you had everything planned out on how to get chris, stalking him had become sort of your occupation and in just the matter of time you got him— just by playing dumb. You got a job at a record shop just so he’d see you more often, his attention was so quickly drawn to you when he saw you all by yourself in that record shop, putting CD’s and vinyls away.

talking to you made him feel like he was a normal person, like that crowd of teenage girls wasn’t outside of the record shop waiting in a line for his autograph. He enjoyed your presence and company, so he did something he wouldn’t usually do. He asked you out, you “surprisingly” agreed to it. He hadn’t even taken notice of how you always ended up where he was which just meant you were doing amazing at keeping it a secret.

ever since you two started dating, you’ve been in the back of his car like a star fogging up the windows in the middle of nowhere. You and Chris tried so hard to keep your relationship a secret but it didn’t work out, the first time you two were seen together everyone knew something was going on and that you and Chris were just friends.

here Chris was rehearsing one of his songs while you sat comfortably on his lap, your eyes wandered all over his body focusing mostly on his fingers that were strumming the guitar, curses leaving his mouth each time he messed up his own lyrics. You placed soft delicate kisses onto his shoulder, leaving small lipgloss stains where his tank top strap was.

his fingers left the strings of the guitar, going to pick up his pack of cigarettes. He carefully took a cigarette out from the box, putting the cigarette in his mouth and lighting it before taking a hit and blowing it out. Is it so wrong that you wanna kiss him until he’s completely breathless?..

“Y’just gotta be so damn distractin’ hm? Makin’ everythin’ harder for me than it already is.” he muttered, a slight huff escaping his lips.