He kissed me. It wasn't the platonic kiss I was expecting, no, Chris
Chambers looked me deep in the eyes and pulled me close, pressing his lips
hard to mine. He pulled me close, his arms wrapped around my waist, and at
first I didn't know what do. I was too shocked that this was happening. I
immediately began to cry, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling
him closer to me. I was shaking, and I was falling, I already fell, I was
gone. I wanted to hold him forever, all my pain, all the pain from that day
at the library, all my anger, all the times Chris punched me lightly on the
arm like one of the guys, all those times Chris had come to me and cried
about his latest break up, all of these things flashed before me and I was
blinded by the love that had surfaced again. I couldn't let him go, I
wouldn't let him go, I needed him, I need him to breathe, to live, and I
needed him for everything.
Why was he kissing me? I felt him start to tremble and I became worried, but he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. I had never felt so disconnected from the world than at that moment. I needed him to kiss me, he held me tight and I didn't want to let him go. He ran his hands threw my hair and I gently touched the sides of his face. It was my second kiss and the kind of kiss one dreams of. The kind of kiss that you see in movies and wish you could kiss like that, but this, it was perfect. It was the kind of kiss in the movies where the music started playing and everyone is crying, the kind of kiss where it starts raining, the kind of kiss that takes your breath away.
We finally broke apart and I realized I still had tears falling down my face, though I wasn't sure why, and Chris grinned shyly at me. Suddenly, he looked so innocent and I was afraid—Chris was always the one who longed for his innocence back. And now he was standing before me looking as beautiful as ever. I looked up into his eyes and he looked into my eyes, and I couldn't help but feel like I was the luckiest girl in the world.
I finally found my voice, but when I was about to speak Chris started first.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry for being a dick to you."
I shrugged. "I'm used to it by now," I teased. I grinned and he touched my cheek gently. I was dreaming, right? "You got to be kidding me."
Chris arched an eyebrow. "What?"
I smirked. "You have the WORST timing EVER Chambers," I said. He smirked and I snickered. "You really need to get that cut cleaned up," I said, not sure of what else to say. Chris rolled his eyes and smirked, though it looked like it caused him some pain. "Come on, we can go to my house."
Chris looked at me and I knew that he was thanking me; I could see it in his eyes. I wasn't sure if he was able to voice his feelings yet, but having him in my arms was worth the world to me.
~ ~ ~
My house was quiet as we entered, and I wondered where the family was. Usually someone was home. As we walked passed the living room, I heard the television turned on and peaked my head in to see Danny and Lucy watching TV with Danny's friend Lauren.
"Where's mom?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. Danny looked back at me, laying his head on the back of the couch.
"She's out," he called. "Dad's at the office again."
I nodded and made my way up to my bedroom, Chris following me. I heard laughter trickle out from downstairs, and I rolled my eyes. Danny, Lucy and Lauren thought the stupidest things on TV were funny. I never watched TV, mainly because I got bored from it easily.
My room was messier than I would have liked when Chris and I entered it, but even after our kiss I didn't mind Chris seeing the way it was. I never bothered to clean up when Chris came over, mainly because he never cared what my room looked like, and I didn't care either. He sat down on my bed and sighed.
"It doesn't hurt that much," Chris said, looking through a book that was thrown on my bed. He looked at me irritated. "You're making this way more than it is."
I glared at him and went to my bathroom, searching the medicine cabinet for rubbing alcohol. "You want it to get infected, huh? Don't be a pussy."
Chris scoffed. "Me? A pussy? Ha."
I laughed and breathed out a breath of relief. I was so thankful that it wasn't all awkward like I thought it would be. I was glad we were comfortable with each other—it made everything so much easier. Less stress, and if there was one thing I hated, it was stress.
"Here," I said, coming back. "Hold still. This might hurt a bit." I dabbed a cloth to the corner of Chris' mouth where the cut was beginning to open again from our kiss. I smirked despite the pain I knew he was in. As the alcohol made contact with the wound, I saw Chris tense up and try not to make it obvious that it hurt. He was good at that, hiding his feelings.
"Does it hurt?" I asked. Chris shook his head, though his face told me something different. I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Chris laughed a bit, though it cost him energy. Energy he was lacking and that wasn't healthy for a seventeen year old boy. I looked at him and sighed.
"It hurts a little," he said, touching it gently.
"Don't touch it!" I snapped, grabbing his hand away. He looked at me and grinned. I blushed a bit, and quickly returned the medicine to the bathroom, hoping my blush would wear off.
~ ~ ~
It felt right to be beside him, it felt right to have him lying next to me, all of this, it felt so right. It felt right to have him gently run his fingers up and down my stomach; it felt right to hear his breathing patterns. It felt so right.
