Vacay day 2/7

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I wake up and feel arms on me

I open my eyes and look at myself to see Chris holding me

I turn over to face him and he's sleeping

I smile at the fact that he snuck in through the door to sleep with me

I take my of his arms off from overtop of me and hold it to my chest and leave kisses all over his hand

I kiss the tips of his fingers and he twitches under my touch

He doesn't wake up so I keep trying, I kiss some usual spots on his face, occasionally on the corner of his lips of course

"Chris" I whisper looking at him "Chris wake up" I whisper

He groans in annoyance "b" I whisper

His eyes open and he turns onto his stomach to hide his face

"Get up" I say and get out of bed

He whines and sits up letting the blanket fall off of his bare upper body

"We're going to lunch" I say and pick out an outfit

I choose some Jean shorts with a white cropped tank

Chris gets up and walks into his room and I keep getting ready

Me and Madi do our hair and makeup

We all talk for a little while then we find a place to get lunch

I pick at my fingers and look around out the car window until I feel a grasp on my hands

I look down and Chris is holding them

I look up at him and he shakes his head slowly

I look away and we soon get to a food place

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10pm

I walk into my room and drop my bag down to the floor by my bed

I pull my hairtye out of my hair and drop onto my bed

Soon afterwards I fell asleep.

3:02am

I wake up to my phone buzzing constantly from Instagram

I grab it harshly and turn it on silent

I drop it and get out of bed

I look in the mirror at myself and decide to change

I pull my shirt over my head dropping it on the floor and look for a big hoodie

I peek into the boys room and they're all asleep

I creep over to Chris's suitcase and slowly pull a black hoodie that reads sturniolo in red on the front

I grab a matching pair of black sweats and go back to my room

I face a blank wall in my room and unclio my bra dropping it down to the ground

I slide on the hoodie and pull of my shorts, they fall to the pike of clothes on the floor

I pull his pants on and grab my phone and wallet

I slide my hands into my pocket holding my stuff and try to quietly open the door

It creaks a billion fucking times so I squeeze through the Crack and shut the door

I walk down to the end of the hall way and go into the stairway hall

The door clicks shut and I lean again the wall for a second

I text one of my old friends because she sent me a message I didn't answer yesterday

I slide my hands back into my front pocket and walk down the two flights of stairs

I walk down to the other end of the hall and look at the vending machines

I get a small box of advil for my cramps and a bag of purple skittles

I slide the advice in my pocket after taking a pill out and holding it in my hand

I open my Pepsi and toss the advil in my mouth and wash it down with my drink

I turn to leave the little room area with all the vending machines and jump when I see a person

"Jesus christ" I almost yell and put my hand over my mouth

"Shh" he says

"What are you doing up" I ask "I heard you come into our room" Chris says

I walk down to the exit door and Chris follows

"I didn't mean to wake you up" I apologize

"Don't worry about it" his arm slinks over my shoulders

We walk out to the parking lot and sit on a curb

"Why are you up" he asks taking a drink of the Pepsi

"I woke up and didn't wanna go back to sleep" I look through the parking lot and at the commotion of the city

We sit in silence for a while, not an awkward silence, a comfortable one. Where we know we can talk or stay silent if we want

I chew on my cheeks and pick my fingers slightly and this time Chris never noticed

"Let's go inside" he says taking my hand and we go up to my room

We lay in bed and he traces my chest the word sturniolo on the hoodie

He slowly falls asleep laying on my shoulder and I stare at the blank white ceiling for what felt like forever

After waiting forever I fell asleep holding onto Chris's hand

You and me - Chris Sturniolo Waar verhalen tot leven komen. Ontdek het nu