Hey guys, I finished this chapter and thought "It took me so long to update last time, why not update straight away?" So, here it is.
Michael's Pov
I sat on the bleaches, watching Christine practicing with her soccer team. She was a really good captain, I had to admit, and she seemed to get along with Danika well. She was also really good at soccer, which might be why they kept winning. Plus, they trained harder when they had matches coming up and they had one coming up this week. I watched as she kicked another goal easily, and I couldn't help but smile as she grinned and quickly took the ball as it was thrown back out. She ran across the field, before she kicked it to another girl because she was about to be cornered by Danika. They were currently playing a practice game and the team was split into two – Danika leading one team and Christine leading the other. I had to give it to my girlfriend: Christine wasn't one of those people who thought she was the best at soccer and kept hold of the ball. She trusted her team.
"She's really good." Kate said as she came over to sit beside me, placing her hand against her stomach as she did. She wasn't showing yet, but she'd start showing soon enough.
"Yeah, she's always loved soccer – I'm glad she tried out this year." I said and I saw Kate smile sadly.
"This year's been full of ups and downs, and it hasn't even finished yet. The school years been even worse, and there's still months left of that. So much for a fun junior year before we become seniors." Kate said and I had to agree. "Hell, we haven't even spent time with our friends like we used to these last months. We used to often hang out after school, and we haven't done it once."
I sighed. "We'll go back to spending time together outside of school, I just think that no one knows how to act. No matter what we do, it's gonna' feel weird without Darius there. Ford thinks the same thing." I admitted and she smiled sadly.
"Yeah, I know, but I'm gonna' make plans for us to hang out, all of us, soon." She said, before placing both her hands on her stomach. "I want to have some fun before I start looking like a blimp, and definitely before I become a mother to this baby, even though I technically already am."
"Have you thought of any names yet? I mean I know it's still early, but you have always been organized." I asked and she grinned.
"Hey, being organized is gonna' come in handy in May." She said in defense, but the she smiled. "I do actually have a name if it's a girl though, but you can't tell Christine, okay." She said.
I raised an eyebrow. "Why? Isn't she going to be the godmother?" I asked and she sighed.
"You'll find out in a second once you promise me." She said and I sighed.
"Okay, fine, I promise." I said and she smiled.
"Well, no matter what gender, the babies last name will be Evans because I want it to have its fathers name and not mine, but I have a girl's name. Darius always liked the name Isabelle, so if it's a girl I'm gonna' call her Isabelle Christine Evans. And if it's a boy, I'm gonna' give him the middle name of Michael. I was thinking that I might name the baby after Darius, but I don't know if I could." She explained and I leant over, hugging her tightly. I think that her choice was amazing.
"I think Darius would love that girls name, and that Christine would be honored. I'd be honored too." I said as I pulled away and I saw tears in her eyes.
"To be honest, I think the baby is gonna' be a girl and I really hope it is. Darius once told me that if he ever became a father, he really wanted a little girl first because Faith was such an amazing older sister. Since I fell pregnant, I've been sure it's a girl, but I'll be just as happy if it's a boy." She said and I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, pulling her closer to me because I could see tears in her eyes.
"No matter what gender the baby is, it's gonna' grow up around a loving family because that's what Darius' family is. It's going to have an amazing Mom who will be by its side and love it, the opposite of how her parents were with her. It's gonna' have two amazing grandparents, a caring aunt and fun uncle, and two godparents who will make sure that he or she knows everything about their father." I said and I heard her take in a shaky breath against me.
"And that's never gonna change." I heard Christine say and I saw her standing there, looking up at the two of us.
Kate pulled away from me and looked down at her. "How long have you been listening?" She asked, probably worried that she'd heard what she wanted to be kept secret.
"Just long enough to hear what Michael said. Coach said we could all go home, but I doubted you two heard, so I came over." She said and I got up, helping Kate up too. Kate looked relieved to hear that. "Why do you look so relieved? Was there something you didn't want me to hear?"
I slung my arm over Christine's shoulders. "It's nothing that concerns you, so don't worry." I said, hoping she wouldn't look too much into it.
She just looked up at me. "You know you're not even the slightest bit convincing, right." She said and I rubbed the back of my neck. Yeah, I'd figured as much. "Whatever. I just want to get home: Coach has been working us hard lately, but since were closing in on the championship game, that's not surprising."
"Kate." I heard a voice call out and I looked to see Faith walking towards us.
"Faith, I didn't know you were coming." Kate said and Faith smiled as she reached us.
"Well, I promised Mom and Dad that I'd drop in as often as I can." She said. "I brought my work with me, but I thought today that we could go shopping for the baby. Mom's waiting in the car. My job is interior design after all."
