Reunited (Chris Motionless fan fiction)

Angel eyes

I can't believe it, for the first time in 9 years I'm going back home to the US. I left for a reason. Why am I going back to that place? I guess it is just one of those times you decide it is time to face the past instead of denying it...
The airplane landed and I hurried to get my luggage, while standing there waiting for my suitcase to come, I stared thinking about what I left behind when I left as a stupid fourteen year old with no concideration of anyone else what so ever. I remember leaving with all of my legacy after mum died, escaping from my alcoholic father. My only regret is leaving Chris, the skinny goth kid I had a major crush on. Wow, I wonder if he is still around or if he also managed to escape the shit hole we called our home town. It was always his plan to run away, the two of us had the same plan, difference is that I made it reality.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw the white suitcase covered in sharpie drawings that belonged to me, don't judge me, I can at least recognize my suitcase... I pulled it down next to me. Walking down the hallway of Scranton's small airport (I've never been in Scranton and I have no idea what the airport looks like so bare with me..)
I started thinking more and more about what happened to Chris, am I going to run in to him when I get back to the neighbourhood? Did he follow his wish on traveling the world? Did he just disapear? Well, I don't have an awnser for that
I got out of the airport and called a cab (following my norwegian culture I assume you can call a cab xD). On the way I started thinking, what the fuck am I doing? Well, I don't have an awnser for that either.
I payed the cabbie and got out, it was foggy and raining. It's October so of course it is raining... I started walking down the street to find the nearest coffee shop. I passed my old house on the way. Staring at it, letting all the memories come floating back, the ones I stuggled to get over for nine years. A tear rolled down my cheek as the worst memory of them all hit me like a train. Thats when I turned and walked quickly passt the house and down the street, I knew it was a bad idea to come back...
Finally, a coffee shop. It was pretty much empty, an old couple sat by a table eating a sandwich each and enjoying a cup of tea. I just had to smile at the cute sight. I ordered a cup of black coffee. Fuck that creamy shit and those sweetened "coffees" with milk and sirup, too sweet and sugary. I took up my notebook and a sharpie along with my phone. Then I took a photo for tumblr... Heuheu.. My earbuds were in my pocket so I took them up and pressed shuffle on my spotify, Pearl Jam blasted through the earbuds and in to my ears.
About to finish my drink I noticed the tall figure who entred the door, making a little bell on top of the door give out a small "ringgg". Black hair, pale skin, dark eye makeup and three liprings, on a familiar face. Oh my fucking god. Chris?! I was speech less and just stared at the guy who used to be my best friend, well, more like my only friend... He was wearing a big black coat, but I could spot colourful tattoos creeping up on his neck, damn, someone beat the shit out of puberty... He caught my stare and I quickly looked down. I could hear him talking to a waiter with a deep husky voice. I turned around to look at him, well, mostly to look at his bum, DON'T JUDGE ME FOR IT. YOU DO IT TOO. But once I turned, I noticed he was staring at me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Catherine?" He said. I just looked down, maybe he is still mad cause I left... "Yeah.?" I said still looking down. I heard footsteps coming towards me. I was grabbed by the waist and pulled up from my seat and in to a hug. "Hey Chris" I said hugging back. God I've missed him.
He let go of me and looked at me with those big brown eyes of his, those angel eyes.

Not taking his eyes off me, he got his coffee and sat down by my table, grinning like an idiot. "So what are you doing here? And why did you leave in the first place? And where did you go?" He asked staring at me. "woah there, one question at the time please..."
"Okay, what are you doing here?" "I don't really know... I think I just decided it's time to see how things are back here.." He didn't look 100% pleased with that awnser but oh well "Where did you go?" his brown eves stared directly in to my blue ones "I went to England, a small street in London to be exact" he smiled "so you've been in London all these years?" I nodded "well, that explains the accent" he said smiling. He put his hand on mine, a fire lid up in my belly. "W-why did you leave?" He finally said, not in his cheery bubbly tone, he sounded rather sad.. "You know why I left.. I couldn't stand the man I have to call my father.." I looked down, Chris sqeezed my hand carefully "you should've told me where you went though, I would've gone with you.." I smiled "we would get in to a ton of trouble, and get caught.. Mostly cause your parents actually gave two fucks about you, talking about them, how's your mum doing?" I said smiling, trying to lighten the mood. "She is great, after dad left, the woman has been smiling all day everyday" he seemed proud of his mothers recovery from the loss of her husband. "Do you have anywhere to stay Cathy?" Chris suddendly said "shit, I didn't think that far.. No I don't..." He smiled, seemed pleased. "Well, then I suggest you stay at my place" "what nonono I can't just barge in like that..." "Awh c'mon I insist, it will be just like those sleepovers we used to have!" I couldn't help but smile thinking about those sleepovers.. They were so much fun! "Okay.. Just please tell me you don't live with your parents anymore..." I giggled out "haha nah , I have my own place" he smiled "lets go then" he grabbed ny hand and pulled me up from my seat, then he took my suitcase and started walking towards a car while I was gathering my stuff. I got everything and ran after him, to catch up. "Why do you have to be so inpatient?!" I said when I finnaly caught up with him. He smirked "Cause I can?" Awnsering with a shrug I got in to the car and buckled my seat belt, it is wrierd how they drive at the wrong side of the road.. "No we don't, stupid brits do" I heard Chris say, well shit I guess I said that outloud.. "Ahem okay.. Haha, but when are we there?" I said awkwardly. "About 15 minutes hun, relax, you seem worked up" he wasn't wrong either, I was tired after traveling..