unexpected.

ch.8

We finally pulled up to the house and I bolted inside, up the stairs and into my room. I shut the door, quickly changed into something comfy and plopped down on my back.

I heavily breathed out, and closed my eyes. Today has been long as hell not even gonna lie, but I'm glad it played out the way it did.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, my phone started ringing. I groaned kicking around, throwing a mini tantrum before looking to see who it was. "Really Chris?" I mumbled to myself before picking up.

"Look outside your window." He said before I could get a word in. I furrowed my brows in confusion as I slowly got up to take a look outside. I opened my curtain and looked to see him standing out on my lawn waving up at me.

I rolled my eyes, hung up the phone and lifted my window open, "What are you doing here? Do you know how caught up I could get right now if my brothers see you??" I said only loud enough for him to hear. "Well.. then let me in. I won't be loud I swear."

"Chris.. But what if–" "Cmonn, just this one time. When are we ever gonna have this opportunity again?" He asked looking up at me with those dark eyes. It was sort've like he was looking into my soul all the time. I groaned rolling my eyes at him.

"Fine, but I can't let you in through the front door, we just got home and they're probably still down there. So you gotta climb up this tree and manage to get over here." I said.

He nodded and quickly made his way up the tree. After a few attempts to get up from the ground, he finally made it into my window ledge. "Be careful." I whispered, grabbing onto his arm for support. "I got it, I got it." He mumbled, just before falling onto the floor. I cringed as he made a loud thump.

"I said be quiet, what didn't you get from that?" I whispered harshly. "My bad." He said as he got up from the floor.

"Everything good up there Mo?" I heard Marcel yell. I quickly cracked open my door and yelled back, "Yep! Everything's fine, I just dropped my uh–" I looked around my room for an excuse, "my uh makeup box!"

He didn't answer for a while then finally said, "Oh aight, just checking!" I then shut my door again and looked back at Chris. He was sitting on the edge of my bed looking back at me.

"I like your shorts." He said, breaking the silence. I looked down at my legs seeing the super tiny shorts on myself and quickly ran over to my dresser. "Ugh no, I only wear these to sleep." I groaned rummaging through a drawer in an attempt to find some sweats.

"Nah nah, I really do like em. They make you look extra cakey." He said, smirking to me. I rolled my eyes as I looked back at him. "And of course you'd notice." I laughed, pulling out a pair of black sweats and slipping them on over my shorts.

I hopped onto my bed and got under the covers. Chris looked around my room seeming to take everything in. I patted the spot next to me asking him to lay with me. He turned to me, kicked off his shoes and laid on top of the covers next to me. I pulled out my phone and opened snapchat.

Chris pointed his finger at my story and asked, "What'd you post?" I clicked on it and it played for 3 seconds. "We really chillin courtside," He chuckled, "you are so whack." "Shut up." I smiled, hitting him in his chest playfully. He tapped it, so it could play again. "Mannn, all I know is that my shoes is lookin realll clean."

I rolled my eyes thinking about Shaylee's comment on his shoes earlier. I then swiped back down and put the camera on us. We took a bunch of selfies with different filters pretty much making a fool out of ourselves.

We then spent some time scrolling through all the pictures we took today. He ended up making me put one of our selfies as my home screen. "You gotta do the same boo." I said grabbing for his phone in his pocket. I pulled it out and he says "05 24 14." I put it in and his phone unlocked.