Luckiness, Family Portraits, and Stuff
*** This is a little insight to Chris's family, but not much. The Eyeball issue is resolved, so he probably won't be appearing again. Hope you like the chapter, R/R please....and thanks GoddessOfSilentTears for reviewing!***
I woke up before Chris did. I rubbed my eyes sleepily, and stretched. I laid on my side, and stared at Chris. He looked peaceful, almost like he was smiling. The morning sun made him seem to glow, giving his tan a bronzy color.
I ran my eyes over his body, from his feet all the way up his face, and back down again. He was on his back, with a sheet tangled around his legs. It ended at his waist though, leaving his entire upper body exposed. I had to resist the urge to run my hands all over him.
I don't know how long I had been staring at him, but I finally had to look away. It was like staring at the sun.
I rummaged for my shirt and tugged it over my body. I redid my hair into a messy bun, and sat down on a crate. Maybe if I stare from further away, I wouldn't get the urge to do some sort of ungodly thing to him so badly. It didn't work.
I didn't want to wake him yet, so I lit a cigarette and tried to think about something else. I wonder what time it is? It's gonna be nice out today, maybe we can go for a walk or something. Wonder what happened to the boys last night. That made me think about Eyeball and Ace and what they did for me last night. I should probably thank them or something, but I don't want to make Chris mad.
A small sigh from Chris interrupted my train of thoughts. I got up and sat down next to him. His eyes fluttered opened, and he stretched, involuntarily flexing the muscles in his stomach. It took him a moment to realize where he was, and who he was with.
He sat up, looked around and smiled at me.
"Good Morning sunshine," I laughed.
"Hey. Why didn't you wake me up," he asked? "You must be starving."
"You looked too happy sleeping," I explained, going over and kissing him deeply on the lips. He put his hands on my waist, and pulled me down on top of him. We laughed as I laid on top of him, resting my head on his chest.
"How long have you been up," he asked rubbing the small of my back lightly.
"Not long," I told him.
"You should have woke me up, instead of just sitting there watching me sleep."
"You looked too happy," I told him again. "And besides. I like watching you sleep," I added.
"Why," he asked?
"I don't know," I said blushing a little, but I looked him in the eyes anyway. "Your cute when you sleep," I told him.
"Well, your cute all the time. Even when you're not sleeping," he said, kissing the tip of my nose.
I giggled and got off of him. "Let's go get something to eat," I suggested.
"Okay," he agreed. "Let me find my shirt," he said scanning the floor.
"Oh you mean this shirt," I asked, holding it in my hand?
"That would be the one," he said, grabbing for it. I moved the shirt out of his reach.
"Nope. What do I get for it," I teased.
"Hmmm.....," he said, pretending to think really hard. "How about this," he asked, before he kissed me gently on the lips, he deepened the kiss and as he did he snatched his shirt from my hand.
He quickly pulled it over his head, and stuck his tongue out at me.
"That wasn't very nice Chris," I told him, pretending to be mad.
"I'll make it up to you later," he vowed.
"Okay," I laughed. "Come on, I'm hungry."
We climbed down from the tree house and started walking.
"Are we going to your house first," I asked?
"Yeah. I'm gonna take a shower and change. It'll only take a few minutes," he assured me.
"What about Eyeball," I asked hesitantly?
His eyes darkened at the mention of his brother's name. "He won't be home, and you can wait in my room. He never goes in there," he answered some-what shortly.
"Okay," I replied simply, grabbing his hand. We walked the rest of the way in silence.
His house was pretty run down, with chipped paint, but it could have been worse. He opened the screen door and led me to his room. No one seemed to be home, and that was fine with me. To my surprise there were a lot of pictures hanging on the walls. None of them seemed recent, but they were there none the less.