"I'd love that, though we can only buy furniture until I find out the gender." Kate said and Faith shrugged.
"Better to do that now, since you're gonna' have to buy everything else once you do find out the gender." Faith said. "Sorry guys, I'm gonna' steal her away for now."
"It's fine, right now I just want to have a shower and get into some warmer clothes, then go home." Christine said, though we weren't going straight home after this. There was something I had to show Christine first.
"See you guys tomorrow." Kate said with a smile as she walked away and Christine waved, before rubbing the back of her neck.
She sighed, before looked at me. "I better go change and quickly shower. I'll meet you outside of the school." She said and I smiled a little. I was glad that she was getting much more comfortable, being alone in the school.
"Actually, can you meet me at the choir room?" I asked me and I saw the curiosity in her eyes. "I want to show you something." I said.
She looked at me for a moment, before smiling and nodding. "Yeah, of course I can. I'll meet you there after I change." She said, before she kissed my cheek and took off running.
That left me alone and nervous as hell. I mean, I knew that I had nothing to be nervous about, but that didn't mean I wasn't. Guess I better get my guitar and get to the choir room. I was glad that my bag was already in the car.
Christine's Pov
I walked towards the choir room, and I was fiddling with my top the entire time. I had my bag over my shoulder and wasn't sure what was going on. Michael had seemed nervous when he'd asked me to go to the choir room, even though he was trying to hide it, and that made me a little nervous too. I ran a hand through my hair, fixing my headband up, before I came to the choir room and saw Michael standing there with his guitar, members of the band there too.
"Michael, what's going on?" I asked as I walked inside, and he turned to face me, smiling.
"Hey, come sit down." He said and I walked over to one of the chairs, which I sat down on as I placed down my bag. "Now, enjoy. The band guys agreed to help me with this."
I was confused as I watched him, but I figured out pretty quickly that he was about to sing to me while playing his guitar. Question was, why?
(A/N The song is "I can't fight this feeling anymore" and again I picked this song because I heard Finn sing it on Glee and feel in love with the song. I thought it really suited, but I'll explain why I'm bringing it in now a bit later.)
Michael:
I can't fight this feeling any longer
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow
What started out as friendship has grown stronger
I only wish I had the strength to let it show
And even as I wander
I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winter's night
And I'm getting closer
Than I ever thought I might
And I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I've started fighting for
It's time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore
My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you
I've been runnin' round in circles in my mind
And it always seems that I'm following you girl
Cause you take me to the places that alone I'd never find
And ever as I wander
I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winter's night
And I'm getting closer
Than I ever thought I might
And I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I've started fighting for
It's time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars forever
Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I've started fighting for
Even if I have to crawl upon your floor
Come crashing through your door
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore
Ooh-ohh, ooh-ohh
I just sat there, looking at Michael. I knew that I was blushing slightly as I watched him in awe as he looked back at me. The song was one I liked, despite how old it was, and he sung it amazingly. But it was basically a confession song, yet Michael and I were already together, so why was he singing it?
Michael's Pov
I took the strap of my guitar off and looked at Christine. She looked beautiful right now, with flushed cheeks. She was always beautiful, and she always dressed so well and didn't dress inappropriately like some girls. Right now, she was dressed in black jeans, black boots, a white shirt and a black denim jacket, with a black headband in her hair.
I looked at the band members. "Thanks for the help guys." I said and they nodded. I watched as they packed up and left, and once they were gone I walked over to Christine and knelt down in front of her, placing my guitar against the chair beside her. "So, what did you think?" I asked.
"You were amazing. What made you sing that?" She asked me and I rubbed the back of my neck.
"To be honest, it was originally how I was going to confess my feelings, if I ever gathered the courage to. Of course, things went a whole different way." I admitted and a small, slightly disbelieving smile appeared on her lips.
"Really?" Christine asked.
I sighed. "Yeah. Seemed like a good idea, and it was the perfect song." I said, before I sighed and closed my eyes. "It was lame, wasn't it?"
Christine's hands grabbed my cheeks and I opened my eyes to see her smiling. "The opposite, actually." She said, before she leant down and kissed me softly.
We stayed like that for a moment, until Christine pulled away from me. I still wasn't used to the fact that I could kiss her whenever I wanted – okay, not whenever I wanted, but still.
"We should probably head to your place. We have a lot of work to do." I said after a moment of silence and she nodded.
Christine's Pov
I groaned as I sat crossed legged on my bed, reading my homework. Michael was sitting across from me, and I couldn't help but think of the last time we were like this – my neck muscles were hurting me back then too. I knew we could sit at my desk, but I only had one desk chair and we were doing our homework together. It's not like we had to work together to get our homework done, as we were both smart and A grade students – we also had Japanese homework though and I was better at learning languages than he was.
