Kris dropped me off at my house and went back to his apartment, instead of staying like he planned. He said he needed to just go be alone again and think about things. He's always thinking about it and he's getting more depressed by the day. I ate some cheese on crackers and talked to my mom a little bit about how the cruise went. I did manage to get a little tan today so she was jealous of that. I showed her my souvenirs then at 11:45 went up to my room to try to get to sleep. Of course it took forever to fall asleep. I'm so used to being in a big bed, with Kris and here I am, in my little single bed, all alone. I wake up early, and I hadn't slept well. Instead of putting the clean clothes away like I should I just dump all of my clothes into the hamper and leave it like that. I grab a few sweaters, a few t-shirts and a few other tops that I like, for my trip to Montreal. I take all the jeans that I didn't have on the cruise and stick them in the suitcase too. I hang out with my family until like 2:00, then say I have to go to Kris's to get a few more things ready. "Bye. I'll miss you." I kiss my mom on the cheek before leaving for the second time in 2 weeks. I have to admit that while I can't stand my family's controlling habits, they've done really well letting me do my own thing since graduation. I get to Kris's at about 2:30 because traffic was decent. I take the elevator to his floor and find his door. I knock a couple times and there's no answer. "KRIS!" I say loudly. There's shuffling inside and then he opens the door. "Hey." He says, sounding and looking sleepy, his hair all tangled and messy. "Come in." "Hey," I give him a hug, letting go of my suitcase to do so. "I'm all ready." "ok. I'm not. Help me?" He looks at me hopefully. As if I would say no anyways. He wraps his arm around my waist and leads me to his bedroom where his nasty brown suitcase is laying open on the bed. "K." I say as he walks over to his dresser. He holds up outfits for me to judge, and then judging on my reaction, throws them into the suitcase, or back in the dresser. He grabs a black suit and automatically folds it then lays in the suitcase. I packed a black outfit as well, just in case. "alright. All packed." he says, folding over the lid to the suitcase and zipping it up. "thanks." He leans over and kisses me. "welcome," I say, smiling. "we've got," Kris looks down at his watch. "3 hours til we need to be at the airport." "Mmk. Let's do something before we leave." I say, not ready to leave Pittsburgh again, just yet. "Wanna go get something to eat?" He says. "I haven't eaten anything all day. "ok." I say. "Cheesecake Factory?" I ask him. So we go, and eat and blow time until it's time to go to the airport. Getting on the plane is easy, no stupid little things to get in the way. Our flight is smooth and we're in Montreal before we know it. It's nice how time flies when you're with someone you love. It takes forever to find Kris's parents car and when we do, both our suitcases don't fit in the trunk of the tiny thing without smushing them. Finally, we get it all in and we pile in the back. We're all introduced in a couple minutes and they seem nice enough. I hope they like me... Driving through Montreal for the first time, I'm amazed at the sights, even at night. It's so beautiful. It doesn't take long to get back to his parents' house and I wonder if we'll be hearing planes go over all the time. We moved from where I used to live because we had that problem. I'm following Kris into his bedroom when he says "oops.. you're gonna be in there." He points across the hall. I frown quickly, then turn around, pulling my suitcase behind me. I guess I won't be sleeping with Kris, unless it's not like a rule. Long lonely nights for Ruthanne. That's not why I'm here, I remind myself I set my suitcase on my bed then go to Kris's door and knock. "Hey." He says, pulling me into him and kissing me. "How are you?" "Good." I say, kissing him back real quick. "Yeah?" He says, kissing me again. "Except for the fact that I'm not sharing a bed with you. I could hardly sleep last night." He kisses me yet again. "My parents didn't know whether you'd be more comfortable in there, or in here." He says. "Oh." I say. "well, can I come in here with you?" "Sure." I smile and hug him then pull away to grab my suitcase from the other room. When I come back, I eye up Kris's bed. It's a double, thank heavens. Big enough for the two of us. I hug Kris again. "I'm so happy to be here." "it is nice." He says, "especially with you here." I smile again and he says, "my parents are gonna go to bed soon." He says. "D'you want to go downstairs and hang out?" "um. sure," I say, just happy to be with Kris.
Caitlin's Point of View ;)
It's 10:15 and I've got 3 texts. Sidney, Ruthanne, Brittny?
Sidney: Hey darling, how'd ya sleep? Call me. <3
Ruthanne: Made it to Montreal, sorry I didn't call or anything.. it was late. :) ttyl. miss ya already! <3
Brittny: So.. how was that cruise?
I shake my head, and try to believe what I'm seeing. Brittny. Texted me? About the cruise?
I dial Sidney's cell phone, still confused. He wanted me to call, after all.
"Hello?" Sidney says.
"Heyyy." I say happily.
"Good morning sleepy head. How'd ya sleep?" Sidney asks.
