A hot shower and some clean clothes later, I was in Chris' car. He kept his car unbelievably messy, whereas Tyga keeps his nice and clean, having that new car smell. Chris' engine was louder and rougher, whereas Tyga's was smooth.
"Where're we going?" I asked, my mood lightening.
"You'll see."
"What if we get caught? What if you get in trouble or-"
He rolled his eyes. "We won't. Just relax."
And I did as Chris played some easy rap as we rode together. It was a nice and sunny day without being too hot, a rarity. We had all four windows rolled down and the wind was lighter than yesterdays. I felt springtime coming with every ray of sun that hit my face.
Chris distracted me with small talk and silly riddles as we took our half hour ride to wherever.
When he killed the engine, I stopped talking about whatever I was talking about and looked around.
I gasped when I saw what surrounded me.
Art covered the walls outside of the warehouse, all around me. There was a wide open, clear space where a few chairs stood. The vibrant colors danced all around me, amazing me for a moment. Water flowed in a small pond.
There wasn't a single flaw in sight as the different paintings told me stories.
It was a huge space.
For a minute, I thought of Chris as Picasso and this was his canvas.
He had a contagious beam on his face and I felt as if I were being played. "Where are we?" I asked, mystified and amazed.
"It doesn't have a name...but let's just call it Chris' Happy Place."
I arched my eyebrow in wonder. "Wow, what an original title."
He unlocked the doors and I hopped out. The grass didn't crunch for its texture was just right. It seemed wet so I reminded myself not to sit on it.
The soreness of my inner thighs made me walk wobbly and it kinda hurt. Last night was so good but today it seemed as if every little muscle in my body was in a knot. I groaned as I stretched and when I tried to walk, I had to hold onto Chris' shoulder. He seemed to notice and offered to carry me.
"Carry me where?" I asked. He laughed and took me up bridal style.
"It's really pretty here. How did you ever find this place?"
He shrugged. "Freshman year. You remember the story from last night?
Yeah, after I left her place, I was roaming around trying to find home and I stopped here. I blacked out here and the next morning I cried my eyes out. Ever since then I've been coming here to clear my head. Just to think, I guess."
I stroke his ear as he spoke. "About football?"
"And other stuff. You should see this place at night. I bought special paint once that glows in the dark, it's amazing."
I took that as a subtle invitation. "How often do you come here?"
"Whenever I'm pissed or I just wanna think."
"Have you brought anyone else here?"
"Just you."
I was his first time and now he was showing me his very own private place.
As my heart warmed, my nerves thawed out. I finally felt perfect with him. I know this was going to sound cheesy and fluffy but as he looked deeply into my eyes, every love I had ever had washed away like water. Chris' deep brown eyes made me weak. He had barely done anything and already I was infatuated and obsessed with him.