I never imagined I'd have Chris Chambers lying innocently next to me, us just lying there like best friends. I loved him more than he'd ever know, and right now I didn't care if he loved me half as much as he said. All I cared about was that he was okay, that he was safe, that he was secure. I could care less if died right then and there, as long as he was healthy and safe.
Rain splattered my bedroom windows and I looked out at the darkened sky from where I laid on my bed. It had gotten so stormy looking, and the rain poured down so hard. I looked over at Chris, who had his eyes closed and his breathing uneven. He looked so tired, so exhausted, I thought he might be sleeping, but I wasn't sure. I didn't want to wake him if he really was sleeping, I knew he'd never get enough sleep at home, so I figured I'd let him sleep while he could.
We hadn't kissed since on the street earlier that day, and I suddenly found myself wanting to taste his lips. I found myself wanting to know what it felt like to have his body against mine. I guess it was the fact that I'd always wanted him so badly, and now that I'd been given a taste, I wanted the whole thing. It was more than lust; I knew I was in love with him. I'd known I was in love with him long before, long before I even knew what love was.
"Chris?" I whispered gently. It was past seven, I didn't want him to get in trouble if he got home late. I knew his father would not do him justice.
His eyes fluttered open and he looked down at me. He stretched his arms into the air and yawned, then sighed.
"When do you need to be home?" I asked, trying my best to not make it sound like I wanted him to leave. Chris looked at his watch and groaned.
"Shit—my dad's gonna kill me." He ran his hands through his hair and sat up. I looked at him and wanted nothing more than to thank the Heavens' I actually had him with me. It was too unreal for me, yet at the same time it was all that I could want...and more.
I sat up too. "Do you want Danny to drive you home? It's pouring outside." Chris looked outside and groaned again.
"No, it's okay. I really should have been home earlier...shit my dad's gonna kill me!" he sat up and grabbed his shoes from the floor, beginning to tie them. "I'm sorry I fell asleep—I was so tired."
I nodded, understanding. "Do you want to stay here tonight?"
Chris grinned at me. "As tempting as that sounds..." I rolled my eyes. "My dad will kill me worse if I stay. I'll see you tomorrow in school."
He got up and I smiled at him. He leaned down and kissed me and I could have died and been okay with it right then. I watched him leave and flopped back on my pillows, sighing and oddly happy.
I had fallen...hard.
~ ~ ~
[woohoo, they are FiNaLlY together. Yes! Lol. Anyways, the next chapter should be posted no later than the end of next week. I hope you all liked this chapter! It was nice to right for a change, it wasn't filled with all that angsty shit. I hope you still enjoy the story, though it is a little fluffier than usual. *grins* hey, sometimes it's inevitable!!]
Why was he kissing me? I felt him start to tremble and I became worried, but he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. I had never felt so disconnected from the world than at that moment. I needed him to kiss me, he held me tight and I didn't want to let him go. He ran his hands threw my hair and I gently touched the sides of his face. It was my second kiss and the kind of kiss one dreams of. The kind of kiss that you see in movies and wish you could kiss like that, but this, it was perfect. It was the kind of kiss in the movies where the music started playing and everyone is crying, the kind of kiss where it starts raining, the kind of kiss that takes your breath away.
We finally broke apart and I realized I still had tears falling down my face, though I wasn't sure why, and Chris grinned shyly at me. Suddenly, he looked so innocent and I was afraid—Chris was always the one who longed for his innocence back. And now he was standing before me looking as beautiful as ever. I looked up into his eyes and he looked into my eyes, and I couldn't help but feel like I was the luckiest girl in the world.
I finally found my voice, but when I was about to speak Chris started first.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry for being a dick to you."
I shrugged. "I'm used to it by now," I teased. I grinned and he touched my cheek gently. I was dreaming, right? "You got to be kidding me."
Chris arched an eyebrow. "What?"
I smirked. "You have the WORST timing EVER Chambers," I said. He smirked and I snickered. "You really need to get that cut cleaned up," I said, not sure of what else to say. Chris rolled his eyes and smirked, though it looked like it caused him some pain. "Come on, we can go to my house."
Chris looked at me and I knew that he was thanking me; I could see it in his eyes. I wasn't sure if he was able to voice his feelings yet, but having him in my arms was worth the world to me.
~ ~ ~
My house was quiet as we entered, and I wondered where the family was. Usually someone was home. As we walked passed the living room, I heard the television turned on and peaked my head in to see Danny and Lucy watching TV with Danny's friend Lauren.
"Where's mom?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. Danny looked back at me, laying his head on the back of the couch.
"She's out," he called. "Dad's at the office again."
