Making a Mark

Birthday party? Yeah, okay. He wondered if that was what they had told her. Then she said something about someone spiking her coke,, and that made enough sense. It sure explained what she was doing in his room so late at night. Why was she staring at him like that? She looked like she was going to eat him.

So she didn't eat him, but what she did took him by surprise just as much. He had stood motionless for a moment, kissing her back before he realized what he was doing. No, bad Chris! She was drunk, didn't know what she was doing. Unless she was one of those drunks who spilled their guts when they had been drinking. He was extremely glad when she broke away, he hadn't trusted himself to do something that rational. He watched as she passed out on his bed, not quite sure if he should leave her there or not. Well, here was better than her being alone in her bedroom. He sighed, moving her into a more comfortable position before tucking her in. "Goodnight Ray." He stood watching her sleeping form for a minute before hopping into his roomies bed and passing out.

Chris had been sleeping peacefully until Ray woke up. Her stirring had made him crack a sleepy eye open. When the realization that last night wasn't a dream kicked in he was immediately out of bed. "You were drunk kiddo." He shrugged, moving to the bathroom to splash some water on his face. The bathroom gave him time to think, to sort out his muddled mind.

When he returned he stood in front of her, knowing that it was probably better to get it all in the open. He wasn't quite sure how much she would remember after last night. Baffled by his sudden shyness Chris looked down at the floor. "Ehh, about last night. Ray..." Crud, this was harder than he had expected. "When you kissed me last night I'm sorry for not stopping it when I should have. You were drunk, didn't know any better and I knew that. I'm really sorry."

Chris knew better than to take offense when she waid she couldn't believe she had kissed him. He sttod, unsure of what to do. Well, he knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to sit beside her on the bed. He wanted to give her a hug, to tell her everything was fine.

"It's fine. If there's anyone to blame it's me." Chris shook his head, cautiously sitting beside her on the mattress. "I didn't stop and I should have." He was confused. Wasn't she supposed to be getting over him? Did she still want to? He didn't want to let his feelings be known until he was positive that they'd be returned. But the sight of her sitting on his bed like that was heartbreaking. "Ray... I liked it too much to stop you or even to care. You have nothing to be ashamed of, you didn't know what you were doing. I should have never let it get that far."

Chris sat uneasily on his bed, frozen when she bolted. He was torn. Part of him wanted to hunt her down, another part wanted to just stay here and do nothing. But whenever he stayed still his mind went all fuzzy and zoomed through ever little look, every word. He didn't think he could deal with that right now.

"Ray." He said her name into the empty room, listening as the quiet rushed in to squash his voice. "I really blew it." He stared at the phone near his bed, knowing he definitely needed some help. With a sigh he slid closer to the phone, dialing Scythe's number.

"Hello?" He could hear her voice but his lips weren't working properly. He cleared his voice and tried again.

"Scythe, I really messed up. I need some help." He told his sister everything he had done and said. Scythe, for the most part, listened quietly with only the occasional outburst.

"Chris, you didn't need to call me. You and I both know what you have to do." She gave hima few minutes to think before going on. "Why are you still here? You've got a girl to explain to."

Chris knew his sister was right, and he thanked her and hung up the phone. But he needed to become a little bit braver. This was either do or die, and right now he decided to choose do. With a groan he hefted himself off of the bed and walked to the door, pausing for a minure when his courage faltered. Scythe's voice in his mind pushed him forward until he found himself at Ray's door. He was a little surprised to find his sister there.

"Moral support." She winked when he stared at her. "I'm also here in case she ignores you knocking." She gestured towards the door.

"Ray?" He knocked softly on the door, a part of him hoping that she wouldn't answer so he could slink quietly off to his room.

Chris shifted his weight from one foot to the other, wondering why he was here again. He looked down at the floor, unable to meet her gaze. "Hi RayRay. I'm not going to stay, to much to do. Just wanted to say hi." She kicked Chris in the back of the leg to get him started before she slunk around the corner.

"Hi Ray." He replied quietly, still not raising his eyes from the floor. His tongue was tied. Why was he here again? "I came to make sure you were alright and stuff." He shuffled his feet uncertainly, brain screaming at him to get out of there. "I also wanted to apologize for whatever I said. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable or anything." It was so much easier to imagine doing this. It was harder when she was standing in front of him looking so cute. In his mind he just swooped in and carried her off in his arms. In reality it was much harder than that.