One in particularly caught my attention. It was a family portrait of Chris, Eyeball, another boy I didn't recognize, an infant girl, his mother and father. Chris was about 4 and Eyeball 7. They looked like a fairly normal family. His mother looked pleasant and his father looked handsome and well put together. Nothing like the man I met that night, I confronted Eyeball.
I wonder what happened to make their family change so much. It's weird how one event can change a person, and how that person can effect the entire family. I was curious, but I didn't want to ask Chris about it.
I suppose Chris didn't always consider himself one of those low life Chambers kids. He must have been happy at some point. It seemed strange to think that there was a time that Eyeball was young, innocent, not a Cobra. He wasn't born like that.
I gave Chris a lot of credit for growing up in home void of love and attention. He turned out pretty great if you asked me. He was caring, sweet, and not to mention gorgeous. Yup. I was definitely lucky.
"Come on," Chris said, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs. His room was next to Eyeball's.
"It's kinda of messy," he warned before he opened the door.
"So what. So is mine," I reminded him.
"This is true," he teased.
He opened the door and it really wasn't all that messy. A few clothes here and there. His bed was unmade, but it wasn't bad. It was a fairly simple room, with a small desk, bed, and dresser.
"Sit down," he said motioning towards the bed.
"Is this all part of some master to plan to get me in your bed," I asked suspiciously?
"Damn," he said dramatically. "Foiled again."
I laughed and sat on his bed, which was very comfortable.
"I'll only be a few minutes," he said. "Try not to fall asleep," he teased, kissing me on the forehead.
"Okay." He left the room and shut the door tightly behind him. I looked around for something to do for a few minutes. There wasn't anything that I could notice, so I just sat on the bed, and waited impatiently for Chris to return.
I heard a car pull up and the front door open and close. "Shit," I mumbled to myself. I hope that's not Eyeball.
"Chris," I heard a voice yell. It was Eyeball. Damn, can't anything ever go right I thought.
"Chris," he yelled again, running up the stairs. I hope he doesn't come in here I thought.
"Chris, are you deaf," he asked as he opened the door?
It took him a second to realize it wasn't Chris.
"Oh....hi Gloria......umm...sorry...uhhh....is Chris here," he asked looking around nervously?
"He's in the shower," I said awkwardly.
"Oh. Okay." He turned to leave, but I stopped him.
"Wait."
"Yeah," he asked nervously.
"Well," I began, "I never really got the chance to thank you. For last night I mean. And I just wanted to say thanks. So.....thanks."
"Your welcome," he said, relieved. "Don't mention it." He turned to leave, but he turned around last second. He walked over to me, and looked me in the eyes. "I'm sorry about what happened. With Andrea I mean. I didn't mean for it to happen, but it did. I wish I could take it back. I know I blew any chance I had with you, but I want us to be friends," he stammered.
"I don't know Eyeball," I said. "I don't hate you, but I don't really think we can be friends. I like Chris, and I don't want to fuck things up with him," I explained. I really did feel bad, but I knew Chris would never go for me being friends with Eyeball. And Chris meant a lot to me, so I wanted to respect his wishes.
"I understand," he said sullenly. "God, I'm such a moron."
"No argument here," I teased.
He smiled, and moved closer to me. "You really are a great person. I wish I hadn't fucked things up so badly."
"It's over Eyeball. Just move on. I'm really not that great," I said simply.
"Yeah you are," he whispered moving closer still. He was almost touching me.
"Eyeball, what ever you're thinking stop. It's not gonna happen. I'm sure deep down you're a great guy, but we're not gonna be together. Ever," I explained.
I fucked up once, and hell if I was gonna do it again. All I need is for Chris to walk in on his brother kissing me in his own room.
"You're right," he relented. "I'll leave now. I'll see ya around though," he said, almost hopefully.
"Yeah. I suppose you will."
He turned to leave again, and just before he shut the door he said, "Chris is a real lucky guy."
I smiled to myself, thinking it was weird he would say that, because five minutes ago I was thinking I was the lucky one. Maybe we were both lucky. To have found each other I mean.
