black - Chris Cornell

Black; v10

Narrators POV;
-------- June 10th, 1991. (Sunday)
1:25PM

"WAKEY WAKEY," CHRIS SHOOK Valerie to wake up.

"Christoper," she grumbled.

He smiled, throwing clothes at her, "we're hanging out today, cmon."

"We just did yesterday?" Valerie mumbled as she covered her eyes with her arm.

Chris leaned over her, taking her arm off her eyes, "Let me see that pretty face."

Chris had been constantly flirting with Valerie. It drove her insane almost. Only because it made her feelings grow for him.

She flipped him off, turning over to cover her smile.

"Valerieee!" He sang, "cmonnn! I wanna hang out with you!"

"Then sleep," she tiredly replied.

"I'm not tired, Valerie," he hummed as he sat next to her on the bed.

"We didn't go to bed till 5. It's too early," Valerie rubbed her eyes, sitting up in her bed.

"Don't be dramatic," Chris rolled his eyes.

"Mhm," she nodded, yawning.

"Let's go do stuff, c'monn!" He pushed on her arm.

"Let me wake up," she slowly stood up from her bed.

"Is that my shirt?" Chris laughed.

Valerie always wore Chris's t-shirt he gave her to bed. She never knew why, but it just gave her comfort.

"Yes," Valerie nodded as she brushed out her hair.

"Missed me?" Chris smiled.

"Don't get cocky, cornell," she huffed, picking up the clothes he threw at her.

She compared them to what Chris was wearing and realized they'd be matching.

"Matching?" She asked,

"I couldn't find black jeans for you, so I went with Blue, so no, only matching from the top and shoes."

Chris had on a plain black button-up that was unbuttoned most of the way down, his cargo black shorts. Long black socks and boots.

"Great. Turn around," she pointed to the wall.

"Aw, I wanna see you get dressed," Chris frowned.

"I don't have a bra on, turn around," she repeated, waiting for him to turn around.

He reluctantly did so, and Valerie quickly changed into what he gave her.

It was just a plain black sweatshirt with dark blue jeans and black socks, and she was gonna wear her boots, of course.

"Okay," she mumbled as she sat on her desk chair to do her makeup.

"Do you really have to do your makeup?" Chris complained.

"It will only take me a minute. Stop whining."

Eddie came into the room, out of breath, it seemed like, immediately shutting the door.

"The fuck is up with you?" Valerie grumbled.

"I possibly might've hit Stones car and made a slit dent in it," Eddie looks around the room for something.

"Okay? How the hell would he know you did it?" Chris asked, looking at eddie walking around.

"Valerie's car is the only other one in the driveway, but it's not even close to stones."