My Heart In Your Hands.

Paint Your Face, Tonight We Terrorize This Town.

- Two and a half months forward-

"Hey, Kar, I'm gonna go over to Louie's, okay?" Manny said, picking up her car keys.

"Alright, I'll probably just hang out. Maybe video chat with Chris," I said and she laughed.

"Okay, I'll see you later," she said and left. I went to my room and changed. Even though it was February, our apartment somehow managed to be as hot as a sauna. After changing into slightly slutty shorts(who cares, I was alone), I went back out to the living room and grabbed my phone.

It was eery and sort of scary being here alone. Manny's uncle used to make jokes about people dying here, I never believed it, but when you're home alone, your mind plays tricks on you. I was kind of expecting Michael Myers to come and kill me. So you'll imagine how freaked out I was when someone grabbed me and put there hand on my mouth.

I lost it. I kicked my legs out behind me and bit down on the intruder's hand. They cried out in pain and let go of me immediately. I was about to kick their ass until I saw deep brown eyes and perfectly drawn on eyebrows.

"Oh my god Chris," I said, feeling bad. Then I punched him in the chest. "You asshole! You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were some ax murderer! What the hell are you doing here?"

"We decided to come home earlier. Did you really have to kick me? You hit me in the balls," he said. That made me feel bad. I pulled him in for a hug and he bent forward, putting his head on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry Chris," I said, patting his head. "That's why you don't scare me."

With that I let him go but he just stood there in front of me.

"What?" I asked. He was staring at my legs.

"Umm, go put some pants on. We're going out," he said. I sighed.

"But I just changed out of them," I whined. He pointed down the hall.

"Go."

I obeyed but stomped like a three-year-old that didn't get her way. Which made Chris laugh. I put on split skinny jeans, one-half black the other striped, and black boot heels, which went nicely with my rib cage tank top.

 "Okay, where are we going?" I asked walking out to the living room.

"Starbucks?"

"It's too late for coffee," I respond.

"It's never too late for coffee," he said with a grin. After sighing loudly, I nod and we went outside.

Since Manny and I don't live that far from Starbucks, we walked. I shivered at the cold air as we started to walk. We passed a few guys about a block away from my house and they were staring at us.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to stare?" I said and they scoffed.

"Ignorance," Chris said.

"Faggot," one of the guys said, of course the biggest one, and I stopped.

"What did you just call him?" I asked, turning around and looking at the group. They turned around too.

"Kari, who cares, let's go," Chris said. I shook my head.

"No fuck that. I care. What the fuck did you just call him?" I questioned, taking a step towards him.

"I called him a faggot," he said and the others laughed.

I rose an eyebrow. "Who the fuck gave you the right to say that about him? Just 'cause he's different. No. No thank you. I'm not taking that shit. Fuck you."

"This guy better get his bitch under control," one of the guys said. I laughed sarcastically. Chris was beside me instantly.

"You must think you're all big and bad for taking shit to a girl," I said. Chris put his arm in front of me and pushed me back a little bit.

"Don't you dare call her that again," he said, anger very evident in his voice.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" The guy questioned, stepping towards Chris. Chris towered over him, it was kind of stupid for this guy to try and start anything. I pushed Chris back this time.

"Kick your ass," Chris said. Oh great. What did I just do?

The small guy laughed and looked back at his friends. I saw his arm rise and he swung at Chris. Chris dodged it and, being the dumb ass that I am, I shoved the guy. Hard. He crashed to the ground. Chris grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. I tried to fight him off.

"That's right, run away faggot," the big guy said.

"Your friend just got knocked down by a girl, your argument is invalid," I said, finally just laying over Chris' shoulder like Santa's bag of presents.

"Freaks," the one I knocked down called.

"Thank you," Chris and I said in unison. I giggled slightly, but in my head I regretted it. Chris almost got in a fight, shit he almost got punched because of me and my big mouth.

Once we were about a block from Starbucks, Chris stopped and put me down. I groaned, trying to gain my balance.

"I was enjoying that, I could've taken a nap," I said with a laugh. Chris' face was serious.

"If that situation ever comes up again, you don't say a fucking word," he said, slightly angry. The smile immediately fell from my face. Wow, controlling, I said in my head.

"But, I was sticking up for you. That guy had no right to say that about you," I said, defensive.

"I don't need you to stick up for me Kari. I get called that every day I don't care. I was worried about you. I don't know what could've happened to you," he said, his eyes softening.

"Hey, I'm fine." I started to walk towards Starbucks. Chris grabbed my arm.

"Promise me, Kari. Next time, not a word," he said.

"Fine," I said and started walking towards Starbucks again.

In my head, though I knew that I would take down a million guys like that to defend Chris. He just meant that much to me.

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"So when did you guys get here?" I asked Chris as we took our seats at a table with our coffees.

"Right before I came to see you," he said with a grin.

"Really? You came to see me first?" I asked. He nodded. "Don't you have a girlfriend though?"

He took a drink then shook his head. "No. Umm, we broke up this morning."

"The one time we don't talk," I told him, placing my hand on his, trying to ignore the electric currents going through me. This was shocking. I could tell when he talked about her that she really meant something to him. And now it's just over. "I'm sorry Chris. What happened?"

"I don't know. I guess the touring and being apart for so long wasn't working," he said, sad. I frowned.

How can you let the distance bother you? If you really love someone, you find a way to make it work, no matter what. And for Chris? Shit, I'd do whatever it took if that were me. How you can just leave someone because they're not constantly with you is ridiculous. And how could she do that to Chris?

"I'm sorry," I repeated. He shrugged.

"It's alright," he said, putting on a fake smile. "Besides, I kinda have my eye on someone else."

At that I smiled, at least he didn't dwell on this girl. She obviously wasn't worth it. But once again, jealousy took over. Why does my heart hate me?

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This chapter was kind of shitty. Only thing significant is Chris coming home. I thought it would be cool for Kari to yell at someone. So she did. And also, pertaining to the sidebar gif, am I the only girl seriously jealous of the blonde chick in the 'America' music video? The one Chris has his hands all over? I'd probably faint if he just hugged me, my heart would stop beating if I was her. xD