Our Infamous Romance

Chapter 8

"A Jeep?" Chris asked as they approached Sam's car. "Yeah, what about it?" Sam asked. "Sorry its not a big ass RV!" Chris laughed and kissed her forehead. "At least it's black." Sam felt a bolt go from her forehead down to her heart, which began to beat faster. Chris cut in front of her to open the driver's side door. "Always such a gentleman." Sam said sliding into the seat. "Always." Chris said smiling as he slid into the passenger seat. Sam felt her heart race at the sight of his smile. "Seriously what does he see in me?" Sam thought as she turned the key in the ignition. As the car started, "Saturday Night" by the Misfits started blaring through the speakers. Sam felt her face turn red as she fumbled with the stereo to turn it down. Chris was laughing his ass off in the passenger seat as he sung along, "but the back seat of the drive in is so lonely without youuuu!" Sam's face was on fire, she was sure her face was lit up like Rudolph's nose. She put the Jeep into drive and took off down the street. "Saturday Night" and the next song that played, "Living Dead Girl" ended before Sam finally shut the stereo off. Sam's heart pounded in her ears so loud that she wondered if Chris could hear it. She needed to know, why her, why now? Sam took a deep breath before forcing "why me?" Out of her lips. Chris was silent for a few moments before clacking his tongue and saying; "look, I know exactly what you're thinking." Sam's mouth went dry. "You're thinking 'I'm just a fan, a no good fan. Why would someone of this stature want to be seen with me or even put his hands and mouth on me?' And I can tell you..." Sam smacked her turn signal a little too hard than necessary. Chris took a deep breath, "I could go all night long about how beautiful you are. How your eyes and how they shine like, wow this is gonna be cliché, a diamond; and how your long eyelashes compliment them. Your cute little button nose, your big, soft lips, your little, round face, your small, soft hands, your also soft hair. Seriously as you can see, I can go on forever but I'm not that shallow. You're smart and talented, as I can guess because you got a paid in full scholarship to one of the best colleges. And when I saw you, yes my heart was beating faster than the drums in a Slipknot song, but I didn't just feel it in my heart. My gut was telling me as well, there's just something about you that I'm so drawn to. I feel just this connection with you that I've never felt before with anyone. It just feels...right." Chris was silent after that, Sam could tell he was letting it sink in. Sam's heart swelled as she hit the stereo on again. Suddenly "Gone With the Sin" by HIM started to play. "Okay, that was staged." Sam said laughing. "All part of the plan." Chris said smiling, his lip rings shinning in the low light. Sam smiled again and put her right hand on his left. Chris wrapped his hand around hers slowly as they quietly sung along; "Ohhh my darling how beautiful you are..."

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They pulled into the apartment parking lot just as the song ended. Sam unbuckled her seat belt and opened up the door when Chris started laughing; "aren't you gonna invite me in?" He asked. "Oh shit! Yeah, sorry, being an airhead." She replied, her face growing red. "Its fine." Chris said climbing out of the car. He walked around the hood and saw Sam's face growing red. "Wow, you got so much blood flow in your body. Thank God you're not a boy, if you know what I mean." Chris said grabbing Sam's warm, now clammy hand. Sam pouted at him and punched him lightly in the arm. "I know I blush excessively you don't have to rub it in." Sam said leading him into the building. The apartment building was a tall, brown brick building with ivy growing on the North side. It was well lit but not bright enough for Chris to make out the gold, cursive words above the entrance. The main lobby was deserted except the receptionist who wore bright, red lipstick that was the wrong shade and her hair in a messy bun. The lobby also smelled like lilacs and lasagna. "Hi Sam!" The receptionist called out. Chris noticed the lilac smell was coming from the lilac bouquet on her desk. "Hi Sarah!" Sam called back smiling sweetly. Chris walked beside Sam as they walked up the dark, cherry oak wood stairs. After about two flights Chris' thighs began to burn. "Ugh, how much further?" Chris whined. "It's only been two flights! You got three more to go!" Sam said squeezing his hand reassuringly. "So out of shape!" Chris said groaning. By the time they got to the fifth floor Chris' thighs burned worse than when a drunk Ricky mistook his leg as an ash tray. Sam led him down a wood floored hallway with beige colored walls. Sam's room was the sixth room on the right labeled 13C. "Wait..." Chris said as Sam fumbled with her lanyard. "If we're on the sixth floor, then wouldn't your room be like 13E or something?" "Well in this apartment building, we fuck logic hard." Sam said turning the key in the door.