A month goes by like that and I don't see Chris again. I even sometimes doubt myself and wonder if everything was just one of my stupid dreams, or that I created everything up in my head, but the constant and nosy text from my sister asking if Chris and I are still talking reminds me that yes, Chris is in fact real. I tried stalking him on Facebook and Twitter and all the social medias, but there's way to many Chris Hautmens in this world that I just gave up at one point. I blame myself for not getting his number. After the encounter with Chris I realize how much I've been missing out on life. Obviously it won't change me into a whole different outgoing person but I notice myself yearning for something new to happen, and for mostly Chris to end up at my door step again.
It's the second week of August, Friday night, 10:16 pm. Like every Friday of the second week of each month I lie on my bed and listen to the loud music. I'm just laying here for the same thing to happen again, at ten thirty someone will call the police and everything will stop, and the next morning it would be like any other boring day. Last month was an exception, it wasn't going to happen again. At least I thought.
I hear a knock. A loud and clear knock at my door. Second time a person tried to come in on this particular day. No, the party is still going, no the police didn't come yet, and no it's not a stranger yelling "Alicia", but a straight up knock, three consistent knocks on my door. I secretly hope it's Chris on the other side. No, I don't secretly hope it's Chris. I blatantly hope it's him as I swing open my door.
And yes, I was right. It was Chris, the same Chris I met last month, but his clothes are different, his chin is stubbleless, and he seems fairly composed. But what catches my attention the most are the tear stains on his cheeks. In fact another puddle of tears threatens to spill over, and it is barely holding up in his blood shot eyes. He still reeks of alcohol, but overall he just seems so...helpless.
"Oh Chris," I don't ask him anything instead I immediately approach him and hug him tightly. He hugs me back even tighter.
"I don't know what to do. I don't know what to feel anymore." He sobs on my shoulder as I pat him on the back, trying to soothe him.
"It's okay Chris, it's okay to cry, let it all out." I coo. (A/N: Coo is such a weird word!)
After what feels like 5 minutes or so, his sobs turn into sniffles and he lets go of his tight grasp. And he laughs.
"Usually in the movies it's the other way around, the girl crying on the boy's shoulder."
"Well fuck movies, right?" That was the first thing that came up to my head and I immediately cringe. I'm literally the best comforter in the whole world. Notice the sarcasm here.
But Chris thinks differently. He laughs, a genuine, loud and hearty laugh, and the skin around his eyes crinkle. "That comment just made my night a whole lot better."
I take this chance to invite him inside. "Well, I might have a theory that maybe ice-cream and Netflix could cheer you up even more, what do you say?" I raise my eyebrow.
"Sounds like a pretty legit theory to me,"
I smile a toothy grin and open up the door all the way to let him in.
He sits on the couch and scrolls through my Netflix account while I prepare some ice-cream. I carefully dig three scoops of the chocolate ice-cream into the two bowls. If Chris wasn't here I would just bring the whole tub with me, but because I don't want Chris to think I'm some pig who over indulges in fatty foods, I limit my portion.
"What's taking you so long? Just bring the whole tub," he calls out from the couch.
"Fuck yeah," I say to myself and dump all the scoops back into the ice-cream tub. Just for good measures, I make some popcorn too.
We finally agree on the movie, the Avengers, and we learned that both of our favorite superhero is Iron Man.
The movie ends, and the credits roll in, and I feel satisfied as ever. We almost finish the bucket full of ice-cream, the movie was fantastic, and throughout the whole movie I was sitting next to a very attractive young male. What could possibly be better?
We both sit on the couch until the end scene of the movie came on when the Avengers were eating burgers and frenchfries at a wrecked burger house. I stifle my giggle and say "That's my favorite scene of the entire movie."
I expect a laugh or a comment from Chris, but he is oddly quiet. I turn my head to see Chris leaning in towards me, and his face is really close to mine. My heart almost jumped out of my chest and I jerk back. "Jeez Chris you scared me!" I say.
I try to play it cool. "What's up?" I ask.
He doesn't reply though, instead he leans even closer to me until he is hovering over my body and I'm leaning against the couch arm. Our lips are literally two centimeters away from each other and I completely freeze.
He hesitates for a second, but only a second as he places his lips on mine.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
YOOOOOOOO CHAPTER FOUR AND GOING STRONG
so I decided to make my own cover cause I was really desperate. (it was actually really fun tbh) What do you guys think? Good? Bad?
AND GUYS
DONT FORGET TO COMMENT AND VOTE AND ALL THAT ISH IT WOULD HELP ME OUT A BUNCH since I'm starting out new and stuff:) I also want to know your guys' opinion on the story:)) good? Bad? So so?
NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE IN CHRIS'S POV SO GET READY MY CHILDREN MWAHAHAHA okAy im done here lol.
bYe!
YOU ARE READING
Letting Go
Teen Fiction"Let go of your tears, past, grief, let go of the world if you have to. But promise me one thing Lilly, that no matter what happens, you won't ever let go of one thing." "What's that?" I look to him with tears blurring my vision. "Me," his soft fing...