"Good." I say. "well, not really, but. yeah," we laugh and then I say, "Brittny texted me about the cruise?"
"Weird. What'd it say?" Sidney asks.
I repeat the text and he's confused about it too. "Maybe she meant just what she said," I say. "I'm not going to answer it of course," we laugh again. "What're you doing today?"
"Sleeping." Sidney says. I can hear the smile in his voice and I smile too.
"I'm packinggg." I whine. "Help me?"
"packing for what?" He asks, then figures it out. "Oh yeah. I'll come over later. I still have to unpack."
"Ok. As long as I get to see you," I laugh at myself. I've become totally dependent upon him. But I guess I can't be blamed. He's only the nicest, and the hottest guy to ever walk the earth, and I was stuck in a cruise suite with him for an entire week.
Sidney laughs and says, "talk to ya later Caitlin."
"bye!" I say, still smiling, then hang up. I go downstairs to eat breakfast.
My mom greets me, "mornin hon. There's breakfast in the microwave." I walk over to find some waffles and bacon. A weird combination, I think, but yummy nonetheless. It's still warm so I don't bother to reheat it. I hate the chewy consistency microwaving things gives them.
"How were you while I was gone?" I ask my mom, "anything happen?"
"nope. We were good. Everything was great. I did get calls from a few of your friends. I wrote them down here." She picks up a notepad from the end table next to her recliner. There's a list of names filling up most of the page. Brittny's is on it, twice. Why would she call if she knew I was going to be on a cruise?
I ponder it for a second, then decide I'll ask Sidney later. I can't help but feel Brittny's up to something. But I'm almost positive she can't get between me and Sidney.
I hang out with my mom, and play with my new lap top some more until like 2:00. I really need a shower, so I go upstairs to what is basically my bathroom to get washed up. It's about 3:00 when my phone buzzes because Sidney's calling me. I take a break from blow drying my hair to answer it.
"Hey."
"I'm coming over. Now." Sidney says, sounding stressed.
"Ok?" I say, a piece of hair falling in my face and distracting me.
"Yeah.. See you soon. love you." Sidney says.
"ok." I say, after he already hung up. "weird." I say to myself, and in the back of my mind I have this niggling thought about Brittny being behind his stressed tone, but I disregard it, thinking all drama between us and her is over.
I dial Sidney's cell phone, still confused. He wanted me to call, after all.
"Hello?" Sidney says.
"Heyyy." I say happily.
"Good morning sleepy head. How'd ya sleep?" Sidney asks.
"Good." I say. "well, not really, but. yeah," we laugh and then I say, "Brittny texted me about the cruise?"
"Weird. What'd it say?" Sidney asks.
I repeat the text and he's confused about it too. "Maybe she meant just what she said," I say. "I'm not going to answer it of course," we laugh again. "What're you doing today?"
"Sleeping." Sidney says. I can hear the smile in his voice and I smile too.
"I'm packinggg." I whine. "Help me?"
"packing for what?" He asks, then figures it out. "Oh yeah. I'll come over later. I still have to unpack."
"Ok. As long as I get to see you," I laugh at myself. I've become totally dependent upon him. But I guess I can't be blamed. He's only the nicest, and the hottest guy to ever walk the earth, and I was stuck in a cruise suite with him for an entire week.
Sidney laughs and says, "talk to ya later Caitlin."
"bye!" I say, still smiling, then hang up. I go downstairs to eat breakfast.
My mom greets me, "mornin hon. There's breakfast in the microwave." I walk over to find some waffles and bacon. A weird combination, I think, but yummy nonetheless. It's still warm so I don't bother to reheat it. I hate the chewy consistency microwaving things gives them.
"How were you while I was gone?" I ask my mom, "anything happen?"
"nope. We were good. Everything was great. I did get calls from a few of your friends. I wrote them down here." She picks up a notepad from the end table next to her recliner. There's a list of names filling up most of the page. Brittny's is on it, twice. Why would she call if she knew I was going to be on a cruise?
I ponder it for a second, then decide I'll ask Sidney later. I can't help but feel Brittny's up to something. But I'm almost positive she can't get between me and Sidney.
I hang out with my mom, and play with my new lap top some more until like 2:00. I really need a shower, so I go upstairs to what is basically my bathroom to get washed up. It's about 3:00 when my phone buzzes because Sidney's calling me. I take a break from blow drying my hair to answer it.
"Hey."
"I'm coming over. Now." Sidney says, sounding stressed.
"Ok?" I say, a piece of hair falling in my face and distracting me.
"Yeah.. See you soon. love you." Sidney says.
"ok." I say, after he already hung up. "weird." I say to myself, and in the back of my mind I have this niggling thought about Brittny being behind his stressed tone, but I disregard it, thinking all drama between us and her is over.
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