Homecoming

Dunder Mifflin Goodbyes

Two days had passed from the day all of MIW had returned home last Friday. We haven't gotten any time to see Brandon; he called Chris on Wednesday after everyone left and explained that he needed to return home after account of a family emergency. 

"Chris?" you called out, rolling over in bed in hopes of seeing your boyfriend still asleep. He wasn't there, so you got worried. You slowly began crawling out of the dark purple satin sheets on the very large bed; your legs dangled off the side of the bed. You sat there for two or three minutes to wake yourself before slipping into your red Mickey Mouse slippers Chris bought for you when you two went to Disney World for your twentieth birthday. 

When you got up out of bed and made your way to the door, you gripped the chrome doorknob; you called for Chris again before he finally answered, "In the kitchen!" 

"Why was he in the kitchen?" you asked yourself.

You couldn't smell anything burning, so that was good; you knew he wasn't reinacting an episode of Jackass with the guys.

When you walked into the fairly small kitchen built for two, you smelt pancakes... AND THEY SMELT GOOD!! Chris was at the end of the table placing pancakes on two blood red porcelin plates he took from the box, still left from when you two moved into the house.

"Morning!" he announced. You were still rubbing your eyes as it was only seven in the morning. He walked over to you, placed his hands on your lower back, and kissed your forehead.

"Why was he cooking, and why was he in a suit?" you asked yourself.

"(y/n), this is our last day together before I depart to go on tour again." he said, still holding you in his arms. 

He always did stuff like this, but never THIS nice! He took your small hand, and led you to a chair at the shiny black table. Once you sat down, he pushed your chair in and made his way to the chair across from yours.

"You're so pretty!" he said as he put a knife to one of his pancakes on his plate. 

You, still kind of tired, just smiled and began eating the pancakes that were fantastic! After eating you felt so full; grabbing Chris' hand, leading him into the living room. The lights were still off and Chris couldn't turn them on because you pounced on him like a kitty and pinned his shoulders to the couch before kissing him.

"I love you." he said when you two finally released from the kiss. 

"I love you more!" you said before jumping over his lap to get the TV remote. Hours after watching The Office on BBC for a few hours, Chris got a call from Ryan. 

After Chris hung up, he looked at you for a few minutes with a serious expression on his face. "What's up?" you asked, still sipping your coffee out of an AFI mug you recieved from Ricky for Christmas last year.

"Ryan got a call from our manager, Josh." he started, as if you didn't know Josh. He wants us to do a signing at Vintage Vinyl tonight at seven." 

"Awesome!" you retaliated with a huge smile. You grew up going to Vintage Vinyl, it was ten minutes away from your house as a child. 

"Yeah, it is kinda cool! And since it's a few thousand miles away..." he began jokingly. '...we can stay with your parents. I'm sure they wouldn't mind the guys hanging around."

"Well, if we wanna get there at any point today, we'll have to leave now." you suggested.

Once you both agreed on leaving, you two headed upstairs to pack a few small things for the drive and then you got a call. It was from Jessica.

"What did she hae to say at eight in the morning?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Um... she, Kylie, and Allie want to have 'girls weekend' since you won't be here.' you replied, affraid of what comes next.

"Sounds... intresting." Chris replied. "Yeah, go; have fun!" 

You were going to surely miss your boyfriend this time, but he would want you to be happy. So you simply smiled, kissed him, and told him that you loved him. 

Before leaving, he hugged you tightly and told you to be good. He always said that; as if ANYTHING was fun without him around. It simply tugged on your heart strings every time something reminded you of him.