So we're back. I'm feeling loads better and in a better mood to write. So this chapter is most likely going to be longer than the last.

Christine's Pov

Was it bad that I was a nervous wreck? Especially about my dad and Chase meeting? I knew I shouldn't be all that stuff about magazines saying 'It doesn't matter whether or not your parents like him s long as you do' or whatever they say.

It was hard to tell what Chase was thinking at the moment-his face had an empty smile. Good or bad sign, I had no clue. The walk up the porch steps seemed to take over a century, anxiety pumping fresh in my veins. And of course today had to be the lucky day I forgot my house key. Chase squeezed my arm in a comforting manner. Were my feelings really that noticeable?

"It's going to be fine," Chase whispered. "He can't hate me after not even knowing me yet." I looked at him and rose on the tips of my combat boots and pressed my lips against the warm skin of his cheek. He flushed as I pulled away. I hesitantly wrapped my knuckles against the door.

"Did you for-?" Rem's question hung in the air as she opened the door and stared at the two of so close together. I felt my face heat up. To put it mildly, the situation was awkward. Rem had listened to me ramble on and about how cute Chase was and how excited I had been when we had become a couple. "Who's this?" she asked innocently-as if she knows nothing about him when I had told her everything-and stepped aside to let us in. Chase tugged me into the house.

With the tiny couch, love seat, coffee table, and TV stand, I was suddenly aware of how tiny the inside of our house looked compared to theirs. But it wasn't like it was majorly small either. Standing proudly at three stories tall with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and five hall closets, I would say people find it quite roomy for two people and a robot maid who wore the capacity of five different outfits.

"Chase-Rem," I introduced. "Chase's here to meet dad." I suddenly realized I didn't hear any of the usual loud sounds coming from his office or the attic.

Turn your face away from the garish light of day. Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light. And listen to the music of the night.

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams. Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before.

Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar. And you'll lives, as you've never lived before.

"That's him right now," I explained to Chase as he gave my ringtone a funny look. I quickly yanked my phone out of my pocket. "Hello?"

"Hey honey. I'm might be a little late coming home from a science meeting. Five minutes tops. Do you want me to pick up something?"

I give the phone a death look, even though it was impossible for my dad to see it. Why did today-or the first month we're even in this new town really-have to be when he has some stupid meeting?

Screw my life.

"I actually wanted you to meet someone," I told him, trying to hide all the frustration I could. "Do you think you can make it by 3:30?" I quickly shot a sneaky glance at my watch. It was 3:20 right now.

I heard him give a deep sigh. "I'll try my hardest. Does your friend want anything specific for dinner? I can try to pick up a pizza or some Chinese on the way."

I pressed my lips into a thin line. "Hold on." I clamped my hand over the speaker of my Blackberry and turned to Chase, was watching me with curious eyes. "Is Chinese takeout good for dinner?" I asked.

Chase bit his lip. "Sure," he answered finally with a bright smile that twisted my insides. I returned the smile and pressed the phone back to my ear.

"We'll take Chinese," I responded, assuming my dad was still on the line. "Talk to you when you get here." I quickly hung up and stuffed my phone back into my pocket. "So, you want to see my room?" I asked, trying to think of something to do to kill the time. At Chase's nod, I grabbed his hand and hurriedly dragged him up the stairs.

I tried to ignore Rem's shout of, "Keep it PG13!"

Chase's Pov

Her room was pretty cool. Kind of messy-I wouldn't really know what messy is considering my room is always kept clean and organized.

Christine pulled to her bed and I seated myself close to the edge. She smirked (a sign that means she had a plan) and sat down in my lap, claiming my hand in hers. Her soft hair brushed against my face as she buried her face into my neck. "What do you want to do?" she asked, the question coming out muffled.

I didn't respond and pulled her face up to mine. My lips pressed against her jaw, then neck. She closed her eyes and fell backward, causing me to fall on top of her. I leaned close against her lips, my hovering above hers not even by a centimeter. This would be my first kiss. I pushed away all signs of nervousness and crashed our lips together.

Everything felt like it was supposed to. All the cliché fireworks and sparks flew as we held onto each other. Distantly I heard a car door slam. Maybe the neighbors' or across the street.

Christine didn't seem to notice the sound. She tangled her slim fingers into my hair, yanking me closer. I groaned in response and pulled back, panting and staring down at her. Her hand tugged and pushed my hand down again, our tongues colliding in a dominate dance battle against each other.

Maybe if we had remained pulled back for a few minutes longer, we would've heard the front door open, the simply shout of "I'm home!", and maybe wouldn't have been so surprised when her bedroom door banged open.

"You!"

So, kind of an easy cliffie. We would love to hear you guesses and comments in a lovely review.