Michael suddenly moved his homework off the bed, and then he grabbed mine and put it on my bedside table. "Lie down already and let me massage your neck and shoulders, we can do homework later." He said and I smiled.
"Thanks." I said and I laid down on my stomach, my head and arms resting on my pillows, and I felt Michael position himself over me, which is when he started to massage my shoulders.
This was a much different position than last time, but it worked just as well. His hands rubbed my shoulders and I felt him work out a knot in my neck, which is what had been causing me the most pain. I relaxed under him, but kept listening out for anyone to come home. Last thing I wanted was for Dad or Mom to walk in on us like this.
"Remember the last time we were in a similar position to this, though I was sitting at the time?" I asked Michael after a couple of minutes and he chuckled above me.
"Yeah, we got into a tickled fight and Parker came in the wrong time. Now if he came in now, he'd probably be right about what's going on." Michael said and I had to laugh at that. He was right about that, because Michael and I certainly weren't just friends anymore.
"I'll have to return the favor one day. You've massaged me twice now." I said and he laughed.
"Hey, you used to massage me every now and again after football matches, though it was admittedly not in this position." Michael said and since my neck was already feeling quite a bit better, because Michael was a miracle worker and that was when he had only been using his hands, I turned around under him and saw him look at me in surprise.
"And what's wrong with this position?" I asked innocently, though I wouldn't call my intentions innocent. I was a teenage girl and I had desires, but I also had parents who I had to be careful around, in fear of them walking in on something I didn't want them to walk in to.
Michael was obviously discombobulated for a moment, but then he seemed to start figuring out what I was getting at. "Nothing, but it'd be seen the wrong way if someone walked in."
"Well, there's no one here to walk in, and it can't be seen as the wrong way if you're actually doing what people think you're doing." I said with a small smile.
"Are you implying what I think you're implying Miss Booth?" He asked with a smile and it was obvious that he already knew what I was implying, but I decided to humor him.
"I don't know, am I?" I replied and he grinned as he leant down and kissed me, and I don't mean lightly. I instantly raised my hand to his hair, pulling him closer to me and deepening the kiss.
His lips were firm but demanding against mine as he slipped a hand under the back of my shirt, before he flipped us around quickly. I was now on top of Michael and his right hand moved up to my hair, while the other stayed on the small of my back and kept my body flush against his. One of my hands was still in his hair, while the other was against his shoulder. I suddenly felt Michael bite my lower lip lightly and I gasped, shocked by the action, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth.
I was shocked for a second, as I had never made out with anyone before and my first kiss was with Michael, but after that second, I relaxed and moved my tongue with his, not bothering to fight for dominance. His hand moved away from my hair and down to my waist, where both his hands started to massage it, causing me to moan into his mouth. I didn't know how good he was compared to other people, but he was talented as far as I was concerned.
After a moment, I pulled myself away from him, needing to take in a breath. I looked down at Michael, my face certainly flushed as I did, and suddenly he flipped us again so I was now under him. The look in his eyes was pretty easy to work it, which made me blush more, but despite his lust, he wasn't moving too fast.
"Is this okay?" He asked and I just nodded, since I wasn't sure that I could talk right now.
He moved his head back down towards mine and I thought he was going to kiss me again, but his lips moved to my neck and he kissed me there. I felt his teeth and lips move down my neck, causing me to squirm a little. He continued moving downwards as I slipped my hands over his back and I felt him move the left side of my shirt off my shoulder, he then kissed the junction between my neck and shoulder. A second later I gasped as I felt him bite the junction, before he sucked on it and continued to suck on it.
"Christine?" Oh crap, that was my father's voice.
Michael quickly got off of me and I got off the bed in a hurry, running my hands through my hair and fixing my shirt up as I opened my door and ran to the stairs. I was really glad that Dad had called out and not just walked into my room, because there was no way I would have heard him coming. I was flustered enough as it was.
"Yeah Dad?" I asked as I reached the bottom of the stairs and he looked at me from where he was standing in the lounge.
"What were you and Michael doing?" Dad asked.
"Studying." I said, though it was obvious that he didn't believe me, but he was smiling.
"Christine, I might be getting old, but I'm not stupid. It's pretty obvious you two were making out." Dad said, and while I knew it wouldn't be easy to explain my flushed face, I wasn't expecting this. Since when was he so blunt, that was normally Mom's thing. I raised my hand to my hair, stuttering as I tried to think of something to say. "Honey, you don't have to come up with an excuse. I know I've been overprotective, but I also remember what it's like to be a teenager. Not a teenage girl, but still."
