Summary: Chris is getting ready for the visit to Darren’s for the release of Prisoner of Azkaban.
Chris’ room looks temporarily like a hurricane had hit it. His duffel bag is on the bed, a few T-shirts handing off the side of it and a bunch of his clothes strewn over the comforter. Books are on about every other surface along with notebooks and a couple of pencils and pens, some on the floor where they rolled off when he wasn’t paying attention.
It shouldn’t be a big deal but somehow it is. He’s visiting Darren and it might be for just one night but it’s the first time he’s gone to someone else’s house. Or at least it’s the first time he’s going to stay with someone who is not family. They’re leaving right after school on Friday and Chris wants to just grab his bag and go. He’s not even considering delays, hoping that Hannah will be just as ready to go, even though her reason to drive up to San Fran is nowhere near as pleasant as his.
And it’s not only Darren that’s making him all impatient, even though he has to admit to himself that Darren’s definitely a big part of it. But in just a few hours, he’ll have the new book in his hands. The money is nicely stacked on his desk, the previous books on top of it to keep it safe.
"Chris, it’s time to sleep!"
"Yes Mom, I’m almost done," he calls back and finally settles on the dark blue T-shirt that makes him think of Ravenclaw colors.
Just one more night of sleep and he’ll be on the way to meet Darren.