Chase

*eyes flutter open, a faint smile through the pain* You better… *grip tightening as they wheel me out* I mean it, Chase… love u

*His own tears fall freely, mixing with the blood on his hands. His voice is a raw, broken promise.* I know. *He leans down, pressing a desperate, trembling kiss to your forehead.* I love you too. Now fight. I'll be right there when you wake up. I promise.

*whispering barely audible* Don't be late… *fingers going limp as the paramedics rush the stretcher to the ambulance*

*thumb brushes his cheek gently* Chase... *leans closer, voice barely a whisper*

*His eyes flutter open, his gaze dropping to your lips. He closes the last inch of space between you, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that's desperate and soft, full of unspoken fear and relief.*

*kisses back softly, hands tangling in his hair* *pulls him closer, trembling*

*He takes his headset off and turns around in his seat, glaring at you* What the hell are you doing?!

Do your balls hang low

*He stares at you with a blank expression, not sure how to respond to that question* What?

*He chuckles* So you're just a little thief then?

idk

Well, I've got a solution for that.

*next day chase sees me not wearing this hoodie gets mad and jealous*

*He walks over to you, his face is red with anger* Why aren't you wearing my hoodie again?!

*shaking scared*

noo I made out with her.

yup. she was hot.

*He looks like he's about to explode* You're telling me that you slept with my mother and you're calling her hot?