Not the Ordinary FAN (Christofer Drew story)

Chapter fifteen: And It Started With A Kiss...

                                                       Chapter fifteen: And It Started With A Kiss…

WARNING: Slightly racy chapter

~Bri~

The first thing I realized when I opened my eyes was Christofer’s arms around me. Which was totally sweet.

And the second thing I noticed? I couldn’t feel my legs. Now that, oh, that was NOT sweet.

I started wiggling my fingers, then my toes, just to make sure I could feel everything else. Chris must have noticed because pushed my hair away from my ear so he could whisper, “Good morning, beautiful.” in my ear. He kissed my cheek, causing me to smile. I rolled over, hugging him. He really is a sweetheart despite the shit I say about him. I ran my hand up his back but froze when I felt raised marks. “Did I do that?”

He smiled. “Ah, yeah. But I don’t mind bite marks and scratches.”

I stared at him for a second, raising my eyebrows in confusion. “Bite marks?”

“You bit my shoulder a few times.” he started laughing. “Apparently you ARE into that kind of thing.”

“IIIIIIIII see what you did there.” I rolled my eyes, remembering the day he came to my house for the first time. He’d told me to sit next to him so I could read the lyrics out of his notebook. He told me he didn’t bite…unless I was into that kind of thing. “Maybe if you weren’t so rough.” I whacked him with my pillow. “I mean, seriously dude. I can’t feel my fucking legs.”

“I’m sorry.” He smiled at me. “And this might be the wrong time to say I told you so, but…”

I hit him with the pillow again. “I don’t regret it.”

He snickered. “You will when you try to walk.”

“Oh, whatever.” I rolled my eyes. What’s strange is how he can be all sweet and gentle, then BAM! In bed he’s freaking wild. Which is weird. I mean, come on. Who would have expected that from Christofer Drew Ingle?

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered in my ear.

“Writing a book about sleeping with you. I’d be rich, yo.”

He laughed. “Another fan fiction where I’m fucking someone?”

“Except I’m not a fan.” I rolled my eyes at him. Like I’ll just start liking his music because he had slept with me.

He sighed. “And I didn’t fuck you either.”

“What?” I glared at him. I really wonder what goes on in that head of his. I wonder if there’s other people in there talking to him…Dude, that would explain so much.

“Can’t Stand It. Last night was me showing you what that song meant.”

My eyes widened. “That song was for me?”

“Duh.” he laughed, rolling his eyes. “I gotta get dressed.” he kissed me before jumping out of the bunk. I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head. He wrote me a song?

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I regret it. I can’t even walk straight, god damn it! Moshing plus what happened last night? Not a good idea at all. I’m so sore, it was hell trying to put on my skinny’s and boots. And straightening my hair? Well, let’s just say I was sitting down the whole time.

“Bri, are you okay?” Julz grabbed my arm as we were walking toward the rest of the bands. Everyone was hanging out in front of the venue, eating, smoking, drinking. The normal. Apparently Jordan was getting interviewed by Bryan Stars. Which is pretty damn awesome, if you ask me. “You’re walking a little funny.”