Chris spent an extra ten minutes in the bathtub before getting out. It didn't take him long to realize that Laura had failed to bring him anything to dry off with. Sighing to himself, he searched the bathroom for anything he could use to dry his off with but found nothing. He finally decided to just go ahead and get dressed then make one of the girls get him a towel for him.
When he picked up the underwear that folded neatly ontop of the stack, he immediatly noticed that something wasn't right. Stretching them out in front of his face, he knew there was no way in hell that he would be able to fit his hips inside the small lastic waistband of the underwear. They weren't his size! Well, what did it matter anyway? He had went without underwear many times in his life. Sometimes the life of a rockstar demanded it.
Tossing the garment to the side, Chris picked up the next article of clothing. The frown that had been on his face turned into a grimace as he stared at a pair of dark blue hip huggers with a chain hanging from the belt loop to the pocket and a silver studded belt still looped inside. He quickly snatched the shirt up and glared at it. It was a tightly fitted shirt with black and white stripes. It was the same outfit Bill had wore the day before.
Chris threw the clothes across the bathroom in a fit of rage. He looked around the bathroom, looking for something, anything, that he could throw but there was nothing. He had to give the girls props for thinking things through as well as they did.
He knew that they would expect him to leave the bathroom in Bill's worn clothes but he wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of that. But, what else could he use to hide himself? He wasn't about to walk out of the bathroom flaunting himself as though there weren't three girls and two other, possibly gay, guys in the house with him.
Chris gazed around the bathroom once more until his eyes stopped near the bathtub. He rolled his eyes at the idea that popped into his head and groaned, knowing that they wouldn't be much better than Bill's clothes. Those will have to do..
Laura, Whitney, Amanda and Bill were sitting together on the couch, yelling out random words as they watched Tom move his body into odd, unknown shapes.
"Snake!"
"Hippo!"
"Truck!"
"Rubber duckies!" Whitney screamed in horror as she broke into fits of laughter.
Her sudden burst of laughter caused the other three to stop what they were doing and stare at her. She was currently rolling around in the floor, laughing as though she was a maniac that had somehow escaped from an insane asylum.
Of course, her actions frightened them so one by one, they scooted backwards. Since Amanda was in the back, everyone was sitting on top of her so she was finding it hard to breathe but right now that wasn't her first priority.
"Where the fuck are my clothes?" a low voice boomed from somewhere close.
Against their better judgement, their eyes left Whitney. Standing there before them, dripping wet was Chris and he was naked beside the four medium sized rubber ducks he had held over his man bits. All three joined Whitney on the floor, rolling around, laughing as they each stopped to look up at Chris as he stood there looking down at them with a serious face, holding the ducks firmly in place. After about five minutes had passed, they each sat up.
"Your clothes are in the bathroom? Didn't you find where I put them?" Laura said, biting her lower lip to help surpress giggles.
"I found the clothes you left behind just fine, Laura. They weren't mine and you fucking know it. They're Bill's!" he snapped.
"I have a question," Tom said.
"What could you possibly want?" Chris replied, rolling his eyes.
"Does your schwanz really require four of those to hide it because it's that large?"
Chris face turned bright red and if it was humanly possibly, steam rolled out of his ears. He stomped over towards him, not caring that his white, moon shaped butt was shining to everyone in the room.
"Are you often this obscene when there are ladies in the room?" Chris snapped as he bent down so he was right in Tom's face.
Tom shrugged his shoulders. "What do you care, Chris? They're aren't ladies, anyway. What lady do you know kidnaps three guys? Hmm? None, that's who," Tom said as he slowly moved his hands towards Chris.
"It still gives you no right to talk about my body like that in front of them or say those things," Chris replied.
"Go ahead and act like you don't sing about sex in your songs, Mr. Pohl," Tom snorted.
"I'm not acting as if I don't, Tom. I can't control the fact that young girls and guys listen my music. I've stated countless times that my music is for adults to enjoy."
Just as Chris was standing back up, Tom struck his arms out and grabbed a hold of the four rubber ducks and jerked them out of Chris' grips. Before Chis could retaliate, Tom jumped to his feet and ran across the room, tossing the ducks into the lit fire place.
Chris screeched as he struggled to hide himself with his hands. The girls just stared at him in shocked, their mouths agape as neither of them bothered to move or try to help the naked man that was standing a mere two foot in front of them. Chris' face was a bright crimson color as he stood there, not knowing was to do. He bent over, hoping to try save atleast a little of his humanity.
