The Perfect Storm

Chapter 6 - "Amber is the color of your energy."

Chris' POV:

She looked at me, with those beautiful dark eyes. My heart was racing, and I could feel sweat starting to form at the back of my neck. Her smile was incomparable to the best feeling I've ever felt in my whole life.

"Can I sleep over tonight? I don't think I can get back to my apartment. I can barely walk," she giggled. She's so cute when she's high.

"Yeah. Of course," I chuckled. This was her first time doing weed, and it was hilarious. She couldn't stop jerking her head back and forth; she started laughing like a maniac.

After we finished our joints and walked back inside, our hands were still locked together. We went back to my small room, which was covered in posters of different alternative and indie bands. Pictures of my friends and other good people covered one side of the wall.

"Hey, there's us," Kiana chuckled and pointed to a couple pictures. There was a separate area where all of our memories went. One of us together in elementary, at the school fair. Another of us on our first day of middle school. And other little tickets of theme parks and movie we had went to together.

"Yeah," I said, kind of drowsy. I took my shirt off and she raised her eyebrows.

"Um, you can just borrow my clothes I guess," I went over to my drawer and handed her some black sweat pants. As I was rummaging through the clothes, I found her sweater. She forgot it at my place the day before I left. I remember it like a picture. It was the first time we did something rebellious. Had a few drinks, smoked a bit. I never knew why I actually abandoned someone who meant the world to me. I guess I just kind of denied that I could ever be something more to her. Someone like Derek; who had a great future ahead of them.

I slowly pulled out her Hollister hoodie and handed it to her.

"Oh, no way!" she laughed as she grabbed it. She began taking off her jacket and shirt. I smiled at how gorgeous she was.

She caught me and gasped, "Chris! Turn around!"

"Alright, alright, I didn't see anything.. Yet," I smirked behind my back.

"In your dreams, Vega."

If only she knew.

When she finished changing, we layed on my bed together. She layed her head on the crook of my neck. I played with her soft dark hair, and she trailed circles on my chest. It was perfect. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

She started humming the melody to "Amber" by 311. We loved this growing up. I started singing along, even though my voice sounded like a walrus choking on a banana.

Whoa, amber is the color of your energy...

Kiana began too, her voice was smooth and soft.

Shades of gold displayed naturally...

I sat up to look at her. She kept singing, voice trembling. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes. I didn't say anything. I didn't have to.

I gently pulled her up to me, to wipe her tears. She crooked a smile, reassuring me that she was fine. But I shook my head, and held her in my arms. She felt so small and fragile, this broken little thing.

"Babe, there's sonething tragic about you... Something so magic about you. Don't you agree?" my raspy voice sang quietly and slowly, different from the usual fast tempo of the song. She showed me this new track while I was gone. Hozier became one of my favorite artists since then.

Suddenly, she got up. She looked me in the eyes, saying nothing. Then, she kissed me. Not on the cheek, not on my forehead. My actual lips. Oh my god...

It was soft, not rough. It was about pain, not hunger. It lasted for a good 2 minutes, until we both pulled away. Her faint smile heated my cheeks, quickening my heartbeat.

Somehow, I began to fix her. I repaired all the abandonment she felt for the last 3 years. But it didn't even matter anymore. I was here with her now. She didn't have to be alone.

We laid back onto my bed. I cradled her and she wrapped her arm around my torso.

As I was about to fall asleep, she whispered to me.

"I love you, Chris."

I couldn't resist but to respond back, "I love you, too."

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FINALLY UPDATED

I feel like Chris is wayyy too feminine in this chapter, oh my god. Sorry.

Oh well. 

But who really gives a crap, it's my story anyway. I hope you liked this. Please give me feedback I can respond to, and include anything you want to see more of in the next chapter. I decided I'll post every Monday, Wednesday, or Saturday.

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