Cris had picked me up the next day like he promised,
"So, you and I have got a lot to talk about." He smirked,
"Really? Like what?"
"Like about your interview."
"Yeah?"
"So I'm a mystery?"
"Yeah."
"Care to explain?"
"You are a hard woman to figure out. A mystery. Beautiful but tough. Sweet yet you've got a good punch."
"You are pathetic you know? I blushed slightly and hoped he hadn't noticed,
"Oh yeah? Then why are you blushing?" I smacked him on the arm and he laughed. We pulled up into his drive. Thank you God! I was actually becoming, dare I say it, close to Cristiano. We got out and he showed me to my car.
"Well here it is."
"Thank you Cris. It means a lot to me."
"I still have to put it in but…" I smirked at him,
"I thought you said you were putting it in after the game yesterday? Did you purposely wait just so I would be here while you worked?" He blushed, "Now look who's blushing." He got a devilish smiled on his face,
"You better run." And I did. I took off for his back yard and he was right on my tail. But I lost my shoes and he tackled m, but I flipped him over and pinned him,
"HA!" But he's a futboler and I'm not. So he's a lot stronger than I am. He picked me up and threw me into the pool, "Cris!" He smirked at me and offered his hand to help me out. I took it and then game him a devilish look and pulled him in. We laughed when he came up and both got out of the water. I had a yellow tank top on and it clung to my body with my shorts. Cris's shorts clung to him as well as his shirt. We both were blushing like crazy. He took my hand and led me into the house. He gave me a towel and then a shirt and a pair of shirts,
"I know they won't fit but it's dry." I smiled,
"Thanks Cris. They'll be fine." I went in and dried myself off then put the shirt and shorts on. The shirt had Portugal written on it and the shorts were big. But it smelled of him. I took a deep breath and memorized that smell. I walked out and then out to the front where Cris was working on my car again. With no shirt,
"Why is it every time you work on my car you have no shirt on?" He laughed and shook his head, that's when I noticed something,
"Cris."
"Hm?"
"Where's your cousin?" An angry look came across his face then it vanished,
"He left. Said he had business to attend to." I got closer and put my hand on his shoulder. I knew he had gotten in a fight with him after I left,
"Cris...you can tell me." He let out a sigh,
"My cousin and I…may have gotten into a fight and I told him to go home. He was just being a jerk and he was getting too personal. I'm sorry about him." I smiled and kissed him on the nose,
"Thank you. And it's not your fault. Actually, I'm kind of glad he was here." He furrowed his brow,
"Why?"
"Because it gives me something to hold over you." He cracked a smile,
"Oh no. You would wouldn't you."
"Of course!" He laughed and in a matter of hours we had managed to talk about everything. From movies to TV to food to music,
"Well, your car is fixed."
"Thanks Cris. How much do I owe you?" He got closer until he was right in front of me,
"Mmmm, dinner and a movie."
"Ha ha, I can live with that." He smiled and we went back into the house. We had pizza and sat down to watch Radio since neither of us had seen it before. I sat beside him and some how during the movie his arm ended up around me and my head on his chest. When it got to the part where Radio's mother died of a heart attack I could feel tears starting to slip down my face. I squeezed my eyes shut in the vain hope of making them stop, but all it did was make them fall onto Cris's bare chest,
"Es, are you crying?" I didn't reply and he lifted me up into his lap so I was sitting his lap facing him. Tears were streaming down my face now and I was biting my lip to stop me from bursting out. He looked into my eyes and then he looked deeper, "Those tears aren't from the movie are they." I shook my head and he pulled me to him. As soon as my head hit his chest I lost it. I was a mess. He held me tight and ran his hand through my hair,
"Shhhh…I'm here…" I kept balling. I had held it all up for days and now I was loosing it. I was shattering to pieces in front of him. And you know what. I felt ok, crying in front of him, I felt okay doing that. Finally when I had stopped sobbing uncontrollably and it became tears and a slight hiccup I spoke but not once did I look in his eyes,
"M-my mother…s-she, she passed away a few years ago. S-she died of a heart attack. S-she died alone Cris. She was in her car and had a heart attack. S-she was all alone." The tears were still coming but my voice was starting to become stronger, "I miss her terribly Cris. She was always there for me and always knew what to say during hard times. That was where I was yesterday. Yesterday was the anniversary of her death. I'm sorry; you shouldn't have to hear this. And I shouldn't be crying all over you." That was when he lifted my chin to meet his eyes and he took his other hand and wiped the tears away,
"Never be sorry. Not for that. You should never have to explain your tears and you should never have to hold them in." I smiled and leaned forward and put my head on his chest,
"Thank you." It was quieter than a whisper but he heard me,
"I'm always here for you." I felt his warm arms wrap around me and I drifted off to sleep. For once I felt at peace.