yours and only yours.

3. "my place." (slight smut)

karissa stands up, and you walk to her car together.

she opens your door, and you sit down.

"you better get used to this treatment, forreal." karissa says, starting her car.

"i will, don't worry." you say, laughing.

karissa plays lana del rey during the car ride. she pulls into a parking garage, and grabs a white card from the center console, and scans it, lifting the bar in front of her car. she drives to the upper level, and parks her car. "it's scary as fuck at night, i know." she says, resting her hand over yours.

"hell yeah it is." you say, as karissa opens her car door, and walks around the back. she opens the door, and extends her hand. "here. i'll protect you. keep you safe."

you laugh, "thank you."

karissa walks you into the lobby of her apartment building, and you both take an elevator up a few floors. "it's just this way." karissa says, fumbling with her keys, trying to find the right one. when she does, she holds it in her hand, as you both stand eagerly at the door. it clicks to unlock, and she holds the door open for you.

karissa enters, and flips a switch, illuminating the big, open room. to your left was a living room, what seemed to be a bathroom and bedroom, and a small kitchen. "it's uh- not much. but it's better than my parents house-"

"it's so cute. i love it."

"can i get you a water?" karissa asks, taking off her shoes. you do the same, and take a seat at the island. "sure!"

"you play guitar?" you ask, looking at the electric and acoustic guitars mounted on the wall.

"i do. i can play a song for you, if you'd like." karissa says, placing a tall glass of ice water down on the counter.

"i'd love that. thank you." you say, smiling.

"of course. your pick, electric or acoustic. you seem like an acoustic type of gal."

"hmm, electric."

"very well." karissa says, "pick a song. any song. i'll learn it."

"do you know arctic monkeys?"

"i do."

"can you play do i wanna know?" you say, smiling.

"yes ma'am." karissa says, plugging in her electric guitar. she runs her fingers down the fretboard, and plays the riff.

you clap, as karissa finishes. "that was so good, holy shit."

she laughs, "was it?"

"it was so good. seriously. i loved it." you say, smiling.

"you wanna watch a movie or something?" karissa asks, putting her guitar back on the wall mount, and moving her amplifier.

"yeah sure!"

"you can pick the genre, love."

"okay. how about a rom-com? or a horror?"

"oh god. not anything too freaky."

"whyyy, you scared?" you ask, grabbing the remote from the coffee table. "let's watch texas chainsaw."

"fuck no."

you laugh, "you're funny."

"yeah and you're funny if you think i'm watching texas chainsaw fucking massacre."

"i'll protect you. keep you safe." you say,  clicking on tubi.

"popcorn?" karissa asks, getting out of the room as soon as the movie starts.