Behind Closed Doors ( Chris Motionless)

Chapter 7: Open Up!!

It was 2 in the morning and I was still up, I wasn't tired, I was up all night drawing and listening to music on my iPod, there was a knock on my door, I said come in. Chris slowly peeked his head in then came in and sat next to me on the bed.

"Can't sleep either?"

I nodded, continuing to draw, Chris peeked at my paper.

"Whacha drawin?"

"You,"

"Me?"

His expression seemed to be shocked then he reached for my sketch pad,

"may I?"

I finished shading in his hair and handed the pad to him, as I watched him staring at the drawing, I begin to feel nervous, what if he doesn't like it? His beautiful smile spread across his face, then he slid out his phone and took a picture of it, then flipped through the pages, looking at the drawings of other band members I've drawn in the past, then he handed me the pad.

"It's great, you're really awesome at what you do,"

I just faintly smiled, but he frowned,

"Why don't you talk much?"

I just shrugged my shoulders, he crawled next to me and sat really close to me, our arms almost touching.

"I wanna get to know you better, sense we're going to be living together for awhile,"

I just stared at my hands, letting my dark hair fall, Chris took his tattooed hand and put my hand behind my ear.

"Can you please say something..open up!!"

I jumped a little when he yelled, he apologised, I nodded.

"Fine, if you don't want to start, then I'll start, hopefully it'll get you to open up to me,"

He looked up as he thought about what he was going to say, then he finally spoke. I listened close, to every word, he told me about his life before he became famous, and during, and told me about what he likes to do, that sort of stuff. I loved listening to his voice, weather it's singing or speaking. After he spilled his guts to me, he stared into my eyes for a response. I couldn't tell him about my life, there's been so much going on that I haven't even mentioned, and I'm not even sure if I want to blurt that out just yet. I opened my mouth, but words wouldn't spill.

"Chris...I want to tell you everything, but....I can't. I'm just too scared to go back to that past...I'm sorry, I'm just not comfortable yet,"

Chris nodded understandidly, then faintly smiled. Oh, god, that smile. So sweet and innocent, I immediately felt bad because he wanted to know more about me and I wouldn't tell him. I had to think of something to change the subject.

"Behind closed doors, I may have a bunch of skeletons in my closet, and they're not ready to come out yet, but....I can tell you some happy memories I've had, and my hobbies, if you'd like to hear about that?"

I smiled as he smiled and nodded excitedly, I immediately told him about how much my mom used to do a lot with me, when we would have fun, and my favorite memories with her, I also told him about my older brother, Jeremy, but we don't talk much anymore, then I told him what like to do other than drawing, which is reading, writing poems and lyrics, and go carting. He paid attention to every word I said, which made me feel special. No one's ever listened to me, except for my mother. Not once did he cut me off while I was talking, he was just listening, and laughed when I laughed or told him a funny moment.

"Do you like horror movies?" Chris asked.

My eyes lit as I shook my head excitedly, he smiles again and tells me he has some pretty gory horror movies he'd like to watch with me, he said that most of them were classic, old movies, which made me get even more excited! I love the old stuff! He tells me that he's going to heat up a bag of popcorn, grab some sodas and the movies. When he left, I got hot, so I opened the window, wind blowing in making the curtains move like in the scary movies, it was cool, I put up all my pencils and paper, and charged my iPod, turning on the t.v., waiting for Chris to come back.

So, this was sorta a filler I guess, but keep reading and I guarantee it will get better :3  Chapter 8 next!