If it's one thing I would have never dreamt about in a million years,
it would have been waking up in Chris's arms. And that, my friends, is just
what happened. I gently fluttered my eyes open and yawned, as daylight
flooded into my bedroom. My face was warm and I grinned to myself, not
really sure why I felt so tingly inside and why there was a happy buzz in
my ears. As I began to wake up some more, it all was made clear. Chris had
his arms around my bare waist, holding me. I felt his steady breathing
against my back, and his naked chest against me gave me butterflies. I
grinned to myself, feeling somewhat embarrassed and giddy as I remembered
the previous night's events. Never in a million years would I have guessed
that was what was going to happen.
I looked at my alarm clock and all the happiness drained out of me instantly—school started in less than an hour and I was going to be late! Scratch that, we both were going to be late. I shot up in bed, covering myself with my blankets. I whipped my head around toward my door—I could only pray that my parent's or sibling's wouldn't walk in on me...they usually never did but I couldn't help but feel a little disturbed. I jumped out of my bed, slid on my over-sized T-shirt and ran to the door, locking it and breathing fast. I looked back to Chris, who was sleeping soundly...he looked so angelic. His hair was messier than usual and he looked so innocent.
I quickly ran back over to him and carefully caressed his scratched face. He really needed to wake up or we were going to be in serious trouble...not to mention I had to try and find away to sneak him out without my parent's knowledge.
"Chris?" I said soundly.
Chris's eyes fluttered open and he grinned gently, stretching out his body. He looked into my eyes and gently ran his hand across my cheek. I felt my stomach become infested with butterflies and I couldn't help but grin in return.
"Morning," he said quietly. "Er—what time is it?"
I smirked and stood up. "It's six forty-five. We gotta get a move on or else we'll be late...plus you need to climb out my window or else my parents will kill both you and me."
Chris smirked and sat up. He reached down and searched for his pants. I blushed and looked away—despite having just made love to one another—I couldn't help but look away as his slid his pants on and stood there shirtless. Pretty ironic, huh? Chris laughed when he saw me looking away. I just glared at him and began to make my bed.
"I'm going to take a shower," I said, throwing Chris his wind breaker which had dried overnight. "I'll be out soon...just wait for me here and then we'll leave for school."
Chris nodded. "Whatever you say." He plopped down on my bed. "I'm hungry—can't I go down and get something to eat?"
I rolled my eyes. "Right...and what do you 'spect my parents would say? 'oh Chris here's a seven course meal, no worries that you just strolled out of our daughter's room at seven o'clock in the morning.'" Chris laughed and shrugged.
"Fine, just leave me here to starve..."
I shook my head and grabbed some clothes from my drawer. "You'll live...I'll be back soon."
~*~*~
I quickly exited the bathroom, checking down the hallway to see if anyone was coming. I heard movement downstairs and my dad's car pull out of the driveway. Good, one down...one parental unit to go. Then there was Danny...I could only pray he wouldn't kill Chris if he found him in my room.
I opened my bedroom door slowly and quickly entered the room, shutting and locking it immediately. I turned around and grinned when I saw Chris fast asleep on my bed. He looked so exhausted and innocent and...beautiful. I couldn't help but blush...I felt so unbelievably lucky it was kind of crazy but at the same time so amazing.
"Chris," I called, not bothering to be gentle or low. We really did have to get a move on if we wanted to make it to first period on time...forget homeroom, we'd never make it there. "Come on, we're gonna be late."
He grumbled something and rubbed his eyes. "Can't I just stay here?"
I smirked and grabbed my bag from my closet. "Sure, but you'll be marked absent. Come ON, we already missed the bus, we're stuck walking. Hurry—go through my window."
Chris arched an eyebrow as he sat up. "Are you sure we really have to climb down that tree?"
I sighed. "If you don't want to get caught we do...now hurry up! I don't feel like getting a detention for being late."
Chris rolled his eyes and unlatched my window. He slid his lanky body onto a branch of the tree and began climbing down. I bit my lip—I'd never climbed down the tree before, there was never any need to. I unlocked my bedroom door, and then made my way over to the window. I looked down at Chris, who had his hands in his pockets and was leaning against the trunk of the old tree.
