Damned Friendzone

Chris was very sleepy; however, he could not sleep. He occasionally stroked Sky's hair or pat him on the back whenever he released any kind of sound to show that he was uncomfortable. 

Would he have done the same for anyone else? 

The answer was no. 

Of course, he would have saved the person too, but whether the person liked it or not, he would have sent them to the hospital irrespective of their decision because he did not like to be bothered. He wouldn't sacrifice his sleep, go half naked in public, carry someone heavy on his back, walk into a dark bathroom to help them, not mind stepping on their vomit, cleaning off the vomit from the floor, washing and drying their hair, cuddling them throughout the night, and most importantly, be happy to do all this. 

This wasn't only because he wanted to sleep with the guy. 

He didn't want to admit it, but it seemed like that shit had happened. 

He had a crush. 

That was nasty! 

The realization made his heart race.