Thank you for the amazing Reviews, people! I loved them:) They were really sweet. But any who – I'm back! It turned out that I didn't really have to move at all, so I chose not to! Haha
The Elena trial will be read in a soon to be written one shot on my page – so don't worry, you'll be able to read it too, just not IN this story. ENJOY!
ANA POV
The weeks pass and Christian and I only remain closer to each other, always touching, always finding some way or gesture to show the other one how much we care, and – when we could find the time at school – always kissing; weather short and sweet, or long and steamy we made do. I can never get tired of the feel of his lips touching mine.
Of course there was some heavy speculation of my promise ring being mistaken as an engagement ring, but I just let them think what they wanted. It wouldn't have hurt us in anyway, nothing could. And we're playful, weather we are stealing food off of each other's lunch tray, or Christian making me think someone else tapped me on my shoulder in the crowded hallway, we just had fun, after that one barrier was broken between us after the best night of my life we're free to be us, often not even called by our individual names but 'Christasia' or 'them'. We're inseparable, and irrevocably in love.
We even have pictures of us together hanging proudly in our lockers; mine is of us lying in the grass – some leaves in my fanned out brown locks, and Christian's ruffled hair – we lie there on our sides facing each other. Our eyes closed in bliss, and my mittened hand caressing his face as our lips and mouths collide. Christian was the one who held the camera over us and snapped the Kodak moment.
Christian on the other hand has more than one, he has little Polaroid's hanging, some of just me and other of me and him; me pouting, a small one of me lying in his arms as I sleep in his bed – Christian grinning at the camera as I snooze by his side, one of me holding my hand up towards the camera covering my face, and another of me in the middle of laughing uncontrollably. But the main one that sits proudly for the world to see is sitting in a silver picture frame; it's a soft black and white photograph showing a close up of our hands interlocked, with both of our Promise rings on our fingers.
The Elena trial was quite bland; she didn't have a thing on Christian besides her useless sob stories and her almost full body cast. The whole time I sat and rubbed my thumb across Christian's hand as he sat frigid and tense beside me. The only times we weren't having any physical contact was when he was called to the stand. The next court date was set in another week, and Carrick told me how I would be put up to the stand to state that I hit her and not Linc. Christian highly disagreed but he couldn't stop it if that was what they chose.
Of course Mia and Elliot weren't a part of it, that day Christian told me they went to the Trevelyan's house to be kept in the dark, and I of course didn't say a word to Ray about this, it would soon be over and it didn't concern him the slightest. Not many knew.
It's Friday right now, and I'm sitting in Social Studies. Already done with my map of the East Coast I sit in my spot without a thing to do for the next fifteen minutes. I lie my head down in my arms as my mind wonders to last weekend and my surprise guest…
I was lying in bed, just finished reading the Scarlet letter for the thirtieth time when I heard a faint tap on my window.
"Must be the wind," I sighed to myself, closing my eyes once more.
Tap, tap, tap.
Groaning I shoved my pillow over my head to drown out the sound. It was quiet for a little over three minutes when I heard it once more. Groaning sleepily and pushing the sheets off of me I walked over my window to see what all the hub bub was about.
Moving the curtains and opening the window I had seen Christian crouching on top of the roof by my window pane.
"AWW -," I started to scream on reaction, but he leaned quickly through the window and hushed me with his mouth.
At first I was startled but then caught up with his warm lips moving hastily against mine. He then stopped abruptly and grinned at me, making his way through and standing in my bedroom.
"Shhh," he said as he closed the window behind him.
I stood there shocked, what is Christian doing in my room at this time of night?
He slid off his brown leather jacket and slung it over the bottom of my bed frame. I looked up at him and found him grinning ear from ear like a naughty young man.
"Christian!" I scolded quietly.
He put his hands in the pockets of his pants and started to move slightly – like he was warming himself up.
"It's really cold out there." He said matter-a-factly.
"Ya think?" I gaped, "It's the middle of the night and you're climbing roof tops! What are you doing here anyways?"
He pouted, "Do you not want me here?" his tone sad.
"Yes, I always want you here." His face perked up, "But what are you doing here?"
"I missed you." He shrugs as if it's the easiest equation in the world.
And then an eruption of laughter escaped. I began laughing so hard tears were streaming down my face, as I lay down on my bed. He missed me - that was his brilliant reason. His simple way of thinking was he missed me so he decided to drive all the way to my house in the middle of the night and climb up my to my window just so he could see me for a couple hours. It was insane, and crazy, but what really got me cracking up was that was just how our relationship worked.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You!" I giggled more. "You're insane, you know that, right?"
