Finally finished this chapter. I must say, this one was quite fun to write... Don't forget to vote, comment and give me feedback. But you must know that already because I jabber on about it at the start of every chapter. ;)
R E C K L E S S . . .
CHAPTER ELEVEN-
“What are you doing here, Chrissy?” I asked curiously, cocking my head to one side and looking at him with complete interest.
He ran a hand through his dark brown hair, scrutinising me with his deep grey eyes. “You’re drunk, aren’t you? Otherwise you’d have at least tried to punch me by now.”
“I don’t know why everyone keeps on saying I’m drunk. I feel perfectly fine,” I insisted.
Chris laughed and patted a space beside him on the bed. “Come have a seat, Annie. I just want to talk to you.” Something in his glinting eyes told me that he didn’t just want to talk, but I sat down next to him anyway. To hell with actually thinking things through. “How are you?” he said.
I started to giggle inexplicably, rocking backwards and forwards. “Drunk.”
“You said you weren’t drunk!” he complained.
“I said that I feel perfectly fine, Chrissy, not that I wasn’t drunk.”
He started to laugh again, looking at me appreciatively. “You’re so much better when you’re drunk, Anne. You’re a lot nicer... you don’t hate me half as much.”
“But I’m not drunk,” I whined.
“You just said you were!”
“Since when have you actually believed me?” I countered, smiling up at him innocently.
“True,” he mused.
I contemplated my hands for a moment as if my fingernails were the most interesting things in the world. “I am drunk though.”
He groaned exasperatedly. “You’re far too confusing, Annie. You do know that, right? One second you’re saying one thing, then the next you’re saying the exact opposite.”
“I wouldn’t be talking to you if I wasn’t drunk,” I pointed out. It was true, a small voice in the back of my head was yelling for me to sprint out of the room right at that moment but my thoughts were too distorted for me to actually listen to it. “So what did you want to talk about, anyway? I don’t have all night.”
“Us,” he answered, looking almost shy.
I was taken aback. “Us? There’s a us?”
“Not really, but I’d like there to be.”
I burst out into fits of uncontrollable giggles. I opened my mouth to try to talk to him but then the giggles overwhelmed me again and I fell back onto the bed, gasping for breath while I rolled around hysterically. Chris eyed me curiously from over his shoulder, still sat on the side of the bed with his feet on the floor and his hands loosely gripping onto the sides of the mattress.
After several more attempts of trying to control my hysterics I managed to partially calm down and sit up again, taking a deep and calming breath as I did so.
“So,” I said sincerely, trying to regain the conversation. “What were we talking about again?” My mind had gone completely blank and I couldn’t remember what he had said before I had started to laugh. Something funny, I thought. Maybe he’d said a joke? “I like jokes,” I said to Chris after a few seconds of silence.
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