I sighed. "You're not going to shoot Michael, are you?" I asked and he chuckled, coming over and hugging me.
"Christine, I'd never do that. I may have threatened to, but I won't. All I wanted was to see you with a boy who show's you respect and is kind to you, and Michael's both. Knowing that, I'm not going to be hovering over you every second of evert day." He said and I had to smile. "Still, I don't want to come home and see the two of you making out, so no making out on the coach."
"Promise." I said, before I giggled. "You've changed a lot Dad. Why is that?" I asked and he smiled down at me.
"To be honest, everything that's happened has made me realize that you're not my little girl anymore. You're a teenager who has gotten drunk, and will do so again and who has a boyfriend she loves. All in all, my daughter is amazing." He said and I smiled up at him.
"Thanks Dad, it's about time." I said and he just shook his head. "Anyway, what were you originally going to say?"
"Your mother and I are going to be working late tonight, so I thought I'd drop some money off instead of calling you and leaving you to have to make dinner. So, order or go out for dinner with Michael." Dad said, opening his wallet and handing me money.
"Alright, I can do that." I said and he raised his hand, ruffling my hair.
"Then I'll see you later, whenever Bones and I finish working." Dad said and he headed towards the front door, before stopping. "By the way, I'd find a way to hide that hickey before your mother sees it or you'll never hear the end of it."
He was gone out the door and as his words registered, I headed back up the stairs and back to my room, where Michael was casually sitting. I went straight over to my mirror and saw the hickey in the junction of my neck, which is when I turned around and looked at him.
"So, what'd your dad want?" Michael asked before I could glare at him.
"To give me money so we could either order or go out for dinner." I said, before I went over to him and showed him my neck. "Did you have to give me a hickey in such an obvious place? What am I supposed to say if my mother sees it?"
He grinned at me. "That you had a lot of fun." He suggested and I hit him upside the back of his head, causing him to flinch.
"Have you met my mother?" I demanded, because if I said that to her, I would be in for the most terrifying sex talk in the world. The only reason I hadn't had the sex talk with her already was because one) I hadn't had a boyfriend until Michael and two) a lot had happened lately so it had never come up.
"Yeah, point taken." He said as he rubbed his head, before he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me towards him, his head against my stomach. "I could change the password on your computer to make you think about something else." I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was smiling.
I tangled my fingers into his hair. "Don't even think about it." I warned, though it was half-heartedly. "And from now on, if you're going to give me a hickey, do it someone that's not obvious."
He looked up at me, still keeping me close to him. "Roger that." He said and I smiled, before leaning down and kissing him lightly. "I'm not gonna' get shot by your father, am I?"
I laughed, smiling down at him as I ran my fingers through his hair. "No, he's accepted that we're together, and knows you respect me and are kind to me, so he's not planning to shoot you. Still, he said we're not allowed to make out on the coach, as he doesn't want to see that." I explained and he laughed, before he pulled me onto his lap and held me there.
"Well, I think I can avoid that." He said and I smiled at him.
"Michael, we've been together since the start of May – seven months. I think Dad understands that teenagers have hormones and relationships progress." I said and he smiled up at me.
"It really has been seven months, hasn't it?" He said and I nodded, before resting my head against his. "I love you so much, you know that right."
"Yeah, I know, and I love you back." I said sweetly and I lowered my head down further to kiss him, though it didn't hold the same intense passion our kisses earlier had. Now, it was sweet and loving.
"I'm guessing you don't want to go out for dinner." He said and I shook my head.
"I think I'd rather cuddle up on the coach with you and a blanket, eating pizza and watching a movie, once we finish our homework that is." I said and he grinned up at me, running a hand through my hair.
"That sounds pretty much perfect to me, excluding the homework." He replied and I slowly got off of him. "Still, any chance we can continue on like we were before for a while?" He asked, pulling me back to him and wrapping his arm around my waist again.
"I'm not sure." I said, which made him pout like he was six years old again, which just made me smile and kiss him on the lips softly. "I'm joking, just no more hickeys."
"You are so mean." He said as he moved so I was under him on the bed, before he kissed me again. "I won't go too far."
I smiled up at him. "I know, I trust you." I replied and kissed him again.
If it was anyone else, I wasn't sure how I'd feel about this, as I wouldn't know just how far they'd go. This was Michael though and I knew he would never take things too far until I was ready, and the truth was, I was pretty sure I wouldn't mind going further soon. Not just yet, but soon. Whenever it was though, I wanted my first time to be perfect, which I'm sure it would be because it was Michael and I trusted him.
Another chapter of our story done and more romance between Christine and Michael. Leave me a review if you feel like it and I hope you enjoyed.
