fools x tony stonem [completed]

fifty two

The last time I saw Chris, he said something that pissed me off, so I threw a bar of soap at his face, telling him to wash his mouth out with it. Upon the soap making contact with his head, he collapsed to the floor, his body convulsing. I screamed his name, rushing over to him, cradling his body in my arms as I begged for him to be okay. As I reached for my phone to call for help, tears pooling in my eyes, his body stilled. I looked down at him through a blurry gaze, only to find him smiling up at me with that classic Chris Miles grin.

"I got you so good, Freya!" He praises himself, and I couldn't even be mad at the fucked up prank when the sound of his laugh flooded my ear drums.

"You're such a wanker, Chris!" I scold him, a smile appearing on my lips despite how hard I fought to hide it.

He follows me as I stand to my feet, throwing an arm over my shoulder as I pout with my arms crossed over my chest.

He tells me what the both of us already know. "You love me though."

Of course I did. It was impossible not to.

Chris Miles died the next day.

an; ya'll already knew it was coming