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Shambolicity

I felt a fair of familar, meaty hands gently shake me awake. I shrieked, my eyes popping open as I saw Chris' familiar figure looming over me. He cradled me, whispering soothing words into my ear. I screamed and pulled away, tearing myself out of the bed altogether and tumbling roughly onto the ground. Chris looked about as startled as I did. It was so much to process, so I covered my ears and rocked my body, trying to connect the dots. Apparently, I had an extremely surreal and vivid dream. Chris never actually said those words, none of that really happened. It was just a TERRIBLE dream. But either way, dreams had to do with the minds' thoughts. So, deep in my mind, I feared the absolute worst thing ever. I glanced at Chris through the corner of my eye. He looked worried, his eyes full of concern. His arm was extended in an offer for me to take his hand. It was weird. The nightmare felt worse then what actually happened in real life to Ivan. My back ached from Chris' imaginary kick in the dream. But it was probably just cramps. I dismissed the thought of Chris actually turning. Finally, I decided Chris wasn't guilty of pretending he loved me ; he probably DID love me..for real.

Finally, I unwrapped my arms from around my knees and rose, shakily grasping Chris' hand. I wandered to him, sitting in his lap and wrapping my thin arms around his broad shoulders, crying into him. At first he was silent, then he began cooing soft words into my ear. I finished my cries and explained to him the awful nightmare. It was indescribable. After I finished, Chris was in stony silence. He just nodded. I hoped he wasn't hurt. I sniffled. Suddenly, he gently but firmly grasped my shoulders and pulled me into a rough kiss. His and I's heads pressed and bumped, my hands creeping up his bulky frame and fingers combing his hair. His meaty hands wrapped around my shoulders and pressed me like a magnet to him. Finally, I pulled away. We were both silent for a moment.

His eyes glowed with a fire of yearning. He was leaning forward, as if contemplating another steamy make out session. I looked away, starting to break into sobs. He wrinkled his brow before remembering I had a nightmare. Pulling me close, he let his head rest as a burden on my shoulder. "If it makes you feel any better, I stayed up all night watching you sleep. I'm such a stalker." He grinned and broke into a laugh. I smiled, chuckling along with him. "How are my parents NOT hearing anything?" I asked quietly, stretching my legs out. "The whole house is soundproof, they won't hear a THING. EVEN if they are RIGHT outside the door, which is tightly shut." Replied a smiling Chris, as he gazed down at me in adoration. I pulled away from him, sighing. "Chris.. I.. theres.. I mean.." Chris wrinkled his brow, a small and rare frown crossing his face. "Hm..?" He said in a deepish voice. "You're.. weird. Like, you have weird..fits. No offense, though. Yesterday you seemed mad. Tonight you seem.. madly in love." I watched his reaction carefully, hoping he wouldn't be offended.

"Well.. in the.. Deceits I er.. was The Disguise. I could be anyone I wanted, I prided myself on being so good at convincing other people I was the person I was pretending to be. I could also disguise anyone to be whoever they wanted. That's why everyone thinks I'm dead. Even if I were to ditch the mascarades ane what not, people probably forgot about Chris Mairsten. Because they all think Chris Mairsten is dead. Very few people know." Blinking he paused before remembering his point. "The point is, I somehow just automatically slip into random disguises. So..in a way..yes. I have...fits. But I MUCH rather prefer Masks of Emotion. I guess that... whoever truley loves me will love me for me. And she wont even mind the Masks of Emotion." I beamed at him, cracking my tensed knuckles. "Good, because I will eternally love you for you." He grinned and said loudly: "You tell anyone I can be this romantic, you are D-E-A-D. DEAD!" I blinked slightly perplexed but relaxed when he started laughing. We both slowly fell silent, leaning towards each other. My phone buzzed, letting an abrupt, catchy jingle play that caused both of us to jump. I sighed and checked it. I had about a million texts from Maia and Bella. How are you coping with The Truth? Said one, by Bella. Is Chris nice? Read another, by Maia. Ari, you'll be perf. Things will turn out fine.. That one was said by bothof them, except they each used different wording.