I'm going to apologize ahead for the crapiness this chapter might be. I can't stop coughing and been busy with other stuff, so this might be super sloppy and crappy.

I'm going to Disney soon, in less than a week. I don't know how that's going to affected my writing pace but I'm going to be in the car and have easy computer access a lot so I might be able to have two chapters done but I might not.

Just thought I'd give you a heads up, just in case you were expecting a quick update.

Christine's Pov

"Is there any special reason as to why I have to wear a red hoodie?" I asked as Sammie zipped me up in her brother's old Aeropostal jacket.

She wrinkled up her nose and sniffed the sleeve that swallowed my arm. "It stills smells like boy," she complained as she fixed my hair and popped the hood over my head. I really didn't even mind the smell; I took a sniff of the shoulder and got another sniff of Axe and laundry detergent mixed with sweat.

Sammie grabbed a small red bottle and spritzed it all over me, peeking hair from inside jacket included. "Much better," she said with a satisfied sigh. I just coughed and looked at her, waving my hand in front of my face to clear the air. Sammie just shrugged and flashed the label in my face. "Japanese Cherry Blossom," she said as if made a difference. "The greatest smell in, like, ever!"

I just shrugged. "Are you sure your brother doesn't mind me wearing this?" I asked instead, spinning and showing off the huge red jacket that was way too big for my body. "Doesn't he want to wear it?"

Sammie kept circling around me, adjusting the jacket here and there while fixing my hair and clothes. "Quinn has plenty of jackets. I'm suring he wouldn't care about missing just one." Her sharp maicured hands wizzed around and tuck in my hair into the hood then straightened out my shirt before zipping up the hoodie. "There," she said with a satisfied smile. "Done."

I stepped and turned to look at myself in her full length mirror. I looked unrecongizable- with the large white sunglasses, dark jeggings, worn DC sneakers (and quite colorful shoelaces, according to Sammie.), and the oversized boy jacket hanging to my knees and engulfing nearly my entire form, I looked like any other girl on her way to the library or to Starbucks to get a drink for a long study night ahead of her.

"Perfect," I told Sammie, who had taken place beside me to long in the mirror. "Great job." Just then I noticed how completely different we were with her dark wavy tresses and magazine perfect face and top dollar clothes. If a person caught a glimpse of us through the window, they'd think we'd be enemies and hate each other. But we were just the opposite.

"You'd better hurry," she spoke, swiftly pushing me toward the door. "Callan's going to be here for phase two."

Callan was what people would describe as the typical jock type of guy. With his beach blond hair, ocean pretty eyes, and Austrailian accent, he had girls falling at his feet. I didn't see what the big deal was, but from what I know from accidently bumping into him once, he was nice and unlike all the other pretty boys of the school. Bree also mentioned something about him being a part of the basketball team or soemthing like that.

He was sitting casually on a nearby bench across the street from Sammie's house as planned. Rachel earlier explained that we were supposed to walk around like good friends who hadn't seen each other in forever and somehow make our way to the park where Ashley was supposed to be with Chase.

Callan was leaning over, like reading a book, and just sitting there, like he needed somewhere quiet to read. I casually crossed over to him and tapped his shoulder, sliding my hand back into the hoodie's deep pockets when he looked up at me. Most girs were right about his eyes being pretty and ocean blue but wrong about another- they didn't make my heart melt like Chase's beautiful brown eyes did.

"Hey, aren't you in my English class?" I said smoothly as a young couple from three houses over passed us. "Is that the book we have to read for the reading assignment? I'm only on the tenth chapter."

Callan looked up at me and closed the book on his lap. The purple ad black cover looked up at me. Our English teacher had us reading paranormal series and thought that The Immortals series would be perfect. His right eye snuck a peek at the couple; they were far away to not be in earshot.

"Nice cover," he commented as he stood and stretched. I'm sure he wasn't trying to show off-purposely anyway-but when his shirt rose, I caught sight of his rock hard abs. Again, I thought about how they didn't even seem to compare to Chase's body. "Should we start walking?"

And that's what we did. We just started walking down the street toward downtown. Sammie lived at least three streets over so we had a good fifteen minute walk. Most of it was pretty awkward. We didn't talk unless we saw a coup of people from school, then started talking about we teachers were the worst and which were the nicest.