*** This is a little insight to Chris's family, but not much. The Eyeball issue is resolved, so he probably won't be appearing again. Hope you like the chapter, R/R please....and thanks GoddessOfSilentTears for reviewing!***
I woke up before Chris did. I rubbed my eyes sleepily, and stretched. I laid on my side, and stared at Chris. He looked peaceful, almost like he was smiling. The morning sun made him seem to glow, giving his tan a bronzy color.
I ran my eyes over his body, from his feet all the way up his face, and back down again. He was on his back, with a sheet tangled around his legs. It ended at his waist though, leaving his entire upper body exposed. I had to resist the urge to run my hands all over him.
I don't know how long I had been staring at him, but I finally had to look away. It was like staring at the sun.
I rummaged for my shirt and tugged it over my body. I redid my hair into a messy bun, and sat down on a crate. Maybe if I stare from further away, I wouldn't get the urge to do some sort of ungodly thing to him so badly. It didn't work.
I didn't want to wake him yet, so I lit a cigarette and tried to think about something else. I wonder what time it is? It's gonna be nice out today, maybe we can go for a walk or something. Wonder what happened to the boys last night. That made me think about Eyeball and Ace and what they did for me last night. I should probably thank them or something, but I don't want to make Chris mad.
A small sigh from Chris interrupted my train of thoughts. I got up and sat down next to him. His eyes fluttered opened, and he stretched, involuntarily flexing the muscles in his stomach. It took him a moment to realize where he was, and who he was with.
He sat up, looked around and smiled at me.
"Good Morning sunshine," I laughed.
"Hey. Why didn't you wake me up," he asked? "You must be starving."
"You looked too happy sleeping," I explained, going over and kissing him deeply on the lips. He put his hands on my waist, and pulled me down on top of him. We laughed as I laid on top of him, resting my head on his chest.
"How long have you been up," he asked rubbing the small of my back lightly.
"Not long," I told him.
"You should have woke me up, instead of just sitting there watching me sleep."
"You looked too happy," I told him again. "And besides. I like watching you sleep," I added.
"Why," he asked?
"I don't know," I said blushing a little, but I looked him in the eyes anyway. "Your cute when you sleep," I told him.
"Well, your cute all the time. Even when you're not sleeping," he said, kissing the tip of my nose.
I giggled and got off of him. "Let's go get something to eat," I suggested.
"Okay," he agreed. "Let me find my shirt," he said scanning the floor.
"Oh you mean this shirt," I asked, holding it in my hand?
"That would be the one," he said, grabbing for it. I moved the shirt out of his reach.
"Nope. What do I get for it," I teased.
"Hmmm.....," he said, pretending to think really hard. "How about this," he asked, before he kissed me gently on the lips, he deepened the kiss and as he did he snatched his shirt from my hand.
He quickly pulled it over his head, and stuck his tongue out at me.
"That wasn't very nice Chris," I told him, pretending to be mad.
"I'll make it up to you later," he vowed.
"Okay," I laughed. "Come on, I'm hungry."
We climbed down from the tree house and started walking.
"Are we going to your house first," I asked?
"Yeah. I'm gonna take a shower and change. It'll only take a few minutes," he assured me.
"What about Eyeball," I asked hesitantly?
His eyes darkened at the mention of his brother's name. "He won't be home, and you can wait in my room. He never goes in there," he answered some-what shortly.
"Okay," I replied simply, grabbing his hand. We walked the rest of the way in silence.
His house was pretty run down, with chipped paint, but it could have been worse. He opened the screen door and led me to his room. No one seemed to be home, and that was fine with me. To my surprise there were a lot of pictures hanging on the walls. None of them seemed recent, but they were there none the less.
One in particularly caught my attention. It was a family portrait of Chris, Eyeball, another boy I didn't recognize, an infant girl, his mother and father. Chris was about 4 and Eyeball 7. They looked like a fairly normal family. His mother looked pleasant and his father looked handsome and well put together. Nothing like the man I met that night, I confronted Eyeball.
