Chapter 4
They sat in her room on the bed, speaking very little words to each other. Chris couldn't help but feel awkward in the silence that was in the room, he couldn't understand why he was feeling like this around the one person he loved. He looks around the room, the only light coming from the TV that had been set onto mute. Chris smiles at the cheesy horror movie that was showing on the screen and then looks back at Stephanie who is sitting cross legged on the bed staring at the bed avoiding eye contact with him. Fed up of the silence between them Chris decides to speak first..
"So why did you dump me?" He asks
"I didn't dump you" She replies
"I think you'll find you did" He returns
"I wouldn't call it dumping" She mutters
"What would you call it?" He chuckles
"You hate me don't you?" She questions
"Of course I don't hate you" He insists
"Do you love me?" She chokes
"More than anything" He replies
"So.." She sighs
"Yeah..so.." He croaks
"I love you too..but" She mumbles
"But.." He echoes
"I can't do this" She leaves then, closing the door behind her. Walking out of her own hotel room wanting to get away from him. Chris's head was spinning, she'd given him such mixed signals. The e-mails wanting to meet him, the inviting him back to her room so they could talk, telling him she loved him but then just walking out. Maybe if he waited for her she'd come back, maybe she'd gone and found another hotel room to spend the night in or maybe she'd come back once he'd gone. A million thoughts ran through his head, one was determined to push it's self to the front and scream at him. She'd gone to him, she had gone to his hotel room. The thought was burning into his head making his whole head pound, he felt like his head was being torn open and the thoughts of her going back to him forced into his mind. "I gotta get out of here" Chris mutters grabbing his soaking jacket from the radiator where Steph had put it just a short while earlier. He shrugs it onto his shoulder feeling the instant damp warmth that it had on his bare arms. He walks over to the desk and picks up a pen and grabs the hotel's complimentary note pad and thinks of a note for Steph for if she did come back, he looks around and sees her bags so she'd have to come back at some point. "God Chris, just write something down" he mutters to himself pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. He puts the pen onto the paper and jots down a quick note and chucks it on the bed. "Short and sweet" he mumbles walking out of the door and slamming it closed.
"Chris.." Christian whispers as he hears Chris close the door quietly behind him.
"Yeah it's me, I don't want to talk right now ok. I just want to go to sleep" Chris replies slipping his coat off wet clothes off onto the floor and climbing into his own bed. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you" Chris sobs biting down on his bottom lip trying to stop himself crying. He knew Christian had probably heard his voice and the way he sounded.
"Chris..It's ok for guys to cry about something like this too you know" Christian says "I'm sorry too" he replies before turning away from Chris. Chris couldn't stop the drops from trickling down his cheeks then, he felt like such an idiot crying over this but once he'd started feeling like this he couldn't block his tears. He knew Christian hadn't gone back to sleep but was laying awake listening while Chris cried his heart out but he didn't care, Christian was his friend and wouldn't mention it to anyone.
They sat in her room on the bed, speaking very little words to each other. Chris couldn't help but feel awkward in the silence that was in the room, he couldn't understand why he was feeling like this around the one person he loved. He looks around the room, the only light coming from the TV that had been set onto mute. Chris smiles at the cheesy horror movie that was showing on the screen and then looks back at Stephanie who is sitting cross legged on the bed staring at the bed avoiding eye contact with him. Fed up of the silence between them Chris decides to speak first..
"So why did you dump me?" He asks
"I didn't dump you" She replies
"I think you'll find you did" He returns
"I wouldn't call it dumping" She mutters
"What would you call it?" He chuckles
"You hate me don't you?" She questions
"Of course I don't hate you" He insists
"Do you love me?" She chokes
"More than anything" He replies
"So.." She sighs
"Yeah..so.." He croaks
"I love you too..but" She mumbles
"But.." He echoes
"I can't do this" She leaves then, closing the door behind her. Walking out of her own hotel room wanting to get away from him. Chris's head was spinning, she'd given him such mixed signals. The e-mails wanting to meet him, the inviting him back to her room so they could talk, telling him she loved him but then just walking out. Maybe if he waited for her she'd come back, maybe she'd gone and found another hotel room to spend the night in or maybe she'd come back once he'd gone. A million thoughts ran through his head, one was determined to push it's self to the front and scream at him. She'd gone to him, she had gone to his hotel room. The thought was burning into his head making his whole head pound, he felt like his head was being torn open and the thoughts of her going back to him forced into his mind. "I gotta get out of here" Chris mutters grabbing his soaking jacket from the radiator where Steph had put it just a short while earlier. He shrugs it onto his shoulder feeling the instant damp warmth that it had on his bare arms. He walks over to the desk and picks up a pen and grabs the hotel's complimentary note pad and thinks of a note for Steph for if she did come back, he looks around and sees her bags so she'd have to come back at some point. "God Chris, just write something down" he mutters to himself pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. He puts the pen onto the paper and jots down a quick note and chucks it on the bed. "Short and sweet" he mumbles walking out of the door and slamming it closed.
"Chris.." Christian whispers as he hears Chris close the door quietly behind him.
"Yeah it's me, I don't want to talk right now ok. I just want to go to sleep" Chris replies slipping his coat off wet clothes off onto the floor and climbing into his own bed. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you" Chris sobs biting down on his bottom lip trying to stop himself crying. He knew Christian had probably heard his voice and the way he sounded.
"Chris..It's ok for guys to cry about something like this too you know" Christian says "I'm sorry too" he replies before turning away from Chris. Chris couldn't stop the drops from trickling down his cheeks then, he felt like such an idiot crying over this but once he'd started feeling like this he couldn't block his tears. He knew Christian hadn't gone back to sleep but was laying awake listening while Chris cried his heart out but he didn't care, Christian was his friend and wouldn't mention it to anyone.