French Vanilla Kisses

Chapter 20: Aunt Jenny

♥ Christopher Riley's POV ♥

Creek!

The front door of Luke's house is very noisy when you want to surprise someone with a French Vanilla coffee. If you think I'm going to surprise Krysta then you're correct. I was so dedicated into surprising her that I told her that I was coming back next week, she's going to be so shocked.

I watch Krysta (who hasn't noticed me yet) coming downstairs, holding her coffee with both of my hands. I wouldn't want to make her spill her coffee again but then again that's how we met in the first place.

"Christopher," she murmured, running to embrace me.

Luckily, I quickly catch her, hugging her back with one hand and holding her coffee in the other. I bury my face into her shoulder, making me feel safer than I have been my whole life. This is why I have such strong feelings for her because I know that I could always feel safe with her and can tell her everything about me and my life without her being disgusted with me.

"I got you something," I said, slowly letting her go.

Once I show her her coffee, she covers her mouth then hugs me again but this time its tighter.

"As much as I would hate to kill the mood of all of this," Luke said behind me. "Aunt Jenny invited us all to dinner and that includes you too, Christopher."

Luke gives me a hug then lets go after a second. The only thing I heard about their Aunt Jenny was that they lived with her after their parents died. I know what's its like to lose a parent but I couldn't imagine losing both of them, that would ruin me for eternity.

"Luke, my head hurts," Krysta complained, grabbing her head.

"That's what happens when you play beer pong with boys you don't know," Luke scolded. "You end up getting something more than vodka."

Krysta played beer pong? She probably did behind Luke's back and got caught because last time we went to the beach, Luke wouldn't let her play it then got defensive about it. It's a friendly game until some group of boys spikes your liquor and you get a massive headache the next morning.

"I could make some banana milkshake," I blurted. "It helps with the bad headache."

"Please do," Krysta slightly grinned.

I head to the kitchen, unpeeling the bananas and place it into the blender that fill up about half of the blender. My old man taught me this the first time I got drunk at an after party my freshman year and that's one of the things that I miss about him, he was chill about almost everything. I grab the gallon of milk and ice cream, placing it in the blender then turning it on. I can tell that it hurts Krysta's head by the way she's covering her ears. One should do the trick.

"One banana milkshake," I grinned, pouring the milkshake and handing it to Krysta.

Krysta chugged it down like her life depended on it. Her head must've hurt more than I thought.

"I need more."

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"How do I look?" Krysta asked, running her hands down her white dress.

"You look fine," I shrugged. What I really wanted to say is that she looks beautiful as a first spring flower. That brought my masculinity down to a whole another level, I know. I can't help that she makes me soft and makes me want to give her my all.

"Awe," Hailey squealed, covering her mouth with her hands. "You look so cute in my dress!"

Hailey goes up to Krysta, playing with the bottom of her dress.