Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

23 | Blvck

Chris did as I had asked and stayed away. It was late now, and I was tired. I knew he was still hurt. I didn't wanna keep him from sleeping in his own bed.

I can't stay mad at him. I've been thinking about it more and I realized that it's not my place to get mad at him. He does what he has to do. It's not my concern. It shouldn't bother me. I'm lucky he lets me live here. I don't need to step in and get mad at him about things that aren't my problem.

I got out of bed and headed down stairs. I walked down to his office and knocked on the door.

"It's open."

I opened the door and entered the room.

He was leaning in his chair, his eyes half open. He looked like he was falling asleep.

"Hi." I spoke.

He didn't respond. He just motioned for me to come closer.

I stepped towards him and stopped in front of his desk. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" He asked, sitting up and stretching his arms above his head.

"I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I know it's not my place. I just got scared and I-"

"You don't have to apologize. I understand. I didn't really expect you to hear the gunshot, but you did, and I don't blame you for getting upset." He explained. "I did what I had to do. And again, I don't expect you to understand completely why I did it."

"Oh."

"And it is your place to say something if you feel like it. If you're going to be in my life, and be my boyfriend; if that's what you want to be; the you have a right to speak up about things that concern you regarding my actions."

His boyfriend? I mean, it sounds so odd. I've never had a real boyfriend. But, we put it out in the open, we said that there were feelings, but we never said that. We never said out loud that it was official.

"I-I do want that." I whispered.

"You want to be my boyfriend. Officially? There's no pressure. If you say no, things stay how they are."

I nodded. "Yeah. I do."

He smiled. "Good."

He patted his leg. I walked around and sat on his lap.

"Let's put all of this behind us. Okay? You don't have to be upset anymore. Forget all of this happened."

I nodded again.

He kissed the top of my head, pulling me close to him. "Come on. I'm tired."

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We were sitting in the upstairs part of Chris's club. He said he wanted to come, but that he'd rather me stay up here with him instead of going downstairs since I'm already injured. He doesn't want anyone bumping into me or anything and fucking up the cast that was on my arm.

I could still hear the loud music playing and Chris was holding a bottle of vodka that we were passing back and forth.

"I have an idea. I want you opinion." He stated.

He stood up and walked over to the window that overlooked the club.

"What is it?" I asked.

"What if I put in a runway like thing with a pole in the middle of the floor? And like, hired a few dancers? Do you think that would boost business?"