Through the Screen

Chapter 48

"what time do we have to wake up tomorrow?" abel 's statement is punctuated by a tired yawn, as he

grabs a pair of sweatpants from his suitcase and descends to the bathroom, where chris is brushing his

teeth.

noah wasn't aware that abel has been told to share a room with chris, and honestly, he doesn't want

him to know either. noah is already insecure regarding their friendship and he wouldn't want to push his

mind into overdrive with all the doubt.

"eight," chris' words barely make any sense but abel nods along still, waiting for chris to finish spitting

the paste into the sink so he can change. abel leans against the bathtub as he watches chris, his lean

figure clad in a loose red sweatshirt and abel 's pajama bottoms. abel rolls his eyes when he realises

that chris borrowed his clothes without asking.

chris ruffles abel 's hair fondly when he exists, and abel just scrunches his nose in response, pushing

him out and shutting the door. it is several yawns and ten minutes later, when he is slumping down

tiredly on the bed, his body sinking into the soft mattress, and he removes one of the pillows from

under his head to place it between him and chris, causing chris to raise a questioning eyebrow at the

action.

"what's that?" chris northern accent is much more prominent now, his words slightly slurred and his

tone laced with sleep, and abel giggles quietly at his tired expression.

"it's a pillow," he shrugs, sinking further into the warm duvet and turning on his side so he's facing chris.

"how exciting," chris rolls his eyes, soft indents forming in both his cheeks as he smiles, reciprocating Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

the action and turning to face abel, a sigh leaving his lips.

"is that pillow here because you don't trust me or because you don't trust yourself around me?" chris'

eyebrows are raised in question and his jade eyes genuinely demand an answer, and abel reaches

under the duvet to punch him playfully in the stomach to break the intensity of the question.

"shut up," abel groans. "it just makes me feel like i'm morally correct if that makes any sense,"

"does noah have a problem with this?" chris furrows his eyebrows and abel just flushes uncomfortably,

weighing the pros and cons of telling chris the reality of the situation.

he tells almost everything to chris, even whatever that happens with noah or adrian because it gives

him some sort of an exit to vent out whatever that is inside his mind. but somehow he feels

uncomfortable telling chris about what noah thought of their friendship.

it may draw chris away from him, and although abel would hate to admit it, chris was always there for

abel even when noah wasn't. he was the only one who talked sense into him or forced him to have

lunch, the only one who dragged him out when he was overworking himself and the only one who

cared enough to handle him when he was at his worst.

abel feels selfish, by not giving chris any warnings against noah or telling him what noah thought, but

abel was paranoid, and he didn't want to lose chris of all the people for this stupid, stupid reason.

"i don't think so," abel shrugs after a while, grabbing his phone and scrolling through his notifications so

he can avoid the topic, deciding to type a quick text to noah to wish him a good night.

abeltross: good night darling :) text me when you wake up i love you

"shut your phone, you should sleep," chris makes a move to grab abel 's phone, and abel is too

unprepared for the action which causes him to jump slightly as chris takes the phone out of his grasp

and buries it under his pillow.

"chris! you're such a kid, give me my phone," abel demands, a yawn breaking his sentence and chris

just shuts his eyes and waves his hand dismissively as if to tell him to sleep.

abel decides to oblige, rolling his eyes and sticking his tongue out childishly at chris before leaning over

and switching off the lamp, taking a deep breath and drawing the covers further up his chest.

"night abel," chris giggles at abel 's annoyed expression, and nudges him softly to make the crease on

his forehead disappear. it annoyed abel further, but he still laughs, flipping chris off and turning to face

the other side.

"good night asshole,"