"Uhh—be right down," I called. I threw my bag down and he caught it. I sighed...I'd have to do this sooner or later. I carefully stuck my foot on the branch. My heart began to speed up. I gently climbed down the tree, my eyes tightly closed the whole time. I was only one more foot away from the ground when I missed a branch and went tumbling down to the lawn.
"Oof," I grumbled, rubbing my shoulder.
Chris laughed and helped me up, handing me my bag. "Don't do that too often, eh?"
I glared at him and slung my bag over my shoulder. The bright sun warmed me and the blue sky made everything seem okay. I grinned...despite the load of shit that was going on throughout my fucked up life, I could always seek refuge in the sunlight.
"What are you doing?"
I smirked and looked over to Chris who was watching me with an amused expression on his face.
"What does it look like I'm doing, asshole?" I said, blinking a few times and squinting when the sun became so strong I had to look away and I saw stars. "I'm enjoying the fresh air.
"You're a retard," Chris commented, laughter bubbling out of him. He sighed. "Man, I'm so tired."
I blushed and looked away as we turned the street. Of course he was tired...he only slept, what, maybe two hours? I giggled and then slapped myself on the forehead...what was becoming of me? I. Did. Not. Giggle.
"Man, we are going to be so late," I said as we walked up the steps to our High School. There were a few last minute wanderers around, getting a smoke before first period.
Chris arched an eyebrow as we entered the old school and made our way to my locker. "You need to just relax. Who cares if we're late?"
I grumbled. "That's easy for you to say...you have Chem first period! I have American Studies...shudders!"
Chris snickered as I opened my locker and dumped my bag into it. He leaned against the locker next to mine and sighed. I looked up at him and frowned. His lip was really swelling and his eye was becoming darker and darker by the second. My hand automatically traced his cut lip. He looked down at me, first surprised and startled, then relaxed and relieved. I just kept looking at him, wanting to take in all I could before I had to go to my class. Chris leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips...and that little kiss kept me breathless throughout the whole day.
~*~*~
"What the hell are you so happy about?"
I glared at Gordie as I sat across from him at the library. Once again, I had found him in the cozy place after second period. He raised his eyebrows suspiciously and began to scribble his English homework on a sheet of loose-leaf.
"I'm not happy."
Gordie rolled his eyes and didn't look up. "Bull shit. You're all blush-y and you're like freaking glowing."
I frowned and pulled out my history book. "I—er—it's nothing. Nothing at all."
Gordie stopped writing and looked me dead in the face. "Oh. My. God. You and Chambers did 'it' didn't you?!"
I looked up at him dead in the face also. "Oh. My. God. You just sounded like a total fag."
Gordie glared at me, and then stopped writing. "You did have sex, didn't you?"
I immediately blushed and I couldn't help it—I was so not used to these kinds of things. I couldn't look him in the eyes...
"Err..." I started, and I buried my face in my hands. I couldn't face Gordie! It was too much. Gordie, however, found this quite amusing and began to chuckle.
"HA! You did...oh man you are so red. Hehe..." I could have slapped Gordie if I had wanted to, but I decided to keep my hands to myself. It felt weird to be talking to him about this kind of thing—usually girls talked about this. Figures, with me I'd be discussing my sex life with Gordie LaChance. Too ironic. Wait—I didn't have a sex life! What was I saying—oh God there goes the blushing again...ohh make it stop, make it stop!
"SHHH!" I hissed at Gordie. "Stop—I really don't feel like talking about this...it's so embarrassing!"
Gordie held up his hands and shook his head. "Trust me, you think I want to? Okay—let's...erm...move on. Hey, the dance is tonight!"
My stomach dropped. I had completely forgotten. Wonderful...just what I needed. Man, I really did not feel like going to some dance...for one, I don't dance, and for a second that meant getting dressed up and I didn't do that either. I frowned.
"I totally forgot," I muttered. "Ugh...do I have to go?"
Gordie shrugged. "No, you don't have to go. No one's making you."
I arched an eyebrow. Hm. "That's true...heh. I'll just...not go."
