Our Infamous Romance

Chapter 9

Sorry I was gone for so long but this chapter took a while to write. I hope you enjoy :D

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Chris woke up to black. He groaned and rubbed his eyes till all he saw swirly speckles. When Chris opened them again he saw that the black was the canopy surrounding Sam's bed. The gold sparkles in the veil glistened in the sunlight that was peeking through the window. "Mmm fmmm?" Chris turned his head and felt his heart swell. Sam was facing him on her side, her hair cascading down her arms and on the bed sheets. Her dark eyelashes rested against her cheeks. In the low light, her lips glowed a soft pink. Her mouth was slightly open as she took deep, slow breaths; she looked like a punk version of sleeping beauty. He smiled to himself as he laid there and watched her. "Damn I'm a lucky guy." Chris thought. To add to the princess effect, birds were chirping outside of the window. "I could get used to this." Chris thought. It was silent except for the birds and Sam's breathing until Sam's phone blared out "Bringing Sexy Back". Both Chris and Sam bolted awake. "What the hell?" Chris yelled. "Mmmm!" Sam groaned. "It's Kat. Where's the phone?" Sam said swatting at the sheets looking for the phone. "Here." Chris said "We'll get more done if we-" he lifted up the sheet and a loud bang was heard; the ringtone sound doubled in volume. "There it is." Chris said "I'm such a genius." Sam hopped off the bed and pushed the veil out of her way. "You're something alright." She picked up the phone an answered it, putting it on speaker; "what do you want? It's like noon-thirty. People are trying to sleep!" "Okay first off..." Kat spouted out in a sassy tone. "It's nine thirty. Second, I don't give two fucks." Sam rolled her eyes. Chris could practically hear Kat waving her finger. "What do you want?" Sam groaned out. "You know that genius who burned down the school? Well thanks to him we have a delayed start, classes don't start till two." "Two?!?" Sam groaned "I have work at two till seven!" "At what job homes?" Kat asked. "Walmart." Sam muttered out brushing her bangs out of her face. "Wait a minute!" Chris yelled. "You work at Walmart?!?" "Wait...ohhh, you got some fine ass motherfucker in your crypt! I see why you were so mad at me for calling haha." Kat bursted out laughing. Sam pouted at the phone. Chris burst out laughing and fell backwards on the bed. "Now don't you start!" Sam yelled at him. "Does he have pants on? Oh oh did you guys do it with the lights on? Filthy, vile, and obscene?" Kat chuckled. Chris lost it. He laughed so hard he fell off the bed and laid on the floor gasping for air. Sam took in a deep breath through her nostrils. "Kat!" She yelled out. "I'll take that as a yes?" Kat giggled. "God!" Sam yelled. "Both you and Ricky!" "Wait a second.. RICKY HORROR IS IN YOUR BEDROOM?!? WOAH SORRY MAN I'LL LET YOU GO SO YOU TWO CAN GET IT ON!!!" Kat half yelled half laughed, which caused her to end up choking on the other line. Sam pouted again. "No Kat, Ricky Horror isn't at my hou-." "My name's Chris!" Chris called out. "Chris shut the hell up!" Sam yelled. Chris broke down laughing again. "HOLY SHIT I'M COMING OVER SEE YOU IN LIKE TWO SECONDS!!!" She yelled as Chris heard her fumbled with the phone to find the end call button. "Kat, no I-" Beeeep! "God...damn it." Sam said lowering her head.

Chris sat there on the floor chuckling, his stomach hurt from laughing so much. "Shut up!" Sam yelled out breaking out into a laugh. Chris stood up. "Sorry I'm just a chick magnet." Chris said. Sam rolled her eyes at him "get ready. Put some pants-." Chris motioned that he was already wearing pants. Sam's face got pink; "just put, uhhh, put a shirt on!" She yelled opening her closet and walking inside. Chris picked up the shirt he was wearing yesterday off the floor. He gave it a sniff and threw it back on the floor. "Do you have a shirt for me that doesn't stink?" Chris yelled out. "Yes, just give me a second." She called out. She came out of the closet wearing a black, leather corset that had three gold spikes on either side of her breasts, shorty shorts with the Misfits logo printed on it, and a seat belt style belt "No More Heroes" printed on it along with a dude with black, spiky hair, aviators, and what looked like a modern lightsaber. If that outfit had been on anybody else, they would of looked like a slut. But not Sam, she looked down right beautiful in a non-slutty way. "What's with the belt?" Chris asked. "Oh, it's a video game by Suda 51 obviously named "No More Heroes". It's about an assassin association and this guy," she pointed to the guy on her belt. "Is Travis Touchdown, the guy who fights to be the number one assassin in the UAA, or the assassin association I mentioned earlier." "Ahhh." Chris said. "Sounds cool. Sooo, about that shirt..." "Oh yeah! Sorry, being an airhead, again." Sam said, her face turning pink. "Follow me." Sam lead Chris down the hallway to her art room, she opened the door and the smell of paint thinner filled his nostrils. "Oh. My. God." Chris whispered. The room contained a giant desk, sink/ basin, mini fridge, another closet, and four enormous shelves nailed to the wall. There were three easels sitting in the corner of the room, each holding an unfinished oil painting. The first easel held a smaller canvas that had a painting of a horse head on it, its eyes filled with wonderment. The second painting was of a red rose, wet with dew. Chris gasped, the third painting was of him. He was smiling with his head tattoos on full display, it was like looking in a mirror (a couple of years ago but you get the idea). Chris took a step back and looked at the rest of the room. The shelves on the walls held cans of paint thinners, cups, wooden hand models, wooden people models like the ones you find at Ikea, and a stack of art books. The wood desk had a little soup cans with labels on them, she can cans filled with graphite pencils, charcoal pencils, oil paint brushes, watercolor brushes, and pens. There was a giant tin sitting on the far left corner of Prismacolor colored pencils. She also had a Mac computer sitting on the desk along with a picture of Ricky that she must of gotten too lazy to put away. The walls were covered with drawings that Sam had done; they were done in pencil, colored pencil, watercolor, even some oil paintings were on the wall. He spotted himself, Balz, Ricky, Andy Biersack, Gerard Way, Mick Thompson, Kevin Ghost, and Ash Costello. "Wow, you are so fucking amazing!" Chris exclaimed. He turned to see Sam opening the closet door. "Thank you." She said flashing him a sweet smile.