"Spill my Starbucks and I'll spill your blood."
"Love you too." Chris replied sarcastically.
"Wait!" I hissed as he started walking away. "I'm sorry, don't leave me!"
Chris had taken me to Starbucks and then to the fort which we were currently stumbling around in; I coughed a few times as the dust from the air clogged my throat and lungs. Plus, it was pitch black so I couldn't see.
"I'm coming." Chris chuckled, and soon his warm hand wrapped around mine.
"Don't drop the-"
"I won't drop the Starbucks, babe." He sighed.
"Just checking." I shrugged.
Chris led us to our spot on the wall, with me often tumbling, and we lit the candles to put them in the lantern. I was sat in his lap and he had his arms securely around me with his chin resting on my shoulder.
"This is nice." He murmured after a lengthy silence.
"Yeah." I agreed with a small smile. "I missed coming here."
"I know, I missed our fort, too."
Our fort. I liked the sound of that. We slipped into a comfortable silence again and just enjoyed each other's company whilst sipping Starbucks in our favorite place.
"Rose?" Chris said hesitantly after a moment.
He sounded thoughtful, which usually meant he was contemplating something pretty serious.
"Yes?"
"I've been having ideas for the band, our next step, I guess you could call it." He told me.
"Sure, go ahead." I encouraged.
"Well, I don't think I like where we are.. or well I mean where we were very recently.. it's just.. I'm not sure how to explain it."
I slipped off of his lap so I could face him. His pale features were contorted into a frown, so I kissed his nose so he would smile.
"What don't you like? I thought you were happy with the Infamous Deluxe?" I questioned.
"I am, I really am. It's sort of where I've always wanted to be. I want to take the band in that direction."
"So what's bothering you?"
"Well, I think we made the wrong approach to music. I mean, we did the same thing a bunch of other bands were doing with the whole 'be yourself' stuff.. I don't wanna be stuck in that sort of scene, you know? Some generic metal core band like the rest." Chris frowned. "It's just, I love horror, I love the idea of putting on a show, I mean look at Marilyn Manson and Rob Zombie."
"I think I see where you're coming from..."
"So many bands in this scene just sound the same, all promoting the same self help stuff. I don't wanna be a band that constantly sings about that. I don't want to sing about that at all. I just wanna create music for entertainment, I want to put on a show. It's gonna be what I believe in, yes, but I wanna create something more. I want to come away from what we are, I think the band needed rebuilding and that's where I want to go with Motionless In White." He explained further.
"Well I love where you're going. You're a band, you're not therapists. That doesn't change who you are, you still have the same beliefs, you're just becoming what you've always wanted to be and that's amazing. Motionless In White are gonna be legendary." I smiled and kissed his cheek.
