Can't Be Touched

La Bomba

Chris in multimedia!

*Kayla's POV*
~1 week later (Wednesday)~

It was probably 9 o'clock in the morning when I woke up. It was Wednesday again so I was very much excited to spend the day with Chris.

He promised that we'd go someplace nice for Wednesday dinner. Told me to dress up in my favorite clothes.

I was laying in the bunk right below Ricky's. I could barely see the light coming through the windows.

I burrowed deeper into my abyss of fuzzy blankets. Chris had yet to fix the heat in the bus and I got cold quite easy. Call me crazy but, if it's below 80 degrees, I'm freezing.

I could hear clanking in the kitchen, which could only mean that Ghost was awake and piddling around in the kitchen. No one else woke up this early. In fact, I usually woke up at eight, not nine.

I looked around my dark bunk. Purple Christmas lights framed the ceiling of it and created a very pretty atmosphere. The small TV hanging at the foot of my bunk was muted while Will & Grace episodes played on repeat.

I yawned and stretched out my arms before getting up. I shivered and tugged my blanket close around me. Even in pajama pants, a long sleeve shirt, fuzzy socks and Chris' hoodie I just couldn't keep warm.

I was right when I said Ghost was in the kitchen. He was standing with his hair all fluffed up and tangled, pouring cereal into a bowl. He gave me a tiny smile before returning to his breakfast.

I yawned again and began cooking Chris and I's white chocolate pancakes. I made sure to cook enough for all of us this time. Vinny was upset because he didn't get any last time. 

Ghost and I fell into a comfortable silence quite easily. He ate his cereal and I cooked breakfast for six hungry men. Ghost preferred to save his pancakes for post show snack.

I smiled and began to fall into habit of humming my favorite tune.

The reason why my heart breaks
falling as she walks away
The reason why my heart breaks
Oh, she would die for me

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*Chris' POV*

Warmth. Devoured by everything around me. I loved that feeling. That feeling of waking up in the morning, consumed by the warm blankets. I never wanted to move from that peaceful place.

I felt her hand push back my hair. I had to suppress a smile. She woke me up every morning and each morning it felt somewhat different. Although one feeling remained the same. The feeling of being loved.

Her hands were tiny, cold against my face. She caressed my jaw before she placed her hand on my shoulder.

"Chris. Christopher." she whispered my name and shook my shoulder gently. I faked a yawn and opened up my eyes to look at her.

Her faded pink hair was toppled into a bun and her face was bare of makeup. I smiled a little when I saw she was wearing my Vampira Ghoul Gang jacket. It was her favorite jacket of mine and it swallowed her tiny frame.

"I made pancakes, sausage and i laid out fresh rasberries. Everyone is awake and in the kitchen. Do you want me to make your plate and bring it to you?"

"No, no. I need to wake up anyways. Plus, I'd feel bad having you bring me breakfast in bed. You did it for me last Wednesday." I got up from my bunk and streched my arms and legs.

"You're such a stubborn old man."

"And you're a persistent child." I smirked at my comeback and she just rolled her eyes before laughing at me.