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9. Falling in Love... Again

The sun will burn my eyeballs out one day, I guarantee it. Especially since I can't remember to close my freaking blinds.

I have a computer dangling off my bed.

Oh... and I am basically lying on top of Chris Motionless.

Oh shit, I forgot to tell him that I'm literally the worst person to sleep next to.

Okay now... let me do my part and scoot over. Before he wakes up.

Last night was awesome. We watched the newer Texas Chainsaw with Trey Songs in it. He is a cheater and her best friend is a freaking bitch. We both agreed that it is not nearly as good as the first one.

I find it kind of sick that she just decides to live with her cousin in the end. I'd never do that. He wears human skin as a mask, but whatever, it's just a movie.

A want to wake up Chris so that we can go and do something together.

Okay, well, why not do it. I rise above him a bit and use my body to jump on the bed and use my hand to pat him. "Christopher," I say.

His eyes open and LITERALLY the first place that his eyes go to is my boobs. Oh come on, I can't help that it's more comfortable to sleep braless in a tank top. If you want somebody to blame, blame mother nature.

He lightly pushes me off and rises up. I can tell by his body language that he didn't really like the fact that he looked at my boobs... and that I noticed.

Whatever, I liked that he did that.

"You just couldn't let me sleep in... a little longer," he complains.

I lightly push him and say, "Oh, come on, negative Nancy, I just want to hang out with you."

He looks me in the eye again, I guess that he feels comfortable enough to do it now. He brushes my hair back which makes me blush. That makes him smile. "Okay, what do you want to do?" He asks.

"Let's take a walk. I know that sounds cliche, but I really like doing it," I say.

"Okay. Sounds good."

I get off of the bed and open up my second drawer for a shirt. I grab a black T-shirt then I open up the next dour where my jeans are. I grab my favorite. My light blue Sevens.

Okay, top drawer... you are embarrassing.

I open it and grab out a Victoria's Secret bra and hide it underneath the other two articles of clothing.

"I'll be right back," I tell Chris and saunter out of the room so that I can go change in private. Why does Chris have to be so cute? Like... is that really necessary?

My bathroom is so small and petite. I'm lucky that the Goddamn shower can fit in here.

These jeans feel tighter.

Uh...

I'll take care of that later.

My bra is still fit and comfortable. My shirt... well, of course it fits me fine. It could fit some lucky bitch with a size D in it.

Let me put this hair inside a contained ponytail. If I'm not able to do anything else because of the time then the least I can do is hide most of it's imperfections.

I'll survive without makeup.

Okay... I'm done.

I leave my bathroom and Chris already has on his shoes.

I smile at him.

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"This park is much different than the skate park. I could never go there again," I reveal as Chris and I walk down the bath.