"Some may prefer to me as a love sick idiot – but I, personally, see nothing idiotic about it." He smirked, still standing in the same spot shivering slightly.
I went back to my spot in bed and got under the covers, lifting up the bed sheets from the other side I gestured for him to join me. He smiled with glee and slipped out of his shoes and socks quickly; slipping into bed and curling up like a little boy with the blankets up to his neck.
"It really is freezing outside."
"I bet," I said as I slid under the covers as well. I also clutched the sheets up to my neck. The gust of wind that came in with my surprise visitor was pretty chilly; I could only imagine what it was like standing out there for minutes at a time.
He was smiling at me as I positioned myself to his level, I playfully stuck my tongue out at him and he chuckled, leaning in so he could kiss me, his hand straying and touching my hip.
He broke off the kiss and looked at me oddly, "Whoa, you're really warm, baby."
I giggled at his 'in awe' expression.
"No, I'm serious, you're really warm." He pulled me so I was flush against his chest under the blankets; he moaned and shuddered when my body touched his freezing form, warming him up as if I was his own personal Anastasia heater.
"Christian, would it be wise of me to say you only want me for my body… heat?" I snickered.
"Sarcasms the lowest form of wit," he grinned as he opened one eye.
We fell asleep that night cuddled up and trying to keep warm.
"Miss Steele," the teacher coughed, "I said you may go now." She winked.
I blush, embarrassed of my thoughtlessness, looking around I find most of the students already departed while I was lost in a day dream.
"Er… thanks." I blush some more as I pass her on my way out.
Making my way through the crowded halls – trying to find Christian – I nearly run into Wesley. Wesley. Over the weeks we haven't talked much, and I can't help but feel I left him in the dust. We haven't sat by each other in ages, and in gym it's like he purposely keeps out of my sight. I feel like a horrible friend for leaving him alone.
That is I thought he was alone.
A wide grin spreads across my face when I see him holding hands with Lavender. Her perky smile lights up on her face as she holds Wesley's hand, greeting me too.
"Sorry, Stranger." Wesley grins at me.
"Hey!" I smile at him, "Hey, Lavender." I giggle.
"You remember my name?" she smiles.
"Well, you did save me from getting pelted in gym by a dodge ball – I owe you my life." I laugh jokingly. "So you're dating now?"
They both smile at each other, "Yeah," Wesley grins.
"I'm happy for you." I say truthfully. They look really sweet together and cute, and I'm more than ecstatic for them both.
"Thanks," Wesley flushes.
When we are finished talking I walk away still grinning, who would've knew – Lavender and Wes. I'm happy for them both, and I'm glad that it feels like everything's falling in to place for once. Everything feels perfect.
I see Christian grabbing books out of his locker. I walk up behind him and kiss his neck. He grins over at me as I put in my combination.
"Guess what I just learned," I giggle.
"What would that be?" he smirks, shutting his locker and leaning his shoulder against it.
"Wesley and Lavender are dating," I smile.
"Lavender…" he thinks, "Is she the girl who runs around wearing small puffy black tutu skirts over black skinny jeans occasionally?" he chuckles.
I giggle, "Yes. They look really happy." I say sincerely.
"I'm glad," he leans closer to me, "Now he won't be hitting on you as often," he growls against my ear.
"Christian!" I scold.
"If your happy for them, then I am as well." He says sincerely, looking down at me. "We should get to class," he says as I grab his hand, nuzzling into his arm. He then walks me to Math.
Getting home from school, Christian and I wipe our feet as we step into Ray's house before departing to the Greys.
"Hey, Dad!" I say through the house, knowing he must hear me in the living room.
"Hey, Annie." He says from the kitchen. I grab Christian's hand – him being less touchy feely with me as usual as Ray's house – and drag him into the kitchen.
Ray's standing in front a white and square Priority Mail shipping box on the kitchen counter, he looks up and nods towards my Boyfriend, "Christian," he greets.
"Sir," Christian says back politely.
I took down at my fingers and spy my stand out ring, Ray didn't warm straight away to the idea of his little girl having a promise ring so soon, and I think he even told my Mom, but very soon he learned to act as if it weren't there in the first place – he's a man of few words.
