As much as you think you know someone....

Chris hates when I call him C. He calls me J, my preference. But he always likes to be called Chris. So I say :"Hey C, you got a bandaid?"

Horrid blisters from a burn on my hand.

"I really wish you would use my fucking name."

Cranky. So damn cranky when he has not enough sleep.

"Sorry, Christopher." I'm tired to, but a fucking sweetheart.

"Christ J. My name is not Christopher. It's Christian. On second thought, C. is better than that." He grimaces as I laugh. "I still prefer Chris."

"alright, cranky."

"I'm not cranky."

"Of course not."

"Asshole."

"I love these pet names" He flips me off. Good thing he's hot.