Everything's Not Lost

Chapter 8

        So, this chapter will be a somewhat longer than my last couple chapters. So I hope you like it. Btw, the video you see is OneRepublic doing a medley of Stand By Me, Seven Nation Army, and Sexyback.

Violet's POV

        Hand in hand, Chris and I began walking to my apartment. Along the way, we decided to stop at an icecream place. We walked into Baskin Robin's. The many flavors here are so tasty so it's really hard to choose. Behind the counter, Chris looked over to me as if to say he's done deciding and that I should hurry up. I quickly began diciphering through the flavors that I wanted, and then decided on two. As the employee looked up to me, I said, "I'd like a double dip cone of Lemon and Red Velvet please."

        Chris said something different, and said with his cute smile, "I'd like a Gold Medal Ribbon and Strawberry Cheesecake in a double dip"

        The employee then stated the total cost and Chris payed the amount owed. He then looked at me with awe and stared into my eyes. As we sat down at a table that had a booth, he said, "You have the most beautiful brown eyes." I blushed and then we got very near to each other and had our second kiss.

        However, we broke loose for I saw a group a paparazzi outside the window, and I looked at Chris with panic. He turned around and put his hand over his mouth. His face then turned bright crimson so I knew that he must be very agitated. "When will they ever leave me alone?! How would they like it if I interfered with their private life and began stalking them?!" He said angrily. I began telling him to just stay calm and act normal while we have our icecream. Yet, after ten minutes and when our icecream was gone, Chris took my hand and we began running out of the place and down the street. The paparazzi followed us for a couple of blocks, but they stopped, for they were worn out with carrying their camera equipment.

        "Yes----we-----lost them," I said between panting breaths. I then looked around to find myself in an unfamiliar area. "Wait, Chris. You lead us in the wrong direction away from my place"

        "Well we can't go back and confront the paparazzi again. We can just go to a hotel for it's less distance then going to your apartment." Chris said.

        "Ok, " I said. After another ten minutes, we reached the hotel. When we got inside. Chris walked over to the counter and got us a room.

        "Your room number is 42. Enjoy your stay." The lady said with an unsurprisingly wide smile. I could tell that she was a Coldplayer for she snatched out her phone and asked if she could get a picture with him. He of course accepted, for he's a nice guy like that, so I took the picture of them. As a precaution, he told her to only release it to social media whenever he checks out of the hotel so that he could take a break from the paparazzi. We then conversed with her for the next 5 minutes about each other. Man, I guess Chris really respects the band's fans. After the conversation ended, Chris waved goodbye at the employee and we then headed to our room. When we got to the room, I realized that 42 is a coldception for it's the name of one of Coldplay's songs. I chuckled a little and Chris asked why I was laughing. I told him about 42 and he laughed a bit. He then got the key and unlocked the door.

        When we walked inside, I set my purse on the desk and Chris layed his bag next to my purse. "Wait, Chris, I don't have any extra clothes. Do you have any clothes that I could use for tonight and tomorrow?" I asked.

        "Of course. I have a bunch of clothes. Here." He then went to his bag and threw me some night clothes. I then got up and went to the bathroom. I changed into a 'Make Trade Fair' T-Shirt and some sweat pants.  After I finished, I lay my cleaning utensils and grabbed my purse. I chose one of the beds, and passed out the comfy quilt that had been designed with swirling vines with tiny little blue flowers on it. While sleeping, I felt Chris get under the quilt beside me and lay his arm around my stomach.

        "Open up your eyes." I heard Chris whisper into my ear. I woke up and realized that it was morning for I saw light shine through the stained glass window. I sat up and turned towards Chris to see that he had stood up and was already dressed in his day clothes. "Morning sleepyhead" he said with a laugh. I stifled a yawn and then got up and headed towards the bathroom. Before I reached it, I heard Chris say with a little smirk, "Breakfast is in 5, so you might want to begin doing something with your hair." I then rolled my eyes and shut the door of the bathroom behind me. I got a brush that came with the room that had Fix You imprinted on it that I guess meant to fix my hair. I managed to have a grin swiped across my face for I guess this hotel favored Coldplay. I began brushing my hair with a bit difficulty. I decided to steal the brush for I favored its design. Then, after 5 minutes, I manged to get ready with Chris's clothes on and purse in hand.

        Chris and I left the hotel. As we walked outside, I saw a limo perched in front of us."A limo for breakfast?! You must be crazy rich." I said.

        "Well, what do you expect? I'm the lead singer of a famous band and I get huge sums of profit. Yet, half the money I get goes out to patients who have cancer." Chris said with sad look across his face. I managed to smile at the thought of him donating money to charity. He then opened the door of the limo for me and I got in before Chris entered. He sat beside me and motioned for the driver where we were to go and told him to turn on the radio.