The next morning, I woke up, I could feel something kinda heavy on my legs, I look down to see what it was, it was Chris. His head, and chest was lying on my legs. I tried not to move sense I didn't want to wake him up, but I had to use the bathroom. I was getting kind of concerned, wondering why is he in my bed, I picked up my iPod to check the time, it's 1:30 pm. I slowly slid my legs away from Chris and attempted to walk but I fell due to my legs falling asleep, as I fell I made a big thumb noise, waking up Chris, he saw me getting up from the floor. He rubs his eyes and speaks in his sleepy voice.
"Are you alright? That was quite a tumble you took,"
His sleepy voice was so cute, I brush off my clothes and assured him that I was fine and headed to the bathroom, to brush my teeth, as I did so, I focused on my cuts, they were healing up pretty fast."
"I hope you know that I was speaking from the heart when I told you what I saw in you...don't give up," Chris says. He smiles at me and walks away, I smiled faintly to myself, thinking about last night, I immediately got butterflies in my stomach, a feeling I've haven't felt in forever. Why am I feeling these things when I think about Chris? I spat out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth out, and met Chris in the kitchen, he was leaning over the counter, eating a handful of cereal and scrolling on his phone, he looked up at me and smiled again.
"You hungry? I was waiting on you to come out so you can tell me what you want to eat,"
"Surprise me," I replied, scratching at my scars. Chris looks at my arms, he looked away and got out a skillet and some cooking oil.
"Vaseline," he said, as he sprayed the skillet with oil.
"Huh?"
"Vaseline, it should stop the itching, and it'll heal faster, I have some in the bathroom under the sink, make sure to use little dabs of it, then spread it on the affected area, if you use a shit load of it, it won't work as good"
I got the Vaseline and dabbed it on my arms, and put it back under the sink, when I walked back to the kitchen, Chris was cooking up a mouth watering breakfast, his phone rings.
"Could you answer that, please, L?"
I pick up the black iPhone, it was Ghost who was calling, I answered.
"Hello?,"
"Hey, who's this, did I dial the wrong number? I'm sorry." Ghost said.
"No, it's me, Liz, we met the other night back stage, Chris's friend,"
"Oh! Hey, wassup, is Chris busy?"
"Yeah, he's cooking breakfast,"
"oh, well tell him to call me back when he's finished,"
"kay,"
"By the way...why are you at his house? I'm just wondering...."
"My stepfather kicked me out, Ricky saw me stranded, he took me to Apple Bees and told Chris what was happening, then Chris came to get me, he offered for me to stay.."
"oh, I'm sorry, Chris is an asshole after you're around him for so long," he says laughing.
"Ha, I definitely haven't seen that side of him yet," I reply, as I think about last night.
"But, anyway, I'll tell him to call you back ASAP,"
"okay, thanks, bye,"
"bye,"
I hang up and watch Chris struggling with the eggs on the skillet, he kept cursing at himself, saying "shit," "fuck" "dammit" "fucking flip!" "what the hell" and "fucking flip, you damned eggs!" I laughed and took over the cooking, blushes and cover his face in embarrassment.
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Behind Closed Doors ( Chris Motionless)
FanficLies. Temptations. Deception. Dark Pasts. Addictions. Things behind closed doors.