"Bbbuuuttt," Gordie drawled. "Chris goes to all the dances, so I'm sure he'll drag you to this one."
I groaned and looked away. Of course Chris loved dances...he was just like that. A chance to show off his appeal and make every girl swoon over him in a twenty foot radius. And me...ha, I'll be his lag dog following him around like a lost puppy. Wonderful.
"I really don't want to go," I said after a short pause. "Like, I mean REALLY don't want to go. Like it's a burning passion to NOT go—"
Gordie smirked. "OKAY! I get it...you don't want to go. Just tell Chris that...er...I'm sure he'll understand."
I frowned. "Right...sure."
~*~*~
"Err Chris, I don't want to go to the dance."
Chris looked at me with amused eyes as he took a sip from his pop. The lunchroom was oddly empty that day—almost every junior who was going to the dance that night decided to skive off the rest of the day for preparations. It was just me, Gordie, Chris, Gordie's date forget her name, and a few other of our friends. I sat across from Chris wringing my hands nervously...Gordie was next to me talking to his date person and was totally absorbed in her. Typical.
"Why not?" Chris asked.
I bit my lip. "Because—because I just don't want to. I don't like dances."
Chris smirked. "Okay, we don't have to go."
I looked up in surprise and I raised my eyebrows. "W-wait, what? You can't just do that! I was ready for a fight...you can't just agree like that! Don't you want to go to this dance? Isn't it important to you?"
Chris laughed. "It's just a dance Lark."
I frowned. "Oh no, it's not just a dance! This is like what you live for, isn't it? Come on, tell me it is!"
Chris shrugged and put his hands on the table. "Lark, it's just a dance."
I sighed. "Then we will go."
Chris shrugged. "Okay then."
I grumbled. "How can you just change your mind like that? It's just a dance, we don't have to go!"
Chris looked at me in amused confusion and laughed. "I don't care if we go or not, whatever you want to do. I just want to be with you tonight, k?"
I blushed and couldn't help but smile. "Okay," I said happily. Awww, Chris was so cute. Sigh. "We can go. I mean, it's high school right? These are the best times of our lives, right?"
Chris laughed. "Whatever you say."
~*~*~
[yays, I updated. Woohoo, and it feels GREAT!! Thanks to all me reviewers!! I love you guys!! You keep me writing. Sigh. Review, and I hope you enjoyed that chappie!! Love and Strawberries, The Good Girl.]
I looked at my alarm clock and all the happiness drained out of me instantly—school started in less than an hour and I was going to be late! Scratch that, we both were going to be late. I shot up in bed, covering myself with my blankets. I whipped my head around toward my door—I could only pray that my parent's or sibling's wouldn't walk in on me...they usually never did but I couldn't help but feel a little disturbed. I jumped out of my bed, slid on my over-sized T-shirt and ran to the door, locking it and breathing fast. I looked back to Chris, who was sleeping soundly...he looked so angelic. His hair was messier than usual and he looked so innocent.
I quickly ran back over to him and carefully caressed his scratched face. He really needed to wake up or we were going to be in serious trouble...not to mention I had to try and find away to sneak him out without my parent's knowledge.
"Chris?" I said soundly.
Chris's eyes fluttered open and he grinned gently, stretching out his body. He looked into my eyes and gently ran his hand across my cheek. I felt my stomach become infested with butterflies and I couldn't help but grin in return.
"Morning," he said quietly. "Er—what time is it?"
I smirked and stood up. "It's six forty-five. We gotta get a move on or else we'll be late...plus you need to climb out my window or else my parents will kill both you and me."
Chris smirked and sat up. He reached down and searched for his pants. I blushed and looked away—despite having just made love to one another—I couldn't help but look away as his slid his pants on and stood there shirtless. Pretty ironic, huh? Chris laughed when he saw me looking away. I just glared at him and began to make my bed.
"I'm going to take a shower," I said, throwing Chris his wind breaker which had dried overnight. "I'll be out soon...just wait for me here and then we'll leave for school."
Chris nodded. "Whatever you say." He plopped down on my bed. "I'm hungry—can't I go down and get something to eat?"
