Chapter 7

It was in the middle of December when Mark threw an impromptu party out of nowhere. Kris had never been a crazy party monkey but pretending to be one came natural when asked about the amount of alcohol he could consume before passing out. According to his own statement, he could toss back 'a mother-effing lot more than the rest of you fags', which roughly translated into normal English most likely meant, not a whole lot. One beer and he would be gone. But that didn't stop him... From being forced by a very insisting Mark.

Coming out of the shower, Kris ran a hand through his hair. He would need to get his roots bleached soon. He sighed at his mirror image, still getting used to actually caring about what he looked like. He took turns in looking at his side profiles, occasionally running a hand over the mirror to remove the steam from the shower. He ran his eyes over his upper-body, taking in the now completely flat stomach, thanks to an excruciating diet made by none other than Mark. It mostly contained eating boiled eggs and highly nutritious... Air.

Kris grinned stupidly at his own reflection as he flexed his muscles and gave his "guns" a wet smooch.              

Kris, not being all that familiar with his new lifestyle yet, was the first party guest to arrive.

At 5 pm... 

Showing up at the Jones family's door step.

...With cookies.

To his defense, the cookies hadn't been his idea. Had it been up to him, he would've brought celery sticks and eggs.

Anyway, arriving early was the reason for Kris eating supper with Mark's family. "Aah, Kris. You've become so handsome lately, haven't you?" Mark's mother said while handing Kris the mashed potatoes. "You know, Mark just won't shut up about you. It's always, Kris this, Kris that, oh and honey there is nothing wrong with a guy keeping a diary. In fact Mark here kept one as well" "MOM!" Mark had effectively cut her off, perhaps even let a mouthful of half-chewed veggies, canon-ball across the table. Kris gave Mark an evil smile. "Is that so. You wouldn't happen to know what he wrote about, Mrs. Jones?" Before Mark's mom could  reply Mark had already inhaled his food, grabbed Kris' chair and yelled out a 'Thanks for dinner'. Kris had barely managed to scoop a few forks of potato in his mouth before he and his chair was being dragged out of the kitchen.
Lets just say Kris was delighted at the news, whereas Mark had locked himself in the bathroom, refusing to come out.

It was only when his parents had left, Mark considered it safe enough to reemerge. He quickly regretted it though when he was met with a still smiling Kris doing sit-ups in his bed. A light pearl of sweat slowly made its way down his forehead, making Mark gulp.

"What are you doing?" Mark chocked out. For some reason his mouth seemed really dry.

"197, 198, 199, 200."

Kris collapsed on the comfy bed before drying his sweat off with the blanket. Mark didn't mind.

"I found it." Kris said in a solemn voice while sitting up, reaching a hand under the mattress. "At least my hiding place was creative." Kris pulled out a worn out journal with rainbows on it.

"Seriously dude. This is just gay."

With a playful smirk he threw the diary at Mark who caught it with his face. Panic started to set in. A cold sweat stained his armpits. Was that actually tears stinging his eyes? Mark's face fell even more. This was it. Their friendship would be over, now that Kris knew his secret. Mark let his weak legs give in and willingly collapsed to the floor. Kris was beside him in a second, hoisting him to his feet.

"Don't worry man. I didn't read it. Unlike you I actually respect other people's privacy." Kris's sincere smile did magic to Mark's heart and suddenly he kind of wished Kris had read the journal.


A/N
Kyaaaa! Recieved my first comment/Hwaiting <3 :D:D I'm so happy!
Here have a short chapter on the house.
I'll probably be posting a few more chapters before going to bed :)
Hope it's worth reading.