''I'm here. Thanks for catching me and waiting up for me.''
''You idiot.'' Chance said, pulling Kristoff over to the bed.
''At least I came back to you.''
"How did you ever find my apartment? This one is new, and no one knows about it.''
''I have a tracker on you.''
''Now I'm being stalked. Was that how you found me in Colombia?''
''No, I did it after, didn't want you to go ghost on me again.''
''When did you even do this?''
''I'm tired of all these questions. Can you get me undressed now?''
''You are a mess.''
Kristoff threw the car key at Chance, who had to dodge so that he didn't get hit in the head.
''Whose car did you drive, anyway?''
"Malcom, now please, enough talking.''
Chance had his hands on his hips, staring down at his drunken lover.
Once again, Chance found himself undressing Kristoff, having to fight to pull his pants off, which accidentally took his underwear down as well
After showering, Kristoff decided to stay the entire day with Chance, thinking that he didn't want to leave so soon, afraid that with him out of sight, Chance might change his mind. Or worst, he would. Because deep down, he didn't know how he would handle it if the world should find out he was gay and was with a man of lower class than him. Though none of that should matter, if Chance was willing to change his ways for him, then so should he.''So what was it like to be out of the country for so long?''"You mean Colombia?''"No, Miami. Yes Colombia you dud.''Chance hit Kristoff in the face with a cushion, and was about to hit him again, but he dodged then jumped on top of Chance.Chance held onto Kristoff's hips, then pushed his own hips up.''Oh Chance.'' Kristoff said in a high-pitched voice.''I swear you are so weird.'' Chance laughed.''You know you like it. You like everything I do and say.''''Not everything.''
The two stared at each other for a while.''What the fuck?'' The female repeated, pointing in the bedroom's direction.''What are you doing here?''''Tell me that I am no longer welcomed here.'' She said before taking another swing from the bottle.Chance took the bottle from her, "that's expensive."''When since did you care about the cost of anything?''''Since I start paying hefty prices for things that I enjoy.''''You never drank, Romanee-Conti Romanee-Conti Grand Cru. This is almost thirty grand. How can you afford this?'' She said, reading the bottle.Chance said nothing as he stood there with the bottle in hand.By this time, Kristoff was standing by the door, listening to their conversation, or at least trying to hear them make conversation."What the hell is going on, Chance?" The woman raised a brow.chance stood there silent, playing with the cork of the bottle.Kristoff raised a brow as
"Father," Kristoff greeted the first person he saw as he entered his family mansion, which they hardly invited him to, unless it was for holidays dinner. His father trying to bribe him, or to show off the success of his business. "Son, you are late." Was all his father said as a greeting. "At least I am here." Just as his father was about to speak, the front door opened again and in watch Kristoff's sister. "Daddy, I missed you so much." She dropped her bags and ran over to give him a hug. "What? No scolding for her, she came couple minutes after me." "Oh, Kristoff. You are here." She smiled at him. "Nice seeing you too, Kristina." The two exchanged awkward smiles before Kristina turned away and walked up the stairs. "Well, it's good to be home. If I can even call it that." "Anyway, Elijah. Is the guest house still available for me to stay in?" "I beg your pardon." Kristoff's father said to him, placing
"Can't stand to see me winning." Kristina said, coming out into the cool night air to brag. "Always jealous that daddy favours me more than you. And now you can't stand to see that I have this under my belt." "Under your belt? I don't know how you can brag about success when everything was even given to you. Father knew I wanted CC Inc. He knew I was planning to buy it and stole it from me to give it to the likes of you." "The likes of-" "You know nothing about running a business. It's funny how you say I am the jealous one when everything I have and do, you just have to do it bigger or get something better. Well, sister, good luck with your new endeavours." "Wait, that's it?" "Yes, you disgusting troll, I can't believe I shared the same womb as you. I should have eaten you when I had the chance." "Listen-" "No, you listen you spoilt brat-" Kristina threw her drink in Kristoff's face before he could get the rest
Kristoff pounded impatiently at Chance's apartment door. The door directly across from Chance swung open, with a miserable face appearing. The fat man in a grey shirt, with ketchup stain and other stains, frowned then opened his man, causing his forgotten cigarette to fall out. "Keep it down will ya!" The man yelled. ''Maybe if you were minding your own business, you wouldn't have a problem with me being here.'' "Its two am in the God-damn morning, some of us need our sleep.'' ''''Well go sleep then.'' ''We all have rights in this country.'' Kristoff flipped the bird, the angry man slammed his door. Leaving Kristoff to wonder how someone like him got an apartment in a place like this. It was a pristine place, with a high selling price. Then again, Kristoff had learnt from Chance to not judge anyone. But, at the same time, of all the fifteen people that lived in the apartment, he was the one to find a problem.
Malcom sat in his car, on the curb, waiting for Kristoff to leave so he could go have a word with Chance. But with each time the entrance door opened up, it was either a delivery person or someone that lived there.Then he finally left, and immediately Malcom drove up with his unmarked car to take Kristoff’s spot.The buzzer at the front entrance to the apartment where Chance lived went off. It buzzed three times, signalling that someone wanted to either speak with him or come up."Hello?" Chance pressed the receiver button."Is this Chance?" The male voice asked."Who is this?""A friend."Chance scoffed into the speaker."It's Malcom, Kristoff's best friend.""He isn't here.""I know that. Can I come up? I wish to speak with you."Chance thought for a while, before pressing the button to allow Malcom inside."Nice place." Malcom said, while looking around the place."What do I owe the
"And that's what happened." Chance finished, then took a sip from his green tea.He watched the look on Kristoff's face. Who was too stunned to speak. He wished he hadn't asked Chance what had happened with him and Malcom. Now he was afraid that Chance would leave him."What happened between you and Malcom?""History.""I want to know if this guy thinks you can come between us.""Us?""Yes Us, Kris, I wouldn't want Malcom to come between us. He is only using you and I wish you could see that.""I do see it. Hence why when I went to the club with him when we came back from Columbia, I ended it with him. Though he threatened to out me as gay, he has no evidence but I have quite a few dirt on him.""No wonder why he came here.""Never expected him to."Kristoff wiped at his mouth, getting rid of the crumbs from the steamed bun."Are you sure you want to hear what happened between Malcom and I?""Sure."
After being roommates for two weeks, Kristoff actually found himself talking to Malcom more and more.Malcom never spoke about his life on the outside, and neither did he."What are you going to do when you get out?" Malcom asked, laying on the ground and playing with a football."Go to college and start my own business. What about you?""You know, maybe become a kingpin. Fuck bitches or become a rapper."Kristoff scoffed."You find that funny?""No, but you must have a plan. This is reform school, you have to come out better than you came in.""Do you really believe that? Because I don't see that happening. Just these rich kids going back home to inherit things, and continue being the counts they are.""Not me though.""You never told me why you were here." Malcom sat up."My father hates me, he blames me for everything that goes wrong.""Well, I guess I'm better off. I never knew my father."