Rich Meets Ordinary (under editing)

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(Storm)

I rested my head on Chris's chest listening to his heartbeat. This is my favorite place to be honestly! There's no other way I would want it. Being laid up with him was honestly the best feeling in the world, and quite comfortable.

I glanced up at him and saw he was knocked out now. I gently traced his bottom lip with my thumb watching him sleep. It was cute how he slept, his mouth slightly ajar and lights snores. He's perfect! Just in the last 3 months they've been amazing in every single way. He treats me right and makes me feel special. But I know in the back of my head,  my conscience, kept telling me this was all wrong. I couldn't help but feel guilty being with Chris.

I love dating Chris, he's sweet, charming and just amazing overall. My friends like him too and they think he's a great guy for me. His parents knows about us too and they're okay with it. I know they weren't a huge fan about it at first but they don't mind. But my parents? No no no! I would be on the first flight to a boarding school if they found out I was with Chris, hell laying in bed with him could probably get me sent out of the country. But my parents just don't get it! They're never open minded to anything and so quick to judge my every move. I'm not a baby anymore, but to them they think I need all the help I could get.

It sucks just because me and Chris come from different economic backgrounds, they're so quick to get on my ass about it. I do come from a pretty well off family, meanwhile Chris comes from something like the complete opposite. That's not his fault though, I know he doesn't like where he comes from either. He blames himself for my parents not liking him but it's really not his fault.

I sighed and just played with his curls for a few. He was the only guy to make me feel special about myself. Whenever I was around him, things felt right and I always felt happy to be around him. It's been 3 months, and that butterfly feeling is still there. All he has to do is just look at me and my heart immediately melts. He's so different from the other guys that's what makes him so perfect.

The world I come from, the only thing boys care about is they're score in Golf and stock market stuff. They don't know how to make a girl feel special, let alone be nice. I've tried to hang around guys that my parents want me to go around, but it just never works out and I'm always back to square one. But then I met Chris, and that's when it all changed. The feeling I get with him is incredible, but sadly the only way I'm ever gonna be happy and be with Chris is if I keep him a secret.

I don't want to keep him a secret either. I wanna show him off to the world and express how I feel about him. It'd just be nice to sit down and talk to my mom or dad and go on and on about the dates me and Chris go on, or what we did for the day. But if I even think about bringing up Chris it'll turn into something else and I'm just not in the mood to hear whatever bullshit excuse they have to say.

I was taken out of my thoughts when I heard his voice. 

"Whatcha thinkin about?" He said with a raspy voice. He must've woken up and I didn't noticed. Laying on him just really puts me into another world.

"Nothing babe." I smiled up at him. I pecked his lips before laying my head back onto his chest. But he moved a little sit, sitting up but still holding me close.

"Oh, well my mom should be home soon with my sis, you want to stay for dinner?" He checked his watch then looked back at me, waiting for a reply.

"Yeah sure." I nodded smiling a little. I loved when I got extra time to spend with Chris. I try to milk every second of it honestly.