| Current mood: |  drained |
| Current music: | something on tv..what the hell IS it... |
damn it
*looks around his house, sighing, rubbing his eyes sleepily**rubs his arms, checking the thermostat*...its not that cold...*sighs* you always get cold when your sleepy...
*yawns and goes upstairs to his room, laying back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling for a while before reaching over, calling lance, chewing on his bottom lip, listening to the phone ring, sighing softly as he gets his voicemail*
Hey Lance? Its Chris...Just uhm...Was calling. Wanted to hear your voice but yeah...I guess your busy *small smile* just...call me back...or...come over or...whatever youd prefer
id prefer for him to be in my arms right now...hearing him...smelling him...everything...its too fucking cold in this house alone....
...*bites his bottom lip, saying quietly* I love you *hesitantly hangs up**sighs, laying on his side, picking at the pillowcase, tired but dosnt want to and is unable to sleep*
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