Chapter 2

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I awake the next morning in an unfamiliar bed, in an even more unfamiliar room. I slowly get up out of bed and make my way out the living room. That's where I find him. Chris. I must have fallen asleep on the couch and he must have carried me into his room and let me sleep in his bed, while he took the couch. Aww. I check the time and see that it is 12pm. I then make my way into the kitchen and start making Chris some breakfast. I hope he doesn't mind me using his food..

Chris's POV

I wake up to the smell of waffles... Wait, what? I get up confused and walk into the kitchen to find Jess making waffles. Fuck yeah. "Morning." I say to her as I get 2 plates out of the cupboard and place them on the counter. "Morning." She says back smiling. I smile to myself. I'm glad she seems happier today. "hey, uh, I hope you don't mind me using this stuff.." She said nervously. Cute. "Are you kidding me!? I wake up to waffles! You're the best!" I say back excitedly. I guess you could say I am excited about these waffles.

Jess serves up the waffles and we dig in. After we have finished stuffing our faces, I wash the dishes.. Only seems fair considering she made the food.. We then go over to the couch and chill for a bit. "So, what do you want to do today?" I ask her smiling. She thinks for a bit, then smiles. "Can we watch Edward Scissorhands? " She asks excited. "Of course we can. I love that movie." I exclaim. I then go over to the tv cabinet, take out the dvd and put it in. I go back over to the couch and relax.

Jess moves a bit closer and rests her head on my chest and I smile and wrap my arms around her. We stayed like that all day. Watching movies. We love all the same movies and were shouting at the dumb people in horror movies when they would do the dumb cliché shit like go towards the noise or trip over nothing.

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I know, I know! It's a tiny chapter but I am also working on another story. Next chapter will be longer.


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