Illicit Affairs ~ A Chris Motionless Love Story

Chapter Five - Awkward Dinner Conversations and Star Wars Debates

SCARLETT'S POV
"She's in the kitchen, who are you?" Chris didn't sound too pleased.

"I'm Noah, I was just swinging by to speak with her, but I see she's busy-"

"Yeah, she's busy. You should probably go." Chris seemed real short with him now that he knew exactly who it was. Maybe it was the friend in him? Surely he wasn't actually jealous. We'd established what we were. No feelings, no relationships, no drama. I heard the door slam and then lock, and Chris walked back into the kitchen where I was at. "He just looks like a prick. You dated that?" I laughed at Chris' comment.

"I did, and he was. Daddy's money. He's a doctor so he thinks he's all that because he 'saves lives'. He wanted to set aside my tattooing and be a common house whore. He said it was a 'hobby' and I wouldn't have time for it because he wanted a family."

"What a dick. I for one think you're in the perfect career field. Don't let some dick head like him take you down. Now come on, we gotta head to the restaurant." I looked at the clock on my phone, realizing the day had really flown by. We walked out to his car and I slid into the passenger side, not thinking that this could possibly raise a few flags. He obviously didn't either. When we walked in we were instantly able to find the group just by the laughter and how loud they were.

"What took y'all so long! Y'all fucking?" Bryan exclaimed as we sat down. Chris and I both turned a shade of red that was reserved for fire trucks, and Bryan laughed. "I'm joking, guys. I know y'all were out shopping, and shopping with Scar is not an easy task. We'd know." Chris and I both let out a laughter that was filled with both relief and anxiety.

"Yeah, she was a pain in the ass!" Chris continued to play off of it and I elbowed him playfully. He smiled down at me, and the waitress made her way over to the table. I could see her checking out Chris, and who wouldn't? He's a well put together man, always looking his best. It didn't both me until she started with the flirtatious body language and tone in her voice. Was Chris really going to entertain this right here in front of me? And worse yet, was I actually... jealous of it! Chris laughed and joked with the girl, and I tried my best to block it all out, but it had already dampened my mood. Maybe I'm just too sensitive, and I'll get over it. I took a sigh of relief when she finally left to get our drink orders placed.

"So, Chris, are you able to keep up with the 23 year old? Your old bones aren't feeling too terribly brittle?" Why would they feel brittle? Why would he have to keep up with me? Do they know about us? Of course they don't know about us. That'd be impossible. Though, if my anxiety and nerves kept rampaging like they are it will be a dead give away that something was happening between us, and then that would be it. It'd end right there. He specifically said no one is to know about what we do behind closed doors. His rules! Chris was about to respond, but the waitress, who I have now learned is Kelly, brought our drinks back. She sat my water in front of me and bent over to where her shirt was hanging down for Chris to see her cleavage. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to Hailey.

"Okay, so I have you booked for just a few extra appointments tomorrow. Simple things like butterflies and roses, but one of them wants a rib cage tattoo-" I zoned out as I heard Kelly offer her number to Chris. I did my best not to look over, or show what I was thinking on my face. That failed. "Hello? Earth to Scarlett?" Hailey waved her hand in front of my face. "Are you alright? You look annoyed," she pointed out. I quickly mustered up a fake smile.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna run to the bathroom right quick." I immediately and clumsily stood from my chair, accidentally knocking over my water. I didn't apologize, I just walked away. I just needed a breather, that was all. Why the fuck did I care so much? Chris and I had been over it; no feelings, no strings, no drama. Just fucking. Maybe I was too young, too immature for this. Maybe my brain forgot to tell my heart was happening. Maybe there was a lag, a type that only Internet Explorer (and apparently now my mind and heart) experiences. I took a few deep breaths and then the door busted open. Chris came marching into the women's restroom.

"What the hell was that, Scar? Are you okay?" I looked at him as if he were insane. He stood in front of me, his arms crossed in front of his chest, and then a grin came across his face. "You got jealous, didn't you?" I looked down at the ground shamefully. "Listen, Scar, I don't blame you. I would have been the same way. I declined her number. I don't want a relationship or dates. I have you, that's all I need. You're the only one I want." He held my face in the palm of his hand, and I practically melted into it. We stood there for just a second, and he quickly whipped his hand away when Hailey came busting in. She looked around, confused, probably by Chris' presence, then grabbed a few towels to dry herself off from my mishap.

"Chris, this is the women's bathroom, you know that, right?" She began dabbing at her silk shirt at the spots that were obviously wet because of their darker appearance.

"Y-yes, I walked in here on mistake and Scarlett was..." he was having a tough time coming up with an excuse, so I chimed in.

"I was throwing up, yup. I just didn't feel good. I'm fine now though!" She looked at us with a side eye glance.

"Why are you throwing up? You're not pregnant are you?" It was obviously a joke, but it panicked Chris.

"Why would she pregnant? There's no way she could be pregnant, she hasn't t been sleeping with anyone!" I pinched the bridge of my nose as his words fell out. Hailey finished up and tossed her paper towel in the trash, then awkwardly nodded.

"Chris, she constantly has guys hanging on her. I never know what she's doing." Hailey walked past us, and out the door, then it popped open again. "For the record," Hailey said popping her head through the crack of the door, "you two are acting really weird." She walked away from the door, letting it slam shut, and Chris took a deep breath. My heart was still racing. We walked out and back to the table, and luckily everyone was in a heated debate so no one noticed our return together.

"Scarlett, settle this for us, is the second trilogy of Star Wars necessary to watch?" This was their heated argument? I've never seen two men argue about Star Wars with as much fury as Bryan and Britton.

"Absolutely, I mean, it's the whole villain story of Anakin-" Britton cut me off right there.

"Why do I need to know his villain story!"

"Didn't you want to know how exactly Luke and Leia were related!?"

"No, Scarlett, I didn't! I was fine without the disappointment of the second trilogy!"

"Darth Vaders villain story is important and you know it! How else is Kylo Ren's story supposed to make sense!"

"Kylo Ren is a punk ass bitch!"

"No he's not! He's an essential well developed character-"

"You're gonna look at me and you're gonna tell me I'm wrong! Am I wrong, Scarlet!?" I had no clue Britton felt so strongly about Kylo Ren. "He's a depressed failed Jedi teenager! He's just the ultimate edge lord, not a fucking Sith!" Chris smiled as he admired the argument at hand, and as I grew more and more frustrated with it. "And Chris, why are you smiling like that at Scarlett? Like some fool in love, this woman clearly has no culture if she believes that the second trilogy is necessary!"