Shower, CD's, and Slow Dancing.
The walk to my house wasn't far, and Chris held my hand the entire way. We would occasionally glance at each other and smile, but we didn't talk much. It wasn't an awkward silence though. It was comfortable, because I didn't feel the need to constantly talk when I was with him. Just being with him was conversation enough.
We walked into my house and went straight into my room. It was pretty dirty. Clothes all over the place, the ashtray was filled, and I had forgotten to turn off my CD player.
"Ummm.....," I said looking around self consciencely. "Sorry it's a little messy," I said. "It's the maid's day off."
"It's alright. Your room is spotless compared to mine," he said laughing.
I walked around picking up clothes and what not, throwing everything into one big pile in the corner. I turned the CD player on and looked at him.
"What song is this," he asked? "I've never heard it before."
"It's called One Headlight," I told him.
"I like it," he said.
"I'm gonna take a shower. Try not to get into too much trouble," I said.
"Wait," he said. I turned around, and he grabbed me and kissed me thoroughly.
"Thanks," I said laughing.
"No problem. Anytime," he said smiling.
I grabbed a towel and some clothes to wear and showered quickly. I got out, dried off, and put on a pair of flannel boxers and a red tank top.
Chris had found my CD collection and was looking at all of them.
"What are these," he asked?
"Those are called CD's," I said. "They play music," I explained, towel drying my hair.
"I've never heard of any of these songs," he said.
"Uhh....they're pretty new," I said.
"Ohh," was all he said.
Sweet Child of Mine by Guns N' Roses came on.
"Oh I love this song," I said.
"What's it called," he asked?
"Sweet Child of Mine."
"Who sings it?"
"A band called Guns N' Roses," I told him, hoping he wouldn't ask too many questions.
He got up and walked up to me.
"Will you dance with me," he asked sweetly, a grin on his face?
"Okay," I said laughing.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put his hands on my waist. I clung to him like my life depended on it.
I sang the lyrics softly into his ear as we swayed gently to the music.
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by.
***I'm not sure if I really like this chapter, but it's okay I guess. I kind of like the song fic ones. Thanks for the Reviews!...R/R Please!***
The walk to my house wasn't far, and Chris held my hand the entire way. We would occasionally glance at each other and smile, but we didn't talk much. It wasn't an awkward silence though. It was comfortable, because I didn't feel the need to constantly talk when I was with him. Just being with him was conversation enough.
We walked into my house and went straight into my room. It was pretty dirty. Clothes all over the place, the ashtray was filled, and I had forgotten to turn off my CD player.
"Ummm.....," I said looking around self consciencely. "Sorry it's a little messy," I said. "It's the maid's day off."
"It's alright. Your room is spotless compared to mine," he said laughing.
I walked around picking up clothes and what not, throwing everything into one big pile in the corner. I turned the CD player on and looked at him.
"What song is this," he asked? "I've never heard it before."
"It's called One Headlight," I told him.
"I like it," he said.
"I'm gonna take a shower. Try not to get into too much trouble," I said.
"Wait," he said. I turned around, and he grabbed me and kissed me thoroughly.
"Thanks," I said laughing.
"No problem. Anytime," he said smiling.
I grabbed a towel and some clothes to wear and showered quickly. I got out, dried off, and put on a pair of flannel boxers and a red tank top.
Chris had found my CD collection and was looking at all of them.
"What are these," he asked?
"Those are called CD's," I said. "They play music," I explained, towel drying my hair.
"I've never heard of any of these songs," he said.
"Uhh....they're pretty new," I said.
"Ohh," was all he said.
Sweet Child of Mine by Guns N' Roses came on.
"Oh I love this song," I said.
"What's it called," he asked?
"Sweet Child of Mine."
"Who sings it?"
"A band called Guns N' Roses," I told him, hoping he wouldn't ask too many questions.
He got up and walked up to me.
"Will you dance with me," he asked sweetly, a grin on his face?
"Okay," I said laughing.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put his hands on my waist. I clung to him like my life depended on it.
I sang the lyrics softly into his ear as we swayed gently to the music.
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by.
***I'm not sure if I really like this chapter, but it's okay I guess. I kind of like the song fic ones. Thanks for the Reviews!...R/R Please!***