As we rounded the corner and crossed the street, I caught sight of a familiar old brick sign with with rusty painted letters standing tall next to a flickering light post. It couldn't seem to decide to stay on or off; it was only a few minutes to seven and dusk was settling over head.

"I think I see them." I squinted and leaned closer as we continued walking. It wasn't foggy and not completely dark but still hard tell if it was them or not. There were two-a boy and a girl. They were standing kind far out of everything's way, back near an old oak tree and crumbling concrete bench.

Latching onto Callan's wrist, I pulled him along until we were only a yard or so away before jogging to Ashley and Chase. Ashely was filing her nails, looking bored and out of place in her quarter sleeved shirt and black mini skirt matching her ankle breaking wedges.

But Chase looked perfect. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I stared at his great outfit consisting of grey and white button down shirt, black jeans, and grey hightops-absolutely perfect. His smile was knee weakening and his arms engulfing me felt world changing. I tried to remember the last time I had a boyfriend that made me feel as on top of the world as I had then; I couldn't think of any.

"Hey," he said into my hair, sending shivers down my spine. chase squeezed me tighterand I'm positive he felt me smile into his chest. "What's with all the red, miss Riding Hood?"

I let out a laughed felt a chuckle rise from deep inside his chest. I pulled away and turned to Ashley. "Yeah, what it with all this red?" I did a spin so she could get a full view of the jacket.

Ashley shrugged. "We needed a way to keep track of you and red is your best color." She put her hands on her hips and turned to Callan. "We should get out of here and let these crazy kids have their fun." She swivled and shot us a wink. "But not too much fun." I blushed and watched her drag Callan away from us and out of the park.

Chae watched them disappear and looked down at me. He took my hands in his and rubbed his thumb over my hands. "You know what next week is?" he asked, pulling me closer. "I know I do."

I nodded into his chest. "Our one month anniversary."

"Seems longer than a month though," Chase said, shifting to rub his hands up and down my arms. It sent another wave of shivers down my spine.

"I know," I said into his soft cottony shirt. I gripped him tighter before pulling away and immediately missing his arms.

"What do you want to do?" Chase asked, inspecting me with his eyes. His gaze shifted to the bench before looking back at me. I nodded and pulled him onto the bench, careful the be cautious about the little cracks and chunks missing from the end.

Twining our fingers together and holding them in my lap, I rested my head on his shoulder. "What do you wat to talk about?"

Chase smiled down at me. "Everything."

Chase's Pov

Later that night, I kissed Christine good-bye and promised I'd see her tomorrow one way or another. It was only nine thirty by the time I got home and checked to see if Mr. Davenport was in the living room before sitting down next to Tasha.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked her nervously. "Like a romantic question?"

Tasha eyed me from over her book and took a glacne around before tossing it onto the coffee table. "Spill it," she said excitedly leaning closer.

I messed with my hands and stared down at my lap. "Chris and I's anniversary is coming up," I started. "Adn I was hoping that would tell me-"

"What she would want?" Tasha finished as she got up and started for the kitchen. She got out a mug and poured herself some coffee as then faced me again. "Well, what does she like?"

I drummed my fingers against the counter. "We like the same kind of things," I said, thinking aloud. "Like the Hunger Games, the same type of movies. But she told me that her past boyfriends never went all out for her or got her anything special." I looked Tasha square in the eyes as I continued on. "I want to be different. Get her something so people know she's mine." After I finished my sentence, a strange feeling pulling at my gut knew that I was talking about Callan. Something about him didn't seem right to me. But then again, I could just be getting jealous.

Tasha looked to be deep in thought as she spoke. "Well it sounds like she would want to be kind of spoiled," she suggested. "Like maybe a necklace or classy little charm bracelet. Something to let her know you care." Her eyes got clouded as she stared past me. "My father got my mother a really lovely locket with an engraved promise on the back. Try something like that and I gaurentee she'll love you forever." She snapped her focus back to me and gave me a smile. "But it seems to me she already does."

I thanked her for the advice and went upstairs to collaspe on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. The locket story gave me an idea. The perfect idea.

So how was that? I tried to make it longer, But I've been a little busy like I said in the other Author's Note. Leave a review. And we would love to hear your ideas for Chase's 'idea' for Christine.

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