Kissing in Cars

Chapter 11

It seemed I was prone to waking up in odd places. I awoke, once again, considerably close to Chris, but this time was different. This time I snuggled deeper into the warmth of his sheets that smelled like him as his arms tightened around me.

"Good morning," he whispered.

I looked up at him, smiling at his messy hair and tired expression. "Good morning." Then with a start I looked down, and sighed with relief to find that we were fully clothed.

"Don't worry, I'm not that douche that has sex with you when you're drunk," Chris chuckled.

"I know I just...... I don't know," I sat up even though all I wanted was to lay there forever. Suddenly the the sound of a door slamming shut cane from what seemed like down the hallway.

"Oh no. No no no no no," Chris mumbled furiously and dragged me out of bed.

"Whoa what-"

"Shhh!" He said as he practically through me into his closet.

"What are you-" he shushed me again so I lowered my voice to a whisper. "What are you doing?"

"My mom's coming and she can't know you're here," he said frantically as he closed the door. "Just stay here and don't make a sound," he ordered and I nodded. He gave me a quick smile and peck on the lips before sliding into the closet door shut completely.

Only a moment later I heard the door open.

"Hi mom," I heard Chris say nonchalantly.

"Who's here? I heard someone else here!" A woman said but she did not sound like Chris's mom. This woman sounded broken. Driven mad and was on the brink of snapping. This woman was nothing like Chris's calm cool and collected mom from our childhood. This woman sounded hollow.

"There's no one here, mom," Chris said calmly.

"Would be just like you to have a friend over while your sisters lying in her grave!"

"There's no one here!" Chris's scream hid my gasp. Dead? She's dead? I didn't know what to think or make of that.

At that moment I heard another person walk into the room.

"What's going on here?" I hear Chris's dad say. He didn't quite have the same smile in his voice but he was no where near as broken as his mom was.

"Mom thinks there's someone in my room," Chris huffed and I heard his dad sigh.

"Grace, have you been taking your pills," his father said softly. Pills? What the hell was going on? It sounded like his dad was leading his mom out of the room. I heard her voice getting more and more distant as she went on about something involving her meds being a waste and that she wasn't crazy. I waited patiently and soon enough Chris had opened the closet door with a worried expression.

"You're not gonna run away in fear now are you?" He asked and he was so adorable I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him and pull him in for a kiss. I felt him grin against my lips as he mumbled "good".

This was so surreal. There I was, kissing Chris. Chris. My best friend at one point and worst enemy at another. Now he was..... My boyfriend? I wasn't even sure but I was sure about one thing: I really liked kissing him.

Too soon Chris pulled away. "Come on let's get you out of here before my parents see," he said pulling me out of the closet. I didn't see what the big deal was though.

"Why is that so bad? I think they'd be happy to see me after all this time," I said and Chris got this sad look on his face.

"You don't understand. My parents, they've.......... changed."