I rolled my eyes. "Right...and what do you 'spect my parents would say? 'oh Chris here's a seven course meal, no worries that you just strolled out of our daughter's room at seven o'clock in the morning.'" Chris laughed and shrugged.
"Fine, just leave me here to starve..."
I shook my head and grabbed some clothes from my drawer. "You'll live...I'll be back soon."
~*~*~
I quickly exited the bathroom, checking down the hallway to see if anyone was coming. I heard movement downstairs and my dad's car pull out of the driveway. Good, one down...one parental unit to go. Then there was Danny...I could only pray he wouldn't kill Chris if he found him in my room.
I opened my bedroom door slowly and quickly entered the room, shutting and locking it immediately. I turned around and grinned when I saw Chris fast asleep on my bed. He looked so exhausted and innocent and...beautiful. I couldn't help but blush...I felt so unbelievably lucky it was kind of crazy but at the same time so amazing.
"Chris," I called, not bothering to be gentle or low. We really did have to get a move on if we wanted to make it to first period on time...forget homeroom, we'd never make it there. "Come on, we're gonna be late."
He grumbled something and rubbed his eyes. "Can't I just stay here?"
I smirked and grabbed my bag from my closet. "Sure, but you'll be marked absent. Come ON, we already missed the bus, we're stuck walking. Hurry—go through my window."
Chris arched an eyebrow as he sat up. "Are you sure we really have to climb down that tree?"
I sighed. "If you don't want to get caught we do...now hurry up! I don't feel like getting a detention for being late."
Chris rolled his eyes and unlatched my window. He slid his lanky body onto a branch of the tree and began climbing down. I bit my lip—I'd never climbed down the tree before, there was never any need to. I unlocked my bedroom door, and then made my way over to the window. I looked down at Chris, who had his hands in his pockets and was leaning against the trunk of the old tree.
"Uhh—be right down," I called. I threw my bag down and he caught it. I sighed...I'd have to do this sooner or later. I carefully stuck my foot on the branch. My heart began to speed up. I gently climbed down the tree, my eyes tightly closed the whole time. I was only one more foot away from the ground when I missed a branch and went tumbling down to the lawn.
"Oof," I grumbled, rubbing my shoulder.
Chris laughed and helped me up, handing me my bag. "Don't do that too often, eh?"
I glared at him and slung my bag over my shoulder. The bright sun warmed me and the blue sky made everything seem okay. I grinned...despite the load of shit that was going on throughout my fucked up life, I could always seek refuge in the sunlight.
"What are you doing?"
I smirked and looked over to Chris who was watching me with an amused expression on his face.
"What does it look like I'm doing, asshole?" I said, blinking a few times and squinting when the sun became so strong I had to look away and I saw stars. "I'm enjoying the fresh air.
"You're a retard," Chris commented, laughter bubbling out of him. He sighed. "Man, I'm so tired."
I blushed and looked away as we turned the street. Of course he was tired...he only slept, what, maybe two hours? I giggled and then slapped myself on the forehead...what was becoming of me? I. Did. Not. Giggle.
"Man, we are going to be so late," I said as we walked up the steps to our High School. There were a few last minute wanderers around, getting a smoke before first period.
Chris arched an eyebrow as we entered the old school and made our way to my locker. "You need to just relax. Who cares if we're late?"
I grumbled. "That's easy for you to say...you have Chem first period! I have American Studies...shudders!"
Chris snickered as I opened my locker and dumped my bag into it. He leaned against the locker next to mine and sighed. I looked up at him and frowned. His lip was really swelling and his eye was becoming darker and darker by the second. My hand automatically traced his cut lip. He looked down at me, first surprised and startled, then relaxed and relieved. I just kept looking at him, wanting to take in all I could before I had to go to my class. Chris leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips...and that little kiss kept me breathless throughout the whole day.
~*~*~
"What the hell are you so happy about?"
I glared at Gordie as I sat across from him at the library. Once again, I had found him in the cozy place after second period. He raised his eyebrows suspiciously and began to scribble his English homework on a sheet of loose-leaf.
"I'm not happy."
Gordie rolled his eyes and didn't look up. "Bull shit. You're all blush-y and you're like freaking glowing."
