My Heart In Your Hands.

It's All Because Of You.

-A few days later-

"You need to clean your house," I said, looking at the floor.

"Oh shush," Chris said with a laugh.

"This is horrible," I said, picking things up off the floor. "Wait, why am I here again?"

"You left your favorite shirt there or something, I don't know," he said.

"Oh right," I said, walking up the stairs and into his room. "Jesus Christ Chris, what the hell did you do to your room?"

He chuckled. "It was like that when I left."

"I don't remember it being this bad," I said truthfully, scanning the room. "Okay, I'm cleaning this shit, I'll call you in a little bit."

"No, don't do that, I'll clean it when I get home in a couple days," he said.

"I won't be able to sleep if I don't," I said. "I'll talk to you later."

Right before I hung up I heard him faintly say, "Baby, don't-"

I had to clean this place. It was horrible. It looked like six tornadoes hit it. My OCD was going haywire right now. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and started trying to organize things in this room. But I stopped, looking around and scratching near the seem of Chris' 'You Fake Motherfucker' shirt that I stole last time I was here. I wasn't quite sure if the clothes he had on the floor were dirty, so I just assumed they were and tried to search his house for the washing machine.

I eventually found it and his room looked beautiful, so I moved to the living room. I swear it was worse than his room. The coffee table was covered with random papers and chinese food boxes from two weeks before he left.

"Oh god Chris, that's nasty," I said, plugging my nose and throwing it in the trash bag I had grabbed. When I was fixing the papers on the table, I saw something different. A notebook that was open to a page with writing scribbled on it. I looked at it and the top was labelled 'Infamous'. They were lyrics. I grinned.

Only a few lines were written but I liked what he had. I was assuming it was the chorus, but I could be wrong. It said:
"Never asked to be a model citizen for your decor
Even if you played the part I wouldn't fuck you for the score
So step up to the plate and take your best fucking shot
But it will never break the skin 'cause I am something that you're not, fool
I don't care what you have to say, it makes no difference
It's all because of you, we're fucking infamous."

I smiled and put the notebook down, not looking to see if there was anything else written. I looked around and noticed that this place needed to be vacuumed. If only I knew where it was. I grabbed my phone and clicked on Chris' name.

Me: Where's your vacuum?

Chris: Stop cleaning my house.

Me: No. TELL ME WHERE YOUR DAMN VACUUM IS!

Chris: In the closet by the door.

Me: Thank you.(:

I grabbed it and vacuumed thoroughly. The floor was actually a pretty ivory color when it was clean. I laughed. You'd think everything in Chris' house would be black.

I was a little cautious to go into the kitchen, but it was the cleanest place in the house. Only a few dishes were on the counter and an empty cup from Starbucks. I cleaned the dishes quickly, dried them off and put them away in the cabinets. By that time the washer was done and I needed to put another load in. I was bent forward, throwing clothes into the dryer when I heard a door click.

'It's just Chris, it's just Chris,' I kept telling myself. 'He likes freaking you out, remember.'

I continued to put things in the dryer when I heard footsteps behind me and saw Misfits shoes.

"I can see your feet," I said, smiling.

"Damn it. I wanted to freak you out," he said. I finished putting things in the dryer and turned it on.

"Do you remember what happened last time?" I asked, turning to face him.

"Yeah you kicked me in the- wow," he said. I was afraid I had something on my face or something when I realized I was lacking what I usually had on my face: makeup. I looked down. "Look at me," he said, trying to lift my chin. He succeeded. "You look amazing."

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up, I look horrible."

He shook his head and pulled me into his arms. He planted a soft kiss on my lips then pulled back enough to look at me. His hands went to my cheek and slid back to underneath my ear. "You're beautiful."

Butterflies bubbled up in my stomach. It was the first time he has ever called me that.

"I'm no rose," I said, looking down. I believe roses to be the most perfect, beautiful thing in the world. Natures most beautiful feature. Red roses, to be specific.

He kissed me again then very quietly, under his breath, said, "You're my rose."

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Sorry if there's things misspelled. I wanted to post this before I had to leave so I couldn't edit it. I hope you like.(: