Did She Make It To The Emergency Room ? ( Chris Motionless Fan Fiction)

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I hate Scranton. Scranton is too fucking cold, fuck this and everything. When I breathe in it burns because it's so cold and when I breathe out a puff of breathe forms in front of me. "You shouldn't go out today Hun it's too cold" my mother warned. "Mum I'll be outside a total of 10 at most to go from the house to the car and back" I said hugging her. "Okay stay safe Blaze" she said kissing me on the forehead. "To Ghost: Hey on my way now x" I sent before grabbing my long black tench coat of the hook and walking to the car. Lylth & I still hadn't made up. I'm still angry. Call me stubborn but I don't care. Mum wants us to make-up but she's ignored me & I her. If she doesn't apologise then not much is going to happen. I'm stubborn like that. She's been home but not out of her room in the house much & if she isn't home well I don't know where she is but Dad gave her his car & now mum & dad share a car, so me & Lylth each have our own car.

'G: Chris & Ricky are still here, they decided against going out with the other guys ! Xo see you soon'

I sighed and started the car, turning on the heat as soon as the car had turned on.

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Hurry up and answer the door I'm fucking cold ! I thought, standing at the door of the house.

...I banged on the door. "GUYS HURRY UP IM FREEZING !" I yelled. I looked over to see Ghosts car gone. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME !?! Just as I went to turn around and leave the door opened. "Holy fuck it's cold !" I just stood there. "Hurry up ! get in, before I freeze !" He shouted. I quickly scurried inside shrugging my coat off, blushing like a maniac. He seemed uncomfortable, I probably would too if I were him, but I mean there's nothing to be ashamed of, he's hot !"I was in the shower sorry, -I uh- I'm gunna go finish, Ghost should be back any minute now" He said turning around & walking down the hall. Well I never thought something like that would happen. Chris had answered the door in just a towel hung low on his hips, if you hadn't figured that out. Hung on his amazing hips, he has one of those V-lines & his Che-

"Oh, Blaze !" Ghost shouted coming in the door, shimmying out of his coat and handing me some shopping bags. "KITCHEN !" He shouted pointing in that direction. "Sorry I went to the shops quick." He apologised. "No problem" I smiled. "Who let you in ?" He asked, closing the fridge from putting away some vodka & other drinks. "Oh u-uhm Chris..." I mumbled, looking down so my hair covered my face. "He was showe-" He stopped, looking over at me. "Oh god...did..." He stopped. "What happened ?" He asked, swinging himself to sit on the counter. "He answered the door with a towel hung on his sexy hips." I blurted out. I covered my mouth with my hands & looked around immediately, making sure Chris was no where. As if on cue, he walked around the corner and into the kitchen. "and the lady at the checkout was so rude" Ghost covered for me as Chris walked in, smiling at us, grabbing a bottle of water and Leaving.

I sighed. "Thank you." I said. "So sexy hips huh ?" Ghost joked. "Who's got sexy hips ?" Ricky asked, walking in.

"No one" I protested. Ghost had said at the exact same time, "Chris." I swore under my breath as Ricky spat whatever liquid he had in his mouth out. "U-uh...dude do you y'know...like Chris ?" Ricky asked. Ghost laughed. "DUDE ! NO ! SHE -" he said pointing over to me. "-thinks that" he finished.
Ricky looked over at me & did the whole up and down checking me out kinda thing. "What !?" I asked. "Oh nothing !" He smirked. "Olson you tell me right now !" I shouted. "Tell you what ?" He said deviously. "What that little look you gave me was !" I said, voice raised a little. "Nothing !" He said.

I huffed off into the close lounge room. "What was it dude ?" I heard Ghost whisper. I snuck back around the opposite corner to the kitchen to listen. "She's exactly his type & she's hot and-" "Who are we spying on ?" Someone whispered directly into my ear. I screamed and flailed forward, revealing myself to Ghost & Ricky.

I smiled innocently before looking up at Chris, from the ground. "You scared the shit out of-" I felt like I was going to be sick, I ran to the bathroom and I heard someone behind me. I threw up, probably from falling over and the sudden impact of hitting the ground my stomach didn't like. I felt my hair being lifted as I continued to throw up my breakfast, getting it all over me as well as in the bowl. I groaned as a little blood started showing through. A cold cloth was placed on the back of my neck & I was handed a small glass of water. I took a sip before turning around and throwing up acid like liquid. I groaned and sunk to the ground, up against the wall. Chris was standing there & Ricky was at the door.

Ghost was no where.
I respected that, he knew the guys would be here, & like we discussed, he kinda ignores it, unless he's the only one with me. I like acting as though it isn't there & Devin does that, that's why we're such good friends, no one else has been able to do that.
I love him for it. "Th-thank you." I croaked out. "C'mon." Chris said, sticking his hand out to take.

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"Dress" Chris said. I blushed. "Turn around" I said. He turned around and I quickly got dressed. He had handed me flannelette pajama bottoms with Batman symbols over them that were so long & about 300 sizes too big, & a oversized old Marilyn Manson T-shirt, hey I wasn't complaining ! They smelt like Chris & somehow that kinda calmed me. "Done" I said. He grabbed my other clothes. "I'm going to chuck these in a wash, lay in my bed, I'll send Ghost up." he smiled leaving. No longer than 2 minutes later Ghost & Ricky came up. I was half asleep when they came in. "Get some rest Twig." Ghost whispered kissing me on the for head after Ricky hugged me. Oh Twig was my nickname because apparently I was as thin as a twig & because I reeeeeaaally like Twiggy Ramirez as in Marilyn Manson Twiggy. "Thank you, tell Chris I said that too please." it came out way hoarse than I expected but Ghost nodded silently and walked out shutting the door.

I fell asleep smelling like Chris & singing Marilyn Manson lyrics in my head.