Upon A Dream (Sequel to A Beauty and the Tragedy)

Chapter Fifteen: The Story of Us

Hey guys! So here it is! In this chapter you will learn how Will and Irina became a thing. Warning there may be some suggestive content ahead! Also it's long...but when is it not.... Enjoy!

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"The story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now...the end." The Story of Us by Taylor Swift

Irina

The next morning I awoke to a soft light coming from the window. The morning sun slowly peeked through the curtains (not especially bright considering my window faced the North side of the house). I shifted slowly, my head on Chris' pale chest. He groaned and moved. 

"Are you awake?" I looked up at him and nodded slowly. He ran his fingers through my hair and I smiled. "How'd you sleep?" "Pretty good...you wore me out." He laughed as I sat up. 

"Well I don't know about you but I've got some serious post-sex munchies." I let out a giggle and he squeezed my chin. My hair fell over my bare chest as I looked at him. 

"I love you." he said, sitting up. "I love you too." He gently took my arm and placed a kiss on it. "All of you." I smiled in spite of myself. 

"I'm gonna go make us some breakfast." "I'll be in the shower if you need me." I said, standing up. "Is that an invitation?" he asked coyly from the doorway. "That interpretation is entirely up to you." 

After my shower, I went downstairs in a sleeveless sundress. Chris was at the counter, a different song playing this time. 

"Show me, show me, show me, how you do that trick-" He turned to see me. "The one that makes me scream she said." I started to laugh as he held out the wooden spoon at me. 

A bit of white goo dropped to the floor. "Shit." He grabbed a napkin and dropped it on the floor. I laughed and started down the hallway towards the room next to Penelope's office. 

I unlocked the door and pushed the door to touch the frame. The sun shone in, the light purple walls glaring at me. I swallowed hard and walked over to the piano. A sudden burst of inspiration had appeared to me at 2 AM but I was too tangled up with Chris to act on it. 

I pushed the lid up and scooted onto the ancient bench. Memories flashed across my mind, the feeling of happiness: the closest I had been to my mother was when I sat at this piano. I sighed as levitated my fingers over the keys and then pulled them to my chin in a knot. I glanced to my right at the memorabilia from my days in school. 

Awards, medals, photos, certificates: all in music of course. A Phantom of the Opera poster hung in the center all of them. I swallowed hard and shuffled the music that rested against the piano. 

Something slipped out and smacked my thigh. I flipped over the thick paper and caught my breath. It was a picture of Will and I. We were standing, my arms wrapped around his neck smiling wildly at the camera. He stood with a crooked smile, a beer in one hand and a blunt hanging from his lips. Dark make up painted my eyes, just the way he liked it. I was wearing his leather jacket, the smell suddenly rushing upon me and making me dizzy.

 I dropped the picture on the wood top of the piano and began to play. Memories danced across my mind. Will. 

Chris. 

Will. 

Chris. 

My fingers danced over the piano's keys the sounds filling the room. I closed my eyes. Will's eyes, then Chris'. Blue then brown. Those lips: Will's chapped and Chris' with those piercings that I had bitten down on. 

I heard a creak and immediately jumped. The piano made a sour note as I whipped around to see Chris. He was leaning against the doorway, quietly cursing before I addressed him.