”
And with that, he patted Darren on the shoulder and walked off in all his tall glory, shooting Chris a look over his shoulder that clearly said “Do NOT screw this up.”
Chris and Darren stood staring at each other uncomfortably for a long time, until Chris finally looked down and murmured, “Hey, I’m sorry I’ve been acting so distant, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I was just going through some personal stuff and I really didn’t want to talk about it. But…but anyway, I’m over it now, and I hope you can forgive me.”
Chris looked up and was shocked to see Darren’s hazel eyes shining with tears.
“D-Darren?” Chris whispered concernedly. “What-what’s wrong?”
In the blink of an eye, Chris found himself being pulled into Darren’s arms, the pleasant smell of aftershave wafting over him like a gentle, spring breeze.
“Nothing, I-I’m just SO glad we’re okay, I really thought I’d done something awful and I couldn’t think of anything, and you SCARED me so bad, I was so worried, I was SO-“
“Sssshhh. It’s alright. Everything is fine now. I promise you that you did NOTHING wrong and I was just under a bit of stress over some things, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you and I am so, SO sorry that I did.”
“I forgive you,” Darren mumbled against Chris’s hair as he finally released him and grinned so jubilantly and hugely at him Chris was surprised the grin didn’t split his face in half. “Thank God! We should celebrate later. You and me? Star Wars marathon? Or perhaps Harry Potter?”
Chris giggled as Darren raised his abnormally large and yet incredibly attractive eyebrows up and down in eagerness.
“Sounds like a plan, Darren. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go take care of something.”
*************
Turns out Ryan and Chris agreed that it was indeed a better idea to not have Blaine and Kurt kiss again, not just because it was too soon, but also because they wanted to focus more on Kurt’s personal storyline, rather than Blaine and Kurt’s relationship. Besides, Chris got to say some incredibly sweet lines to Blaine anyways, so the Klainiacs could still get a little something out of the scene.
Saturday night, the night before they shot the prom episode, found Darren and Chris sitting in Chris’s trailer, running over their lines together.
“…That they can’t touch us….or what we have.”
“Awww, that is gonna be ADORABLE, don’t you think?” Darren cooed sweetly as he helped himself to Chris’s diet coke from across the table.
“Hey! Get chyer own, there are plenty more in the fridge!” Chris said as he possessively slapped Darren’s hand away from his precious beloved beverage.
Darren laughed jovially as he proceeded to get up and go fetch another drink for himself. “Ya know, Chris, it’s really quite a shame, don’t you think?”
“What is?” Chris asked distractingly, turning the page of his script and taking a long swig of his diet coke.
“That Blaine and Kurt didn’t get to share another kiss in the deserted locker room scene.”
A loud “SPFFFFFFFFFFFFFT”! Sound could be heard as Chris sprayed his diet coke out of his mouth and all over the table. “Wh-wh-why is that?” He choked out, coughing violently and grabbing some napkins from the middle of the table to wipe up the mess, thankful that he had somehow managed to avoid soiling his script.
Darren turned around and winked at him flirtatiously. “Because I would have liked to show off what a magnificent kisser Blaine is, of course!”
Chris scoffed. “Oh sure, it’s all about YOU, isn’t it?” But he smiled at Darren to let him know he was joking.
Darren grinned toothily as he walked over to Chris and tilted his chin up. “I also was hoping that perhaps this time I could actually surpass YOUR amazing kissing skills, because I have to admit, you are ALMOST to my level, and that is REALLY saying something, Chris Colfer.”
Chris blushed deeply, pushing Darren away from his face as he stuttered out, “Oh, I’ll show YOU, Darren. You wanna see who’s the better kisser? The next time Kurt and Blaine kiss, I am going to TAKE YOU DOWN.”
Darren smirked. “Is that a challenge, Mr. Colfer?”
Chris stood up, nodding curtly. “It is. Take it or leave it, Mr. Criss.”
Darren stepped closer to him and Chris almost had a heart attack as he quickly leaned in and pecked Chris on the lips.
“Very well. Then we should….we should ‘practice’ sometime.”
Chris is very glad he’s not sitting down anymore, because he’s pretty sure if he had been he would have fallen right out of his chair and added a concussion to his already lengthy list of injuries.
Chris wants to rise to the bait of Blaine repeating Kurt and Blaine’s post first kiss lines by saying, ‘I thought we were’ but what comes out instead is something along the lines of “Um….wait….wha-WHAAAAAT?!”
“You heard me.”
And with that, Darren twirled around and skipped towards the exit of Chris’s trailer, humming cheerfully to himself as he opened the door.
“WAIT! You can’t just say things like that, okay? Stop kidding around….you’re….you’re STRAIGHT, for Christ’s sake!”
Darren turned around and met Chris’s eyes with an expression so seductive that Chris felt light-headed and gripped the table for balance so he wouldn’t faint.
“Straight….but NOT narrow. I may like to tease, Chris Colfer, but I would NEVER tease about something like THAT.” And with that being said, Darren winked playfully at him, chuckling girlishly as he swung the door shut, leaving Chris completely flabbergasted.
“WELL….perhaps there’s hope for a requited crush AFTERALL.”
Chris went to bed that night, deciding that tomorrow he would test that theory with Darren and maybe, just maybe, ask him out.
Because even if he said no, Chris no longer felt ashamed about his crush on Darren Criss. Because it was obviously not as big a deal as he thought. In fact, it might even be the start of something exciting and….dare he say it….romantic between them, something Chris had been dreaming about for a long, long time.
After reading over his script a few more times, Chris couldn’t stop trembling with excitement as he threw on his spider man pajamas and flopped on top of his bed, bouncing up and down in anticipation as he picked up his phone and punched in the speed dial for Amber Riley’s number, holding it up to his ear as kicking his legs back and forth in delight.
“Amber? It’s Chris. I’ve got something to tell you…”
-The End-

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Nikuke-08 [2011-09-09 08:34:09 +0000 UTC]

So what did you think of the fic? Have you read it yet? No pressure, just curious.

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Nikuke-08 [2011-09-02 08:10:45 +0000 UTC]

Sorry it's kinda hard to read.

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