True Love...

Chapter 11

It was about 20 minutes to my place from the store. Jonny carried the drinks and me and Chris carried the snacks in one hand and our hands holding eachother in the other. No one was on the road because we stopped along the way and by the time we got to my place it was around midnight, so we walked right down the middle of the road. Laughing, racing, and raising hell.

Chris found a packet of fire crackers on the side of the road, and suprisingly the wick was still good. We saw a couple very romantically sitting on a bench about to share a kiss. Chris lit the wick and we ran down the road laughing as the fire crackers went off underneath their bench and they got up startled.

We finally made our way to the flat, and since all my keys were in my dirty clothes at the hotel, I found the spare key that I keep in the little music note statue on my front door step. I picked up the key and unlocked the door to find the little flat just the way I left it. Dirty of course, and dark. I casually waited for Chris and Jonny to walk in the door, shutting it behind them and flipping the switch to turn on all the christmas lights around the common room, and the stereo. Coldplay swicthed on and I was imediately embarrassed as Chris smiled and looked around. Jonny and Chris made they're way over to the pile of magezines with their faces on them on the table.

"You've got ALL of our magezines?", Jonny said.

"Yep. Every one since you guys started. I collect them, and occasionally read them."

I was embarassed because my house was basically scattered and filled with Coldplay stuff. Paintings I had made of them, sheet music I had created, movies, documentaries, albums, posters, shirts, basically everything and occasionally. I saw Chris sit down and pick up my Parachutes t-shirt smiling in the corner of my eye as I took my shoes off.

Various colored christmas lights were streamed everywhere. Paintings of the guys, which I had made, posters, and picture print outs hung on the wall, and sitting right next to Chris' upper thigh there was my sketch of him which I had been working on before I left for the concert. I watched him slowly notice it and pick it up slightly blushing and smiling a mile wide.

"My home is yours. Take your shoes off anywhere, and any other piece of clothing...", I said with a smart ass tone in my voice.

"Those stairs lead up to my room and the guest room. Jonny you can take the guest room, and Chris... Well, i'm sure we'll figure that out later..."

Chris gave me a smile as I took off the t-shirt that Jonny leant me revealing the tight under armour shirt Chris had leant me. Two sizes too small... figures... Hes not a girl..

I opened the black and blue package of drinks and grabbed three. Handing one to Chris, one to Jonny, and keeping one for myself as I sat down next to Chris on the couch. Jonny continued to look around, and Hurts Like Heaven played in theh background.

"So, your a big fan...", Chris looked at me with a smile.

"Yep. I was actually drawing that picture of you before I left for the concert the other day... I'm sorry... I draw stuff like that sometimes...", I said pointing to the sketch on his lap.

"It's actually really good. I love it actually...."

"Well thank you...", I said looking Chris, grabbing the drawing and sitting it on the table, while climbing on to his lap.

"Um, Kate?", Jonny said.

"Yes?"

"Bathroom?"

"Yeah! Up the stairs, down the hallway, and to your left."

"Thanks!", Jonny said making his way up the stairs.

I looked back at Chris casually staring at the bag of Love buttons on the coffee table.

"I though he'd never leave."

I grabbed the side of Chris' face and started kissing him, running my fingers through his hair. He pulled away and started to say something.

"Those are yours?', he said pointing to the Love buttons on the table.

"Yep. I wear one with absolutely everything, and I give one to everyone I love or I just feel like giving one too. They're amazing."

"That makes me love you even more.", He said.

I heard the water run through the pipes as Jonny made his way downstairs.

"Your my favorite person on the planet."

"Woah... Favorite?"

"Well, Jonny first... But close second!"

Me and Chris started laughing.

"C'mon I wanna show you something."

I flipped on the switch, revealing the graffiti painted room, and in the middle a black baby grand piano, with insides painted various neon colors.

"Oh my god it's beautiful...", Chris said awestruck.

"I know, it's pretty amazing..."

"Where did you get it?"

"Well, it was originally just black with gold inside, and it was giving to my mother for a birthday gift. I started playing around second grade and when I moved out, I took it with me. I had it custom painted to look like that, and I had this one painted too."

I walked over to the closet and opened it, wheeling out an exact painted upright Yamaha piano. Just like the one for MX.

"This. This is my baby. I paid $800.00 for this piano when I was about 17. My father got it painted for me."

"It looks just like ours! How did you get it..."

"A really good artist, and tons of photos of yours."

On the other side of the room, there were four guitars painted, three amplifiers, four sets of studio headphones, a microphone, and a keyboard. Along with a drum set and black leather couch.

"This is amazing."

"Yeah, this room has the best acoustics in the house. And it's completely soundproof. Those two doors close, and you can't hear anything from inside here, and you can't hear anything from out. It's my favorite room in the house. I spend a lot of time in here."

"Soundproof?"

"Yep. Fully soundproof."

"Oh! And one more thing!"

"That is?..."

"This room is totally painted with neon black light paint."

I ran over to the switches, turned off the one that was on and flipped on the black lights, illuminating a room filled with graffiti and instruments.

Chris laughed and grabbed me pulling me towards him and making me laugh.

"There's no way your ready for this."

"I totally am."

This was the first time me and Chris were actually alone together, and I was ready for just me and him time.
When I opened up my eyes again to a sudden stop in movement, I saw Chris. Sitting at the piano.

"Come here...", he said.

"What."

"Happy Birthday..."

"Happy birthday to me too..."