Fifty Shades Different

Chapter Twenty One

OKAY. I'm not really sure how I feel about this chapter, but I'm going to post it anyway as a very short filler chapter. I'm still at the beach but I'll be writing the entire way home tomorrow. Let's try out different point of views, let me know if you like it, hate it, want more of it. But I did figure you guys were a bit deprived of Christian. Who's point of view you would like to see and don't forget to Vote and Comment.

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Carla

"Tell me you're lying," I whisper to him, he says nothing still looking at the party that's still going on across the yard, he hasn't looked at me even once since we've sat down.

I go over the last five months in my head, it's been the best of my life, I've spent time with him daily. I didn't mean to fall in love, and now I'm wondering if it was the worst mistake of my life. Because I could lose him, and it would be for good, there would be no fixing it. He would be gone, and I'd be alone here, with my Mom and my Dad and I don't think I can do this on my own again.

I remember walking around Seattle with Elena, and he was following me the entire way, begging for just one date. He was very blunt about it, no beating around the bush no flirting, just a straight question. A question I have always said no to, but this day in particular he was really beginning to get on my nerves. I wasn't really paying attention, and I stepped out of the street crossing, there was a bus coming they didn't hit the brakes or anything even though the light was red and the crossing light was giving the pedestrians the right of way. Keith grabbed my wrist jerking me into him, I hit his chest hard as hell, nearly knocking the breath out of myself. I heard the bus pass by where we were, going way faster than it was supposed to be. I looked up at him, I could see nothing but anxiety pulsing in his eyes, I scared him more than I scared myself.

"Why won't you leave me alone?" I whined, completely forgetting that Elena was standing beside the two of us all this time. "I mean what's so special about me."

"Because, you're you. You just have this way about you and it's completely and utterly unnerving." He begins not missing a beat smiling down at me, I don't say anything so he continues. "If nothing else just give me this summer, and when you go back to school and I go back to Montana that will be that and you'll never hear from me again."

"Keith..." I start to object, but he cuts me off almost instantly.

"Just the summer," He begs, I look up at him his blue eyes pleading, he's hanging on my every word, literally. "I can't necessarily show you what the world has to offer, but at the very least I can show you what I have to offer."

"Okay." I whisper.

"Carla?" His voice brings me back to the present, I feel the tears pricking at my eyes, I look away from him, "Baby don't cry, listen, just make it until you graduate, we can get married and then I really can show you what the world has to offer. Okay?"

I smile a little at him reversing what he said to me so long ago.

"But what if something happens before that?" I whimper, tears spilling over onto my cheeks, he leans over to me frantically wiping the tears away with his thumbs. "I can't lose you." I sob.

"Don't think like that." He shakes his head pulling me into his chest, "You think the ring your father gave you is big? Wait until you see the one I'm going to get you. You get out of school in June, we can get married in August. On Seattle Beach like you said you wanted when we talked about it before remember?"

I nod against his chest, my tears not slowing down at all. He doesn't say anything else he just holds me, not saying a word, and I don't either.

I thought Keith and I were inseparable before, in the days before he left for basic he literally did not leave my house. My mom is always at church, Dad was out of town on a case, and even when mom got back I had my door locked so she couldn't come in. Thankfully she's not as extreme as my Dad, he would have kicked the door in. The night directly before he left was by far the hardest, he laid beside me in my king size bed, holding me tightly whispering in my ear how much he loves me and he'll never really leave me.

And then the next morning, we took him to the airport, I hugged him, I cried, and he was gone.

Ana

No one said anything, not even Grace, I walked over to Christian and took his hand in mine.

"Let's go talk?" I whispered and he looked down at me his face calm, he nodded and I turned walking back to the bedroom.

I sat down on the bed and he sat down beside me, I looked over at him, he was staring at me wide eyed. Why? Maybe, I look worse than I feel. But when I looked again it didn't look so much like a stare as it did a gaze.

"Are you going to talk or are you just going to sit there gawking?" I asked, playfully, in attempts to lighten the mood. He smiled down at me raising an eyebrow.

"I do believe that I'm enjoying my gawking." He said grinning down at me, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Then he added in a quite serious tone. "What all have they said?"

"They told me a great deal about Keith and my Mom." I frowned looking down at my hands, he hooked his index finger under my chin tugging it up, forcing me to look at him. He leaned down slowly pressing his lips to mine, I snaked my hands over his arms and he stilled instantly, relaxing quickly when my hands found his hair.

He makes me graceful, with his skill. He makes me feel sexy, because that's what he is, not that I'm ready to go that far with him yet. He doesn't make me feel like he's keeping me around because he's bored, he seems to actually enjoy my company. Since Christian weaseled his way back into my life, I can't find words to explain how alive I have felt. It's like all this time, since my parents passing, I've been living in complete darkness and I'd almost completely forgotten how beautiful the light can be. And I never want to be without it again, I never want to be without Christian again, because I don't have anyone else, but as long I have him I feel as if he can keep me strong enough to handle the rest.

He instills thinks in my life that I thought I would never feel again, passion, desire, even a little adventure here and there, and I love it. Though at the same time I can feel myself coming alive, and I'm so afraid of that. I'm afraid there is an entire side of me that Christian Grey himself is the keyholder to.