"Um, Annie," Ray says, looking uncomfortable as he gazes at the item in the box.
"What?" I ask.
"You're Mother sent you this and we got it in the mail today." He says slightly confused.
"What is it?"
"It's a cell phone." He scratches the back of his head as he tosses it to me.
I look down at the small cellular device as if it was as unappealing as a dead puppy. "Why?" I ask speculatively.
Ray put his hands up, "Beats me." He shrugs. "You should call her, tell her… thanks."
I smirk at him, "Okay…" I then leave the two in the kitchen as I search for the house phone.
She answers on the second ring.
"Hey, Mom,"
"Ana, honey! How are you?"
"Good. Um, thanks for the phone," I say softly.
"Oh, so it arrived on time!" she squeals from the other end.
"Yep," I smile lightly at her enthusiasm. "So why'd you give me a phone, Mom?"
"Oh, you know, teenagers these days and their devices, just thought you'd want a little update since you are a teenage woman now, and Kate has a phone… and you have a boyfriend." She trails the last part off. "Why didn't you use it to call me?"
I giggle, "Mom, I just received it less than a minute ago."
"True." She chuckles.
"Well, thanks again, Mom. I love it." I smoothly lie.
"I'm glad, baby girl." Baby girl? Whatever happened to 'teenage woman with boyfriend'? "I love you, Ana."
"Love you, too." I say, we then hang up.
While Ray and Christian spend time talking in the kitchen I decide to go upstairs and grab a few items for before the Grey house.
"Ready," I say as I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen.
They both turn to look at me. Both Ray and Christian leaning against the counter, arms crossed.
Christian walks over to me, instantly taking my hand by habit.
"Hold up, Annie," Ray says stopping us as we turn to leave. "Don't forget your phone."
He tosses it to me, and I briefly entertain the idea of choosing not to catch and watch as it shatters into pieces on the aluminum floor. This phone's dirty, and I know there's something more to Carla giving it to me than marking my adult hood.
Christian, suspecting my plan, reaches in front of me and slyly snatches it in the air.
"Okay, thanks, Dad! See you soon." I say, we are then out the door.
Christian hands me my new phone smirking as I slip it into my back pocket without taking a second glance.
I'm at his house in the TV room later on that day. I sit on the couch clutching my knees to my chest, skeptically looking at the cellular device that sits in the palm of my hand. Christian then jogs down the stairs after changing out of his school wear, I giggle at him; his school wear and comfortable clothing are exactly the same, only now he wears grey joggers.
"Your still staring at that phone as if it's a deadly transformer?" he smiles, as he leans over to give me a quick peck.
"It's just… odd. I don't trust it." I giggle at how ridiculous that sounds.
He laughs once at my demeanor, "Would you like some ice cream?"
"Sure." I shrug. "What flavor are you having?"
"Chocolate." He grins.
I giggle, looking at him, "You really love chocolate."
He smirks at me, "Flavor." He asks again.
"Mint chocolate chip." I simply, he then descends to the kitchen freezer.
After trying to figure to out this phone for some time, I come to the conclusion that I won't get anything recuperated if I just sit here and stare at it the entire time. I turn it on and wait. When it powers up – relatively fast, I must add – it takes me through how to work it and what to do. I still don't think I need it.
Christian then walks in with two ice cream cones in each hand, giving me one he grins slyly when he finds me tapping away on my new phone.
"What?" I scowl.
"Nothing," he sits beside me, humor dancing in his eyes.
"Contacts…" I say under my breath.
"I better be number one." He grins an adorable boyish grin in my direction.
"You're always my number one." I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Damn right," he growls, kissing me, and I can taste the cool chocolate ice creams on his mouth.
After countless minutes of working my frustrating new cell phone, I look over and find Christian lying on his arm as he sleeps in a peaceful slumber. I giggle, as I put away my phone for good, and wipe away some chocolate on his face – both of our ice creams gone. He would rather begin to nod off then just watch normal TV like a fifteen year old boy would want to – but then again, Christian is way better than any normal guy his age. I cover him up with the duvet on the back of the couch.
I begin to move away to leave him be, but he sturs beneath me.
"Stay," he grumbles in his half asleep voice. Softly grabbing me with the hand that wears his silver band and pulling me down to lay beside him on top of the blanket. I comply and he drapes his arm over me from behind. I sigh with contentment and soon my tired eyes – that have been looking at a phone screen for the last hour – have has enough, closing and falling asleep.