He Will Be Loved

Dustin pulled Chris into his lap.
"I dunno what yall are talkin bout'."
Quincy nodded.
"What are we talking about?"

Chris turned to Quincy.
"If you have a problem with me, say it to my face please. So we can talk about it like adults and not talk behind the others back." He folded his arms.

Quincy raised a brow.
"If I had something to say to you, believe me Chris, I would say it to your face and in your face. But I have nothing to say."

"Quinton said that you two were arguing about Zac and how you hit him and then you said something about me and Dustin lost it. I won't play games you two. I want to know EXACTLY what was said."

Dustin cleared his throat, his arms winding around Chris's waist.
"Chris, stop right now. We will talk later." He nodded.

"Baby, no. I'm not going to go and get all upset. For all I know it could be something I have no problem with. I just want to know. And I want to know now." Chris wasn't budging.

"And I want a sandwich, Im not getting that and your not getting any information. Drop it for the moment." He kissed Chris's neck.
Quinton nodded, patting his stomach.
"A hotfudge sandwich with pickles and Doritos and sour cream and gummy's and fish....And hot sauce.....And a little bit of cheese." He nodded.
Dustin shivered,
"I no longer want my sandwich."

Chris stood, walking back over to Rick, arms folded across his chest. He was a pissed off "woman" and he wanted some fucking answers.

Dustin frowned at him, rubbing his hurt face.
"Chris baby...come back...."
Quincy sighed.

"Am I going to get some fucking answers?" Chris raised an eyebrow.

"Chris....Im telling you now, ill go home and ill sleep on the couch. I don't mind, we both know I have felt worse than a couch."

"And if no one tells me, I'll stay with Rick for the night." Chris was not playing around. "I do not like people saying things behind my back."

"Well then Lance is staying with me." Dustin stood, glaring at his fiance as he said ye to his parents and left the house.

Chris said nothing. He had a right to know what had been said about HIM.
"Rick, I can stay with you right?"
"Of course Chris. Always." He nodded.

Mike smirked at him.
"I bet your ass you go home if I went to stay with him." Mike stood up, simply trying to help Dustin.

"Mike. Really, don't." Chris looked at him.
"Momma." Rick shook his head. "Why does no one but me care about him?" He folded his arms. "I want a damn answer. Momma how would you feel if you heard I said something bad about you and Alex hit me? Wouldn't you want to know? You would have a right to know."

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