Looking over to his right, he seen an open bedroom door. It was Laura's room but at the moment, he didn't care. It would have to do. He made a mad dash towards her room, making sure nothing was important was showing that shouldn't have been by hiding it with his hands.
Several minutes passed in the living room before anyone spoke. It was as though everyone was afraid to. Without really meaning to, they had all humiliated Chris. Of course, Tom had meant to. The rest of them could kill Tom right about now but they wouldn't.
Bill was Tom's twin so he was used to his crazy antics. Amanda, Laura and Whitney knew exactly what they were getting into when they kidnapped Tom and so far, they hadn't regretted it. They just hoped that this little stunt hadn't scarred poor Chris. He didn't know Tom like the rest of them. That was something they hadn't thought about.
Chris didn't know anyone. He was alone.
"I can honestly say that I wasn't disappointed," Tom blurted out.
Everyone glared at him.
"What in the hell are you talking about?" Bill asked.
"Chris."
"You looked?" Amanda asked, surprised.
"Well, yeah. Can you honestly say that you didn't?" he asked, smirking.
Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red and she mumbled incoherent words as she hid her face behind a pillow.
"That's what I thought. Everyone in this room looked. No one can deny it. I must say that even though he is equipped, mine is much larger," Tom said, grinnning from ear to ear. "Would anyone like to see?"
Just as Tom was standing to unzip his pants, Bill jumped up and tackled his brother to the ground. They went rolling across the floor and didn't stop until they hit the table with their backs.
"Ow..." they moaned as they each rolled over onto their stomachs.
"What the fuck was that for?" Tom spat.
"You were getting ready to get half naked in front of us. I wasn't about to let you, Tom," Bill groaned.
"You need to lighten up some, Bill. I'm sure it wouldn't be the first time those girls have seen a penis."
While the brothers began arguing in german, Laura told Whitney and Amanda that she was going to go check on Chris. She quietly stood up off the floor and tiptoed towards her bedroom. Even though it was her room, she still felt obliged to knock. At first, he didn't say anything so she knocked again. After several seconds, she finally heard him mumble the words 'come in'.
"Hey, Chris. I just wanted to apologize..." she said as she walked inside and shut the door behind her.
Chris sat up on the bed and pushed his back up against the wall. He had her blanket wrapped tightly around his nude body, the only part of him showing was his head and feet.
"For what? I have no humanity left in me, Laura. There's nothing left in me that could possibly accept an apology. Nothing that could possibly need one," he replied.
"If you would just let me and the others apologize, that feeling would go away, Chris."
"Ha! Let the others apologize? You're the only one here, Laura. Don't try to make it seem as if they give a damn."
"They do give a damn, Chris! Tom is the kind of guy that plays pranks on the people he cares about. He's often misunderstood because of it though. Bill just kicked Tom's ass over you. Isn't that showing that he gives a damn over you? Whitney and Amanda would be in here if they weren't afraid Bill and Tom wouldn't end up getting badly injured!" then she added, chuckling, "for fuck's sake, they were in on kidnapping your ass!"
"You just don't understand, Laura. I'm not used to that sort of thing. My parents weren't fond of me hanging out with friends," he said as pulled his knees up to his chest. The blanket fell down a little ways and uncovered his shoulders and toned chest. The moonlight that was shining through the window blended with his pale skin perfectly.
Laura slowly walked over to the bed, just in case he decided to tell her to leave. His eyes didn't leave the wall in front of him the entire time, even when she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Where they mean to you?" she asked.
"What?" he asked, giving her a confused look.
"Your parents, I mean."
"Oh, no. They were very loving, actually. Bought me whatever I wanted. They were just...strange. They didn't like it when people came to our house," he paused before adding, "You can imagine how hard that made it for me to make friends while growing up. People always thought of me as being weird because I wasn't allowed to go hang out with kids or have people over. I wasn't allowed to have birthday parties or anything else of the sort."
Laura frowned and she wiped tears from her eyes.
"Are you crying?" Chris asked, moving forward as he could see he better.
She swatted her hand at him. "I'm fine. A bug flew in my eye."
He snorted. "Don't lie to me, Laura. I know better. See, this is the very reason why I hardly ever tell anyone about myself. They end up crying."
"I'm sorry, Chris. It's just that a kid should have so much more than that. You didn't get to experience the joys of being a child. No one should have to miss out on that," she said, wrapping her arms around him and laying her head on his naked chest.
Without hesitation, Chris wrapped his arms around her, and the blanket pooled around his waist but neither of them took time to notice.
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-sigh- I want to give Chris a big hug. Don't you?
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