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Twelve - A Reason

"Shit he's here Shen. I'mma have to speak to you later. Bye!" I said, hanging up. 

"Wai-"

Then I pressed the red button. I took a deep breath and looked at the clock. 7:00pm exactly. 

I opened the door and saw Cris looking breath-taking. He was wearing a white Adidas jumper and some black jeans, with his hair in the usual messy spiked. The simple yet stunning look blew me away and I couldn't even get my mouth open to say hello.

"Hello." He said, breaking the silence.

I opened my mouth but words refused to leave me.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking behind him. 

"Yeah." I finally managed to breathe out. "Yeah, yeah I'm, I'm good thankyou." I cleared my throat and stepped aside, motioning him into my house. 

"Thankyou." He said, walking in.

I closed my door and took a deep breath. "You can take a seat, would you like a drink?" I asked politely, needing an excuse to leave the room to regain control of myself. 

"I don't really mind thanks." He laughed and sat down. "Nice place you got here, cosy." 

"Thank you." I smiled, sitting on the sofa opposite him. My interior was very homely. I had white walls, and beige accessories like the coffee table and the wall frames and the cupboards. "Let me get you a drink. Don't have any allergies do you?" 

"None at all. Have a bit of a intolerance to banana's though haha. But we mustn't stay here for too long. I have plans to take you somewhere." He smirked. 

"Let's go now!" I said, excitedly. 

"Calm chicken. Get me my drink." 

"Not with that attitude. Where's the banana milkshake now...?" I said, walking into the kitchen. I put my two hands on the counter and took a deep breath, trying to regain my breath. I heard footsteps in the kitchen and could feel Cris' presence.

He stood behind me and put his two arms parallel to mine, and nuzzled his head into my neck. 

He was trying to kill me.

"You want to kill me with banana milkshake?" He whispered, making every hair on end stand up. "I could kill you with my touch. I can do that anyway." He grinded his body onto the back of mine, him grunting a little. I bit my lip and took a deep breath, and exhaled. 

"Everything okay?" I heard someone say, snapping me back into reality. I turned around to see Cris stood at the door looking confused. I understand that me standing with my hands on the counter did look like I was stressing or thinking deeply about something, which I was. Embarrassed at my thoughts, I smiled. 

"Yeah, everything's good, I was just wondering what way I could sneak banana's into your food somehow." I said chuckling. 

"Basically just get me chocolate." 

"Done."

"Shall we go?" He asked. 

"I need to get you your drink first." I said, pointing at the large collection of wine bottles and Robinson dilutes. 

"Another day. You owe me a drink. I'll remember that." 

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We got into his car and put our seatbelts on.

"Now I may not live here, but I am here for a good few weeks now. Season doesn't start for a while. I'm basically on va-cay." He said, making a skipping motion with his hands.