Incompatible

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by olipoppy

by olipoppy

Arabella POV

I wake up with a mind-blowing headache which feels like I've been bashed in the head with a hammer. I always dreaded this day whether you know it or not. Its 12:30 in the afternoon, there's nothing to do.

I check my phone a see two missed calls from Andy. Eh, I'll call him back later.

My best bet of feeling better is making some greasy food, but smelling the food halfway to the kitchen, Devin beat me to it.

And there sits Chris. He looks sad. Why?

"Hey," I smile softly sitting across from him. "You okay?,"

Such a dumb question...

"You could have just called and said you already made plans. I stood out there for at least an hour. It feels so bad to get stood up, Bells. And you don't even care,"

I turn back to him. "I do care, Chris. I wasn't fit for the movies. I was too drunk," I trail off.

Devin turns to face us. "I'll leave you two alone,"

Chris waits till' he leaves us alone in the kitchen before sitting next to me. "So, did you decide to go to wherever you went before or after I asked you out?"

"After..."

"Wow. You just said fuck me huh? I didn't matter enough to you right?"

I grab his face so that he's facing me and place my hand softly on his cheek. His eyes bore into mine. He bites his lip and looks away sighing. This time, I place both my hands on his face, cupping his cheeks.

"Not true,"

"So why then?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I promise I'll make it up to you,"

He removes my hands from his face and goes to the front door to leave. "I'm going to go home. I'll see you Monday. Hopefully the new guy won't get to you first,"

"No, stay. I want you to,"

His eyes gaze into mine with rue and I smile. "You...want me to stay?"

"I do. How surprising! I'm at lost with words. You sure you don't want to go out drinking with your new best buddy. I wouldn't want to be a bother,"

"Stop it, Chris,"

I pull him up to my room, push him down onto my bed and straddle him. I kiss his lips forcefully and he kisses back. His hands move up from my waist to my boobs and he gives them a tight squeeze earning a moan from me. I start to unbuckle his belt but he pushes me away and wipes his mouth.

"No. We can't do this. Not right now. I'm going home. Don't try to stop me," And so I don't. What was I thinking.

(A/N: Its a little somethin' somethin'. But um yeah. About that little makeout session! What was that!? I didn't see that coming either!)