Chasing Chance

"I have some questions for you.''"I don't like people intruding in on my life.''"It's not intruding if you are willing to tell me.''Chance opened his mouth to speak, but Kristoff held up a hand to cut him off.''Tell you what, I buy you a drink and you answer my question.''Before Chance could respond, Kristoff walked away. Reluctantly, Chance got up and joined Kristoff over by the small bar that has four people milling around and chatting about where they were planning to go for their vacation. A conversation Chance had no interest in listening to.When Chance tried to order a drink, Kristoff waved the bartender off. She gave him a look, then rolled her eyes.Ignoring her, Kristoff called over a male that dressed differently from the other bar waiters to show that he was of a higher position."Why is she here?''Who? Goldamay.''"Yes, I don't like it. Get rid of her.''The man nodded, then

Instead of leaving, Chance followed Kristoff over to his table, where three other people were sitting."My people, allow me to introduce. Chance. Chance, these are Stefan, his date Stacy. He only dates women with the same first initial as him and Joel.'' Kristoff pointed at them as he said their names.Stefan gave a salute, while his date, who has a long black wig, scrunched her botched nose up. Joel, on the other hand, who had on an expensive-looking Freddie Krueger shirt on was too busy on his phone to notice anything.''Joel is a blogger.'' Kristoff made a face at the way Joel had his nose in his phone.''Chance nodded a greeting, then moved to take a seat but was stopped by the overly tanned skin, thick glasses, Stefan."That seat is already taken.''"It's fine, Chance, you can sit.''Just as Chance sat, a female with strawberry blonde hair and lips filled with fillers came to stand at the table."Huh, do I know you?" She a

"Can you help me get my back?'' Kristoff held out the sunscreen for Chance to grease him up. "No funny business.'' Chance took it from him. "When have I ever tried anything?'' Kristoff tried to play dumb. "You are not cute.'' Chance whispered in his ears, causing him to shiver and lean into him. Chance pushed him away. ''That's exactly what I am talking about.'' "Sorry, but you smell nice.''  ''It's the Tom F-. Listen, can you stop with all this? I told you plenty of times that I'm not interested in men and especially not when that man is you.'' Chance pushed him again. "Chance, as much as I would love to kill my feelings for you, I can't.'' "You don't have feelings for me Kristoff, and I suggest that whatever is going on in that thick head of yours, you let it go.'' "It's not so easy.'' "Are you two coming or not?'' Crystal asked, cutting off whatever Chance had to say. Chance cut his eyes

3 years, and 4 months. That was how long Kristoff hadn't seen or heard from Chance. It was as if he had vanished completely from the face of the earth. He spent days thinking nothing of Chance, trying to find him or contact him.While Chance's mind would drift to Kristoff only once in a while, which he hated, hated what Kristoff had done to him. He tried his hardest to forget, forget the kiss, the sensation, the pleasure.But Kristoff refused to let that night go. He wanted more, more of Chance and for their relationship to take off.'Where are you?' Kristoff would wonder, searching collage after collage. Campus, after campus, to find Chance.Their separation had gone on long enough. It was as if his other half was missing, or a part

Chance lay in his bed thinking back to seeing Kristoff for the first time in so long. He didn't know how to react. First, he was taken aback by his killer good looks. He knew that handsome men were in Colombia, but Kristoff's beauty was incomparable. He hated that Kristoff had an effect on him, and all those years, he thought he got him out of his head. But no, just that first glimpse of Kristoff brought back those feelings he tried his hardest to hide. He didn't know if it was the playfulness in his eyes, that damn smirk he always wore when he knew he was right, or just him, everything about him. Change sighed, then rolled to his side. He just couldn't help but think of Kristoff. The arrogant prick had got way under his skin, wormed his way into his heart and consumed his mind. Almost taking over his life, for the first few months Kristoff was all he could think of and every day for that time, to almost a year, he was all he saw. 'Could I really be with a ma