~Christian Novelli One Shots~

"Ghosts On The Walls"

I snuggled up closer to Christian, who was next to me underneath a fuzzy, warm blanket, and took in my surroundings. The burgundy, wallpapered room was dim and warm, and flickering candles casted tall shadows on the walls. For a moment, I imagined little white ghosts hovering in the air, waving at us in the eerie atmosphere. 

“And this is Christian when he was just five years old,” his mother sighed as she pointed at her computer screen. 

I started listening to reality again. 

His aunt went on about how she remembered that time, and giggled softly. The rest of his family commented and cackled and groaned at the memories. The next picture depicted Christian and his two older brothers sitting on a couch, grinning those little-kid-kind-of-smiles. Christian’s medium-brown hair was ruffled like he’d just woken up. 

I laughed and looked up at him. “You were so cute,” I squeaked softly. 

He focused on me and crinkled his nose. 

“Really, though,” I sighed, wrapping my arms tighter around his chest. I pulled my feet up underneath me so I could be level with him. 

“Mooooomm,” Christian whined softly. 

“Shhh,” I giggled, resting my head on his. “You were perfect.” 

“Were?” Christian raised an eyebrow at me from under his jet-black fringe. 

We were becoming so close that our noses were starting to press up against eachother. 

“You know I love you,” I said, just loud enough for him to here. 

“I love you, too,” he mouthed. 

He raised his hand to adjust his hair, but I caught it and pressed it into mine. Our faces still inches apart, time seemed to stop. I heard laughter and voices around me, but I couldn't make out the words. All I could see and hear was Christian, giggling awkwardly in front of me after I’d pecked his cheek with my lips. I looked at him with my biggest, best puppy-dog eyes, silently pleading him to kiss me back. His eyes darted sideways and the corner of his mouth tipped slightly, then he leaned forward and connected our mouths. 

Christian, you should probably stop now. Your family is around. Oh my gosh. Are they staring at us? Whoa, oh my gosh. How-

I had to break away to breath for a second, and when I did, I felt the eyes burning down on my back, scarring me with mental sunburn. 

“At least Chris seems to have found ‘em somethin’ to keep ‘em happy,” his friendly, white-haired grandmother laughed out loud. 

At first, Christian was silent, but he suddenly looked up and smiled, wide-eyed. “Yep!” he nodded. 

I blushed and covered my face with the sleeves of my over-sized sweatshirt. He wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pulled my hand down to reveal his happy, sparkling blue eyes. 

“Come ‘ere, baby,” he whispered as he wrapped his arm around me and pulled my body into his.