My Heart In Your Hands.

My Day With Chris Motionless (Sort Of).

I slowly got out of bed and walked over to my closet, I was still exhausted but I needed to get ready for my day. I pulled a pair of Misfit leggings and a black shirt out and went to the bathroom.

After finishing my shower and doing my hair I did my makeup. Last, I did my eyebrows. Or, tried to do my eyebrows.

A loud knock on the door made me jump, ruining the eyebrow I was working hard on. I groaned. It was always this one that gave me problems.

I heard Chris' voice and I smiled. I was rubbing off the messed up one when I heard footsteps come down the hall and saw him.

"Hey," I said, flashing a smile.

"Whatcha doin'?" He asked. I turned so he could see my face. "Oh."

"I can't ever get them the same," I said, frustrated. He stepped towards me and turned my face so he could look at the one I had drawn. He grabbed the pencil out of my hand. "What are you doing?"

"Helping. Sit on the counter," he said and I obeyed. I slid onto the counter and turned my head so he could get a clean shot.

"How do you get yours so perfect?" I asked.

"Lots of practice. And mine aren't quite as thick. They're kinda just a line," he said, his eyes never leaving the space were my eyebrow was going to be.

"Yeah, well I've been doing it for four years and I still mess up," I said. He lifted the pencil and shrugged.

"Did you do them last night?" He asked. I nodded. "They looked good to me."

I smiled at the slight compliment. He moved the pencil back and forth a few more times then stopped.

"How do you draw them on? Do you do the outline the color them in?" He questioned. I nodded again. He went back to drawing. "That's what you're doing wrong. Just draw lines, one right above the other depending on how thick you want them. That's what I do."

With that he stepped back, turning my head again then grinned in success.

"Okay," he said, moving so I could turn and look. It was perfect. I smiled.

"Thank you," I said. He nodded. I gave him a hug to show my appreciation. He seemed taken aback at first but returned the embrace.

"So," he started after we pulled away from the hug. "What do you wanna do?"

We decided to go to Starbucks. The whole time we didn't really talk about anything in particular, just jumped around on subjects. Something he said, however, shocked me.

"You know Kari, I'd love to hang out more when we get back," he said. I bit my lip. Maybe it was time to tell him about Kyran.

"Yeah, Chris, I'd love to but, I think you should know that I, uh, have a boyfriend," I said. He smiled.

"That's cool, I have a girlfriend," he said and I smiled in return. In my head, though, jealousy sunk in. I don't know why but it did. I didn't let it show.

What did I have to be jealous of? I barely knew this guy. Plus, I had a boyfriend.

But it was Chris Motionless; I've been fawning over him since I came across his band. I felt like I knew him better than I knew myself.

But, then again, it was Chris Motionless. He was dark and mysterious. And so sexy. But calm and sweet and so unknown. Everything about him drew me in. Not just his looks, oh no, but his mind. I wanted to get in his head, wanted to know what he was thinking. He was so well-spoken and so intelligent.

Here I go rambling. What did I know? Everything I think could be a lie.

But I'd love to find out.

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This one was sort of short, too, but I felt like it would be nice to kind of show what Kari thought of Chris and put it out there that she had a boyfriend. The next few chapters won't have Chris very much, not to say he won't be in them at all, but Kuza will be in all of them. It'll get better and things will pick up. The chemistry between Kari and Chris just becomes too much for them to handle. Oh, I'm excited.(: