the art of blocking → chris schistad

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    REAL LIFE
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    Mariane didn't let herself look at Chris. She kept her head pressed against the cold glass of his passenger seat window, too afraid to say anything.

Oslo passed by outside and Chris drove aimlessly. Periodically, he would look over at Mariane. She looked tired and worn down and Chris couldn't help but wonder if he was the reason why. His heart sank at the possibility.

Eventually, the quiet become strange for the both of them. Chris parked his car in a parking lot of some random park. He left the car itself running to keep the heater going and Mariane warm, leaning back against the headrest of his seat, sighing and covering his face with his hands.

  Mariane finally dared to look over at Chris, who didn't seem to notice that she had finally moved, "What are we?"

  Chris slid his hands down his face slowly and then turned his head to look at the blonde beside him, "We are whatever you want us to be. Mariane Myhre, you've got me wrapped around your finger."

  "Don't say that, you're Chris-"

  "Yeah yeah, I know. I'm Chris Schistad. Blah, blah, blah, fuckboy this- emotionally unavailable that." He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them back up again, "but do you really see that? I haven't slept in three days, from the look of it- neither of us have. I'm sitting here begging for you to give me a shot. I get it, my rep is bad and I understand it's scary. Not just about me, but what people will say. But honesty, look me in the eye. Tell me that you don't see a different person right here, right now in this car. That's who I am, not whatever is at Nissen or whoever it is people like to talk about."

  "So what, you're saying I've changed you or something?" Mariane asked

  "Fuck, Mar. Yeah, I suppose so. Can't you see it?" His eyes looked sincere in a way she never thought she would ever seen them

  "If something goes wrong, I loose you Chris." Mariane voice went silent, like a whisper she was scared anyone else would hear, "I don't want to loose you."

  "I don't want to loose you either." Chris admitted, reaching out to push the hair falling around her face back behind her ear, "You call the shots, you call the pace. Nothing more, nothing less than when you want it when you're ready. Deal?"

  Mariane looked up to lock eyes with the boy in the drivers seat, "Okay."

   "Trust me?" Chris asked quietly, his hand slowly leaving the Mariane's cheek where it had rested in those few moments

  Mariane nodded, "I trust you."

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