I wonder what happened to make their family change so much. It's weird how one event can change a person, and how that person can effect the entire family. I was curious, but I didn't want to ask Chris about it.
I suppose Chris didn't always consider himself one of those low life Chambers kids. He must have been happy at some point. It seemed strange to think that there was a time that Eyeball was young, innocent, not a Cobra. He wasn't born like that.
I gave Chris a lot of credit for growing up in home void of love and attention. He turned out pretty great if you asked me. He was caring, sweet, and not to mention gorgeous. Yup. I was definitely lucky.
"Come on," Chris said, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs. His room was next to Eyeball's.
"It's kinda of messy," he warned before he opened the door.
"So what. So is mine," I reminded him.
"This is true," he teased.
He opened the door and it really wasn't all that messy. A few clothes here and there. His bed was unmade, but it wasn't bad. It was a fairly simple room, with a small desk, bed, and dresser.
"Sit down," he said motioning towards the bed.
"Is this all part of some master to plan to get me in your bed," I asked suspiciously?
"Damn," he said dramatically. "Foiled again."
I laughed and sat on his bed, which was very comfortable.
"I'll only be a few minutes," he said. "Try not to fall asleep," he teased, kissing me on the forehead.
"Okay." He left the room and shut the door tightly behind him. I looked around for something to do for a few minutes. There wasn't anything that I could notice, so I just sat on the bed, and waited impatiently for Chris to return.
I heard a car pull up and the front door open and close. "Shit," I mumbled to myself. I hope that's not Eyeball.
"Chris," I heard a voice yell. It was Eyeball. Damn, can't anything ever go right I thought.
"Chris," he yelled again, running up the stairs. I hope he doesn't come in here I thought.
"Chris, are you deaf," he asked as he opened the door?
It took him a second to realize it wasn't Chris.
"Oh....hi Gloria......umm...sorry...uhhh....is Chris here," he asked looking around nervously?
"He's in the shower," I said awkwardly.
"Oh. Okay." He turned to leave, but I stopped him.
"Wait."
"Yeah," he asked nervously.
"Well," I began, "I never really got the chance to thank you. For last night I mean. And I just wanted to say thanks. So.....thanks."
"Your welcome," he said, relieved. "Don't mention it." He turned to leave, but he turned around last second. He walked over to me, and looked me in the eyes. "I'm sorry about what happened. With Andrea I mean. I didn't mean for it to happen, but it did. I wish I could take it back. I know I blew any chance I had with you, but I want us to be friends," he stammered.
"I don't know Eyeball," I said. "I don't hate you, but I don't really think we can be friends. I like Chris, and I don't want to fuck things up with him," I explained. I really did feel bad, but I knew Chris would never go for me being friends with Eyeball. And Chris meant a lot to me, so I wanted to respect his wishes.
"I understand," he said sullenly. "God, I'm such a moron."
"No argument here," I teased.
He smiled, and moved closer to me. "You really are a great person. I wish I hadn't fucked things up so badly."
"It's over Eyeball. Just move on. I'm really not that great," I said simply.
"Yeah you are," he whispered moving closer still. He was almost touching me.
"Eyeball, what ever you're thinking stop. It's not gonna happen. I'm sure deep down you're a great guy, but we're not gonna be together. Ever," I explained.
I fucked up once, and hell if I was gonna do it again. All I need is for Chris to walk in on his brother kissing me in his own room.
"You're right," he relented. "I'll leave now. I'll see ya around though," he said, almost hopefully.
"Yeah. I suppose you will."
He turned to leave again, and just before he shut the door he said, "Chris is a real lucky guy."
I smiled to myself, thinking it was weird he would say that, because five minutes ago I was thinking I was the lucky one. Maybe we were both lucky. To have found each other I mean.