I nodded and made my way up to my bedroom, Chris following me. I heard laughter trickle out from downstairs, and I rolled my eyes. Danny, Lucy and Lauren thought the stupidest things on TV were funny. I never watched TV, mainly because I got bored from it easily.
My room was messier than I would have liked when Chris and I entered it, but even after our kiss I didn't mind Chris seeing the way it was. I never bothered to clean up when Chris came over, mainly because he never cared what my room looked like, and I didn't care either. He sat down on my bed and sighed.
"It doesn't hurt that much," Chris said, looking through a book that was thrown on my bed. He looked at me irritated. "You're making this way more than it is."
I glared at him and went to my bathroom, searching the medicine cabinet for rubbing alcohol. "You want it to get infected, huh? Don't be a pussy."
Chris scoffed. "Me? A pussy? Ha."
I laughed and breathed out a breath of relief. I was so thankful that it wasn't all awkward like I thought it would be. I was glad we were comfortable with each other—it made everything so much easier. Less stress, and if there was one thing I hated, it was stress.
"Here," I said, coming back. "Hold still. This might hurt a bit." I dabbed a cloth to the corner of Chris' mouth where the cut was beginning to open again from our kiss. I smirked despite the pain I knew he was in. As the alcohol made contact with the wound, I saw Chris tense up and try not to make it obvious that it hurt. He was good at that, hiding his feelings.
"Does it hurt?" I asked. Chris shook his head, though his face told me something different. I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Chris laughed a bit, though it cost him energy. Energy he was lacking and that wasn't healthy for a seventeen year old boy. I looked at him and sighed.
"It hurts a little," he said, touching it gently.
"Don't touch it!" I snapped, grabbing his hand away. He looked at me and grinned. I blushed a bit, and quickly returned the medicine to the bathroom, hoping my blush would wear off.
~ ~ ~
It felt right to be beside him, it felt right to have him lying next to me, all of this, it felt so right. It felt right to have him gently run his fingers up and down my stomach; it felt right to hear his breathing patterns. It felt so right.
I never imagined I'd have Chris Chambers lying innocently next to me, us just lying there like best friends. I loved him more than he'd ever know, and right now I didn't care if he loved me half as much as he said. All I cared about was that he was okay, that he was safe, that he was secure. I could care less if died right then and there, as long as he was healthy and safe.
Rain splattered my bedroom windows and I looked out at the darkened sky from where I laid on my bed. It had gotten so stormy looking, and the rain poured down so hard. I looked over at Chris, who had his eyes closed and his breathing uneven. He looked so tired, so exhausted, I thought he might be sleeping, but I wasn't sure. I didn't want to wake him if he really was sleeping, I knew he'd never get enough sleep at home, so I figured I'd let him sleep while he could.
We hadn't kissed since on the street earlier that day, and I suddenly found myself wanting to taste his lips. I found myself wanting to know what it felt like to have his body against mine. I guess it was the fact that I'd always wanted him so badly, and now that I'd been given a taste, I wanted the whole thing. It was more than lust; I knew I was in love with him. I'd known I was in love with him long before, long before I even knew what love was.
"Chris?" I whispered gently. It was past seven, I didn't want him to get in trouble if he got home late. I knew his father would not do him justice.
His eyes fluttered open and he looked down at me. He stretched his arms into the air and yawned, then sighed.
"When do you need to be home?" I asked, trying my best to not make it sound like I wanted him to leave. Chris looked at his watch and groaned.
"Shit—my dad's gonna kill me." He ran his hands through his hair and sat up. I looked at him and wanted nothing more than to thank the Heavens' I actually had him with me. It was too unreal for me, yet at the same time it was all that I could want...and more.
I sat up too. "Do you want Danny to drive you home? It's pouring outside." Chris looked outside and groaned again.
"No, it's okay. I really should have been home earlier...shit my dad's gonna kill me!" he sat up and grabbed his shoes from the floor, beginning to tie them. "I'm sorry I fell asleep—I was so tired."
I nodded, understanding. "Do you want to stay here tonight?"
Chris grinned at me. "As tempting as that sounds..." I rolled my eyes. "My dad will kill me worse if I stay. I'll see you tomorrow in school."
He got up and I smiled at him. He leaned down and kissed me and I could have died and been okay with it right then. I watched him leave and flopped back on my pillows, sighing and oddly happy.
I had fallen...hard.
~ ~ ~
[woohoo, they are FiNaLlY together. Yes! Lol. Anyways, the next chapter should be posted no later than the end of next week. I hope you all liked this chapter! It was nice to right for a change, it wasn't filled with all that angsty shit. I hope you still enjoy the story, though it is a little fluffier than usual. *grins* hey, sometimes it's inevitable!!]