cheff

Improvised story!

This is something we began writing yesterday with Mackenzie through ask messages, and we’re planning on keeping on writing, so we’d rather have a more comfortable way to do so.

Jeff walks through the corridors of his now second home with lost, scared eyes. The high ceilings are covered in mirrors, and he can see his reflection. He knows he looks like a drunk mad-man, but he needs to get to the room 268. He needs to tell the person occupying it that he loves them. He finally gets to the door, knocks on it twice, and steps inside…

The room is dark, only a lamp is lit in the corner. A man sits at the chair in front of it, glass in hand. His features have an eerie yellow glow, eyes sunk, stubble on his chin. The man is an obvious mess but Jeff only sees blue eyes. “Chip,” Jeff says loosening his tie “we need to talk.” The door shuts behind him…

Chip lets go of the glass without noticing, and it makes a mute noise due to the room carpet, spilling its content all over it. Jeff is panting after his desperate seeking. He stops loosening his tie and steps closer, wondering how Chip will react…

Chip swallows in anticipation as the well dressed man makes his way slowly, bridging the gap between them with every step. The older man didn’t think Jeff would find him, not now, not after what had happened. Jeff stops, one more step and they would be pressed against each other. A thin sweat on Chip’s nape, he isn’t prepared for what is to come…

Jeff knows he has to let it all out of his system. So he does what he came to do. He takes one small step forward and, breathing in the air Chip’s letting out, he opens his mouth and talks. The words that come out sound incoherent at first, but then, it all makes sense…

“I love you.” the words come out so easily that Jeff wasn’t sure he said it. He repeats them, over and over, each time pouring more of himself in the words. He takes Chip by the shoulders, squeezing them as he pulls the older man closer…

Jeff looks into Chip’s eyes, and he knows now as much as he needed to know. He leans down and plants one single kiss on the older man’s lips. Both their mouths and eyes remain closed. They can feel the people going up and down the corridor, but they don’t care – they can’t care while they are sharing such an intimate moment. They eventually part with a loud smooch, and lock gazes. Chip’s eyes are filled with tears…