Up to You

Chapter Nineteen

nineteen arielle

Ever since that day, Chris and I have been growing closer. Anyway, I was driving home from practice. I can’t wait to get home and relax with my boyfriend. I pulled into the driveway. I took the key out of the ignition, stepping out of the car. I walked up the pathway, to the front door. I opened the door. I closed the door behind me, locking it.

 I walked upstairs to our bedroom. Chris was sitting on the bed, looking at his phone screen. I walked over to his side of the bed. I pecked his cheek.

 ‘’Hi babe.’’ I said, smiling. He didn’t say anything. I grabbed his phone, looking at it. He was texting someone named Mariah. I tossed the phone at his face. ‘’Who the fuck is Mariah?’’ I asked, calmly.

 ‘’Someone you don’t need to know about.’’ He said, smartly. God you need to save this nigga’s life.

 ‘’Chris, I’m always honest with you. Don’t make me go off.’’ I said, clapping my hands like a ghetto black girl.

 ‘’Arielle, just sit down and shut the fuck up.’’ He said, standing up. Height doesn’t matter, I’ll still beat that ass. I punched him in his jaw, making him stagger. ‘’Bruh, keep ya’ hands off me.’’ He said, holding his jaw.

 ‘’You wouldn’t touch me.’’ I said. He walked over to me, pushing me against the wall. From there, we were on the fighting like it was real fight. I got up, walking away. I walked into the ensuite, locking the door behind myself. I looked at myself. I got a busted lip and a bruised cheek. My head was hurting. I can’t believe we were just fighting. I unlocked the door, walking out. Chris was sitting down on the bed.

 ‘’I’m sorry.’’ He said, getting up. He walked over to me, lightly touching my cheek.

 ‘’Damn, I fucked you up.’’ I said. His jaw was swollen, he had a busted lip, and a big cut from my nails. ‘’Come with me, let me take care of you.’’ I said, taking his hand. We walked into the ensuite. He hopped onto the counter. I grabbed the first aid kit. I put peroxide on a cotton swab then I rubbed it on his cut.

 ‘’That shit burns.’’ He hissed.

 ‘’Aww, Chris is a big crybaby.’’ I teased. He flipped me off. ‘’I would love to.’’ I said, smiling. I know it seems like I’m bipolar but I’m not. I put a band-aid on his cut then I kissed it. I grabbed two cotton swabs then dipped them into alcohol. I gave one to Chris.

 ‘’What is this for?’’ He asked.

 ‘’To make sure we don’t get bacteria into our lip. Come on, hold onto my hand.’’ I said. He grabbed my hand. We both put the cotton swab on our lip, Chris gasped onto my hand. I threw it away then put some Neosporin on it. I topped it off with a band-aid. Chris did the same. ‘’I’m going to go you something for your jaw.’’ I said, pecking his cheek. I know Chris thinks I’m bipolar.

 I walked downstairs, to the kitchen. I grabbed the ice pack. I walked back upstairs to the bedroom. Chris was laying down on the bed. I handed him the ice pack, then laid beside him.

 ‘’Are you bipolar?’’ He asked.

 ‘’No, I’m not bipolar.’’ I said. I held the ice pack for him. ‘’Does your jaw hurt?’’ I asked. He nodded. I climbed onto his chest, straddling him. ‘’Maybe I can make it feel better.’’ I said, kissing his jawline.

 ‘’That feels good.’’ He said. I smiled, pecking his lips.

 ‘’I’m sorry.’’ I said, caressing his jawline.

 ‘’It’s good, I was texting Mariah Carey. She wanted to know if I had Trey’s number.’’ He said. Now he made me feel bad. ‘’At least, I know that you’re jealous.’’ He said.

 ‘’Shut up.’’ I said, smiling.

 ‘’I love only you, Arielle.’’ He said.

 ‘’I love you too, Chris. I’m sorry for overreacting and beating you up. I feel like you’re going to leave me for someone sexier.’’ I said.

 ‘’Babe, you are the sexist woman on this Earth. Don’t ever think I’m going to be with no one else but you.’’ He said, pecking my cheek.

 ‘’You are always thinking of me aren’t you?’’ I asked.

 ‘’Every minute you are away I think of only you.’’ He said. I laid my head down on his chest. I listened to his heartbeat.

 ‘’Chris remember when we talked about our first time for us?’’ I asked.

 ‘’Yeah, why?’’ He asked.

 ‘’Well, I want it to romantic. I want candles lit, roses petals on the bed, slow & passionate music playing in the background. Also I want food like strawberries, whipping and chocolate syrup. I want the first time to be passion and I want us to make love all night. That’s how I want my first time to be.’’ I said.

 ‘’You want your first time to be like us connecting with each other. You want me to hit it in all the right places, hold you in my arms, and you want me to kiss you slow and passionate like this?’’ He asked, sitting up, He held me in his arms. He leaned in kissing me slow and passionate just like he described. He pulled away, biting onto my bottom lip. He let go, smiling.

 ‘’Yeah, just like that.’’ I said.

 ‘’I understand what you want. I’ll try to do my best to make that come true for you.’’ He said. I smiled, pecking his lips.

 ‘’Thank you, Chris. You are so damn special.’’ I said, smiling.

 ‘’I know I am, mami.’’ He said.

 ‘’Papi, stop.’’ I said.

 ‘’Say something sexy in Spanish.’’ He said.

 ‘’What will I get in return?’’ I asked.

 ‘’Depending on what you say, I’ll get you something in return.’’ He said.

 ‘’A medida que llegue mi pelo, Te vas a acariciar mi cuerpo me hace agacho para usted.’’ I whispered into his ear.

 ‘’What did you just say?’’ He asked.

 ‘’As you pull my hair, You’re gonna stroke my body, make me bend over for you.’’ I said.

 ‘’Little freaky girl.’’ He said. I smiled, pecking his lips.

What do you think? Arielle got them hands though. Leave a comment, vote, follow, and leave feedback.-Daniella