I frowned and pulled out my history book. "I—er—it's nothing. Nothing at all."
Gordie stopped writing and looked me dead in the face. "Oh. My. God. You and Chambers did 'it' didn't you?!"
I looked up at him dead in the face also. "Oh. My. God. You just sounded like a total fag."
Gordie glared at me, and then stopped writing. "You did have sex, didn't you?"
I immediately blushed and I couldn't help it—I was so not used to these kinds of things. I couldn't look him in the eyes...
"Err..." I started, and I buried my face in my hands. I couldn't face Gordie! It was too much. Gordie, however, found this quite amusing and began to chuckle.
"HA! You did...oh man you are so red. Hehe..." I could have slapped Gordie if I had wanted to, but I decided to keep my hands to myself. It felt weird to be talking to him about this kind of thing—usually girls talked about this. Figures, with me I'd be discussing my sex life with Gordie LaChance. Too ironic. Wait—I didn't have a sex life! What was I saying—oh God there goes the blushing again...ohh make it stop, make it stop!
"SHHH!" I hissed at Gordie. "Stop—I really don't feel like talking about this...it's so embarrassing!"
Gordie held up his hands and shook his head. "Trust me, you think I want to? Okay—let's...erm...move on. Hey, the dance is tonight!"
My stomach dropped. I had completely forgotten. Wonderful...just what I needed. Man, I really did not feel like going to some dance...for one, I don't dance, and for a second that meant getting dressed up and I didn't do that either. I frowned.
"I totally forgot," I muttered. "Ugh...do I have to go?"
Gordie shrugged. "No, you don't have to go. No one's making you."
I arched an eyebrow. Hm. "That's true...heh. I'll just...not go."
"Bbbuuuttt," Gordie drawled. "Chris goes to all the dances, so I'm sure he'll drag you to this one."
I groaned and looked away. Of course Chris loved dances...he was just like that. A chance to show off his appeal and make every girl swoon over him in a twenty foot radius. And me...ha, I'll be his lag dog following him around like a lost puppy. Wonderful.
"I really don't want to go," I said after a short pause. "Like, I mean REALLY don't want to go. Like it's a burning passion to NOT go—"
Gordie smirked. "OKAY! I get it...you don't want to go. Just tell Chris that...er...I'm sure he'll understand."
I frowned. "Right...sure."
~*~*~
"Err Chris, I don't want to go to the dance."
Chris looked at me with amused eyes as he took a sip from his pop. The lunchroom was oddly empty that day—almost every junior who was going to the dance that night decided to skive off the rest of the day for preparations. It was just me, Gordie, Chris, Gordie's date forget her name, and a few other of our friends. I sat across from Chris wringing my hands nervously...Gordie was next to me talking to his date person and was totally absorbed in her. Typical.
"Why not?" Chris asked.
I bit my lip. "Because—because I just don't want to. I don't like dances."
Chris smirked. "Okay, we don't have to go."
I looked up in surprise and I raised my eyebrows. "W-wait, what? You can't just do that! I was ready for a fight...you can't just agree like that! Don't you want to go to this dance? Isn't it important to you?"
Chris laughed. "It's just a dance Lark."
I frowned. "Oh no, it's not just a dance! This is like what you live for, isn't it? Come on, tell me it is!"
Chris shrugged and put his hands on the table. "Lark, it's just a dance."
I sighed. "Then we will go."
Chris shrugged. "Okay then."
I grumbled. "How can you just change your mind like that? It's just a dance, we don't have to go!"
Chris looked at me in amused confusion and laughed. "I don't care if we go or not, whatever you want to do. I just want to be with you tonight, k?"
I blushed and couldn't help but smile. "Okay," I said happily. Awww, Chris was so cute. Sigh. "We can go. I mean, it's high school right? These are the best times of our lives, right?"
Chris laughed. "Whatever you say."
~*~*~
[yays, I updated. Woohoo, and it feels GREAT!! Thanks to all me reviewers!! I love you guys!! You keep me writing. Sigh. Review, and I hope you enjoyed that chappie!! Love and Strawberries, The Good Girl.]