True Love...

Chapter 8

As soon as we got off the lift, Chris grabbed me and Jonny's hand pulling us down the hallway and into his room. It's been confirmed that we were the only ones staying on that floor. So we were practically free to do whatever the fuck we wanted. So, we played a little game of football in the hallway with laundry baskets and a football. After that we ran back into Chris' room and jumped on the bed laughing. The music was blaring in the background and we could barely hear each other. Jonny laid laughing in the floor while me and Chris were giggling on the bed.

Chris leaned over. I put my hand on his face laughing and pushed him away.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?", I yelled over the music.

"I don't know...", and he proceeded again.

"Hey Kate?"

"Yeah?"

"Be my girlfriend?!"

"Sure!"

It was the most subtle and unexpected thing, but somehow the most romantic thing someone has every done to me. It was short and straight to the point and I like that. Me and Chris, we were the same and when I first talked to him, I knew something was happening. He was flower, like me. A burst of color and happiness. We were living in the moment for every second and every minute. Every hour and day. Month and year. It was all ours. The world was in our hands.

And then he grabbed me and kissed again.

I flipped off the music and looked at the two.

"You guys ever seen The Walking Dead?"

"No...", the both said.

"We're watching it. End of story."

It was my favorite show of mine and I was madly in love with Andrew Lincoln. Jonny got up walked across the room. Closing the door. I think we were all a little too drunk. Especially me, because I got up out of bed, walked over to Jonny, sat down next to him on the opposite bed, giggled and smiled at him. My face got really close to his and I laughed.

"Hey Jonny. Where's the remote?"

Jonny laughed and handed me the remote and I ran back over to Chris on the bed.

"Netflix! Andrew Lincoln! Chris Martin! Jonny Buckland! How can it get any better then this?!"

I turned it on to the first episode and Chris and Jonny got quite into it. Before we knew it, we were screaming at the television and we were done with season two.

"What happened?", Chris whined as the episode ended.

"That's the end of the season. You gonna have to wait till October sweetie cakes."

I put a kiss on Chris' cheek.

"Sweetie Cakes?"

"Yes Sweetie Cakes."

I stopped to look over at Jonny, who had passed out in the floor by half way through of the second season.

I had almost forgot it was my birthday. We had stayed up so late that it was already after midnight and it was officially December 3rd. It didn't feel like my birthday. I wasn't in the U.S.

"Hey Chris..."

"What?"

"It's my birthday."

"No shit?!"

"No shit."

"You are playing with me aren't you?"

"Nope. Really my birthday. Born at 4:31pm straight from my mother in the U.S."

"Well. We know what that means."

"PRESENTS, AND CAKE, AND JUNK FOOD. LET GET WILD."

We both laughed and I put a kiss on Chris' lips.