Don't Stop

Katie's P.O.V: How Could You?

Slamming the door, I dive onto my bed. I screwed up, calling Naomi a slut, it was a shit move. Crumbling my blanket into a ball, I stuffed it into my closet. I listened as Naomi and Heath packed up, with the suitcases I had thrown at them. He had knocked on the door, asking for Naomi, when I let him in. I told him I didn't know where she was, until I got the call saying her car had broke down. I sniffled, weak bitches cry, I thought. I fell asleep, waking up from a knock at the front door. She probably forgot her keys, I smiled, wanting to apologize. Rushing downstairs to the constant knocking, I opened the door quickly, folding my arms.

"Hey," the voice greeted, looking behind me. He stood tall, hands shoved into his pockets. Hair neatly shaved, unlike Lucius'. His skin glowed, and his crooked smile shrunk when I didn't respond. My arms fell to my side and I sighed.

"Sorry, I just...," I began, trailing off when he smiled again.

"got into fight with your friend." he stated, " The whole neighborhood heard you!"

I laughed, folding my arms again, "why knock on a stranger's door?" I questioned. His smiled brightened even further, crossing his arms mockingly.

"I'm new to the neighborhood, just moved two apartments down." he beamed, pointing past the apartments. He seemed friendly, and confident, plus he looked like eye candy, which I feasted on.

"Neighborly welcome?" I teased, still feeling saddened, Naomi wasn't here to see this. I guess, I could give him something, I gestured for him to come in. He sat on one of the chairs at the island. I went through the cupboards, choosing some hot chocolate, and chip ahoy cookies left in a package. Lucius had always warmed them for me, when I was down, now I had to make them myself. Pushing six cookies into the toaster oven, I set them to warm, boiling and stirring the milk for the hot chocolate.

"And you are?" he asked, picking up the magazines sprawled on the island. 

"Well, I should ask the question to the stranger in my home!" I retorted, pouring the milk into two mugs. Handing him one, I placed the cookies on a saucer and pushed them towards him. Eyes widening in surprise, he commented.

"Wow, this is the life! Cookies and milk, from a complete stranger, whose name I don't know." he marveled, biting into the gooey cookies. I laughed, snatching a cookie off of the saucer.

"Katie," I said chewing loudly, the hot cookie burning my mouth. He smiled, signaling I had something on my lower lip. After several attempts at wiping it off, he reached over, scraping of the melted chocolate from my chin. Looking down at my hands, he chortled. I scrunched my face at him, making him laugh harder.

"It happens to me all the time," he related, wiping his own mouth, "by the way, I'm Chris."

We sat there, chewing and laughing. The cookies vanished, leaving only the milk. I sipped slowly,eyeing him carefully.

"So Chris, what brings you here?" I asked, he held up the mug, and pointed at it. I laughed, "no, I meant, why live around here?"

"I work at a recording studio downtown. The clients are looking for hookups with concerts, and CDs. Especially, since we support HD audio." he boasted, drinking from the mug.

"You play?" I asked, pointing to a tattoo of a guitar on his wrist. It was designed with rose petals and notes around it. It didn't look girly, but more bad ass. He tried pulling down his grey long-sleeved shirt to cover the tattoo.

I met his eyes under his lashes, smiling wickedly, he said, "Singing." I shrugged, I didn't have a career path, and would rather drop the topic before he asked. Picking up the dirty saucer, I offered my hand for his cup, he obliged, handing it to me. I paused while washing the items, Chris had stood. Grinning, he pointed to the clock.