Friday December 2...home alone
in which... When Chris is accidentally left behind during a winter storm, you become his safe place for warmth, laughter and comfort
Snow slammed hard against the windows of the old cabin the wind whisiling like it was trying to claw its way inside.
You were just bringing hot cocoa to your grandparents porch when you heard a voice behind you.
You turned, nearly spilling your cup. Chris stood there - hood up, hands shoved into his pockets, cheeks flushed from the cold.
"I think my family forgot me," he said faltly.
You blinked. "Like actually forgot you?"
He nodded. "They took both cars. I woke up and the whole place was empty. Not even a note. My mom texted me 'whoops' WHOOPS."
A laugh slipped out before you could stop it. "Okay, that's actually kinda iconic."
He tried to look offended, but his eyes were already softening. "I'm starving,freezing, and emotionally abandoned, but sure. Laugh."
You held out your extra cocoa. "Comon. My grandparents went to bed at seven. You can hide out with me."
Chris rook the cup, brushing your fingers as he did - accidental, warm, and somehow comforting in the cold.
Inside, you wrapped him 8n a blanket so huge he looked like a disgruntled burrito. He stared at you over the rim of the mug. "You're really just... helping me?"
You dropped into the chair across from him. "Well, it's that r let you gt eaten by racoons."
That pulled a laugh out of him - real, bright, chest-deep. "Thanks," he murmured. "Seriously. Most people would've locked the door."
"I'm not most people," you said.
He glanced at you for a second too long, tiny smile forming. "Yeah," he said softly. "I know."
Chris warmed his hands on the mug. Eyes drifting around your grandparents cost living room like it was the safest place he'd been in weeks. The storm outside grew louder rattling the old windows. But he didn't even look toward it. He just looked at you.
"so..." you said, tucking your legs under you on the chair across from him. "What exactly is your plan! Just vibe until your family remembers you exist?"
Chris chugged dramatically from inside the blanket. "That's the thing. I don't have a plan. I woke up alone and panicked. I mean, do you know how creepy an empty cabin is? It's like the shining but with less interior desgin."
You snorted. "Your ridiculous"
"thank you," he said seriously, "I prise myself on it."
A beat of silence passed - warm, not awkward.
Then Chris peeked at you over the edge of the blanket. "You know... I kinda thought you were mad at me."
Your head lifted."why would I be mad?"
He fiddled with the edge of the fabric. "I dunno. You haven't really talked to me much at school lately. I thought maybe I did something."
Your chest tightened - you hadn't meant to come off distant.
"oh," you said softly. "No, Chris. I haven't been mad at you. Just... a lot going on.."
He nodded slowly, eyes gentle.b"you could've told me"
He didn't push - he just leaned back, giving you a small, understanding look that made the room feel even warmer.
After s moment, he pointed his chin towards the window. "Storms getting bad. I definitely am stuck here."
"good," you said before thinking. His smile twitched up.
"wow," he wasted, "so you want me trapped in your house? Interesting."
You stood. "Come on, you need real food. Cocoas not dinner,"
"disagree," he said "but fine"
You led him into a tiny kitchen. While you grabbed ingredients, he hopped onto the counter like he lived there, swinging his legs blanket still around him like a cape
He gasped. "You're feeding me and saving my life? You're basically a saint."
You rolled our eyes. "Just don't burn down henkitchen."
"I would never." He said - and immediatley knocked a spoon to the floor.
Ou looked at him. He froze.
"...that jumped," he said.
You shook your head, biting a smile.While the sandwiches sizzled, Chris watched you quietly, the playful energy fading into something a little softer.
“Hey,” he said, voice lower, “thanks for not making this weird.”
“The storm or you being abandoned by your whole family?”
“Both,” he said. “Mostly the second one.”
You slid him a finished sandwich. “Here. Emergency comfort food.”
He took it with both hands like it was priceless.“Man… you’re really good at this.”
“No,” he said, meeting your eyes. “Being there.”
Something warm fluttered in your chest.Then Chris took a giant bite and immediately burned his tongue.
“AH—WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF—”
You burst out laughing as he flailed dramatically around the kitchen
“I’m dying,” he said, sticking his tongue out like a puppy. “This is it. This is how I go."
“Chris—”“Tell my family I said ‘really?’”
“You’re impossible.” He grinned, finally settling down again.
But this time — he sat closer.
Not too close. Just enough to show he wasn’t joking about liking it here.
And as the storm howled outside, the two of you ate warm grilled cheese in a tiny kitchen lit by Christmas lights — and for once, Chris didn’t feel forgotten at all.
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