Memory

A dark, cold night in the city. People were walking back and forth, minding their own business. It had to be one of the coldest nights of the city. In a corner of a street, a figure was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall of a building. He was shivering from the cold and shaking a plastic cup to the people walking by him, asking for change. Some did leave money for the poor soul, but others dropped things, like trash, into his cup. He continued shaking his cup, unaware of someone's shadow hovering over him. He looked up and lightly smiled.

"Hey, Chef. Long time, no see..."

Chef frowned at the figure, shaking his head.

"Look at you...The Famous Chris, now a homeless bum."

Chris shrugged and shook his cup at Chef. "Brother, can you spare me a dime?" he joked.

Chef rolled his eyes as Chris lightly chuckled. Chef moved next to Chris and sat down next to him. Chris went back to shaking his cup to the people passing by. Chef lightly shivered from the cold and pulled his coat more closer. He glanced at Chris and noticed that the man was wearing raggy clothing. His clothes were smeared with dirt and had holes. His face looked more scruffier than usual. And his hair grew longer, so it was covering his eyes a bit. Chris wasn't paying attention to Chef's staring, he just continued shaking his plastic cup.

The two old hosts of a once famous TV show, didn't say anything.

Chef sighed and noticed that Chris was shivering almost madly from the cold. He felt guilty that his old friend was cold while he had such a huge coat on. He grumbled and took the coat off. He threw it over Chris's shoulders and looked away. Chris was mildly surprise by the gesture, but smiled.

"Hey, thanks dude..." Chris said, pulling the coat more closer to him.

Chef didn't say anything, just grunted. It was quiet again between the two. Chris looked over at Chef, his bangs still covering his eyes.

"So, what are you doing around here?" he asked.

"I was just walking around..." Chef mumbled.

"You're walking around this late at night?" Chris teased, smirking.

Chef glared at Chris, who lightly chuckled again.

"What, can't a guy walk around this late at night?" he grumbled.

Chris laughed and shook his head. "Still the same old Chef..." he giggled.

Chef grunted again. "I suppose so. But, you're not the same Chris, right?"

Chris smiled sadly and shook his head. He placed his cup down and lean his head on the cold wall. He looked up at the night sky, his bangs moving away from his eyes. His life had changed a lot. Fame and glory all faded away from him. Money slipped away from him, and so did his old life. Looking back on it, Chris sometimes he could go back in time, to knock some sense into himself.

"No, dude," Chris said softly, "That old me died..."

Chef looked over at Chris, lightly confused. He saw the small, sad and for longing smile on Chris's face. Chef cleared his throat, looking up at the night sky too.

"Do you miss it sometimes? Your old life, I mean." Chef asked.

Chris didn't answer right away, for he was thinking it over. He rubbed his hands together as he thought. Did he miss it? Yes, sometimes he did. He missed having a bed to sleep in and something to eat. He missed having people love him. But, than again, he sometimes didn't. He blew into his hands, trying to warm them up.

"Well, sort of I guess...," Chris answered slowly, "I mean, I sometimes do but I can't look back on my life, you know? I gotta...gotta keep moving forward and whatever, you know?"

Chef nodded to Chris's answer and watched him blow into his hands again. He looked at Chris again and noticed that he looked more skinnier, and that he probably hasn't took a shower in a long time. He frowned and took Chris's hands. He rubbed them for him, blowing warm air into them. Chris blinked at Chef and slightly smiled.

"Thanks...Your hands are huge, dude." Chris said.

Chef just grunted again, still rubbing Chris's hands.

Chris smiled and said jokingly, "We probably look gay right now."

Chef rolled his eyes as Chris giggled like a child.

"I still see you're immature." Chef muttered.

Chris merely smiled. Chef stopped rubbing Chris's hands and let them go, but still held on to one of them. Chris lightly blushed from that, but he looked away. He picked up his cup and shook it. Chef continued holding Chris's hand, shifting around. He didn't like sitting on the cold concrete.

"Aren't you gonna go home...?" Chris asked softly, still shaking his cup.

"I can go home whenever I feel like it, boy." Chef grumbled.

Chris looked over at Chef and smiled. He looked down at their hands, still holding each other. He moved closer to Chef, and Chef didn't move away, for Chris's body heat was helping him warm up a bit. Chris smirked and leaned in more closer. He blew hot air into Chef's ear. That made Chef jump.

"What was that for?!" Chef screeched, blushing.

Chris smiled childishly and said, "To make us look even more gay!"

Chef muttered curse words as he rubbed his ear. Chris laughed loudly, scaring some of the people walking by. Chef whacked Chris's head, which made him laugh even more louder. Chef grumbled, but he still held on to Chris's hand. He stayed with him as the guy shook his cup to men in business suits and women who were too busy to care.

Pretty soon, Chris fell asleep, resting his head on Chef's shoulder. Chef sighed, looking up at the full moon. It was pretty late and the night got even colder. Chef was still slightly cold, but thanks to Chris's body heat, not so much. Looking at the moon, Chef sighed again.

He missed the old life, too much sometimes. He didn't like trying to have "normal" jobs. He couldn't hold a real relationship, if he wanted to. Besides, the real reason why he was out tonight was because he got fired from his job as a school's chef. He didn't expect to see Chris, his old friend, to be one of the bums on the streets. He looked over at Chris, shaking his head.

"In the morning, I'm taking you to my house. You need a bath, boy." he said.

Chris mumbled in his sleep, shifting around. Chef lightly ruffled the already messy hair and smiled a bit. He was glad to see someone from old memories. He rested his head on top of Chris's and continued looking at the moon.

"...And I don't care if we look gay." he grumbled.

Chris lightly smiled in his sleep.

Author's Notes: =3= Shame on you all for not writing any Chef/Chris. SHAME UPON YOUR FAMILIES! Well, I figured since I couldn't find any Chef/Chris stories on this site, I might as well post some of my drabbles on the pairings. I got an idea going with this one, but I'll upload some of the other drabbles I have later or whatever...