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emory pov

CHRIS TAKES MY HAND AND HELPS ME out the car. it's been a week since i was moved in with him and the boys . everyone decided it would be best if i moved in with chris and the boys. chris told me about the whole leah thing but i don't know what that classifies me and chris as.

we're currently at the sugar factory for a little "date". chris has been here before but i haven't. i let chris order for me as i look at him admiring him.

he is absolutely gorgeous to me. i don't think i'll ever get over how he can look so good so effortlessly.

he reached over the table and grabs my hand stroking his thumb over my knuckles. "i'm sorry about leah." i say looking at him. i know he really loved her.

"well emory, i did the same to her. we both cheated and i don't love her anymore." he says smiling at me.

"you aren't upset?" i ask pulling my eyebrows together.

"i'm right where i want to be emory."

his ball cap sitting backwards on his head which makes him look way younger than he is. it's hard to think he's eighteen. he soft features make him who he is though. he just makes it so hard to breath around him. i feel like if i do one wrong thing he'll leave.

i squeeze his hand tighter. i want him to know i'm not going anywhere i just have no idea how to prove it to him.

we sit in silence until our food is sat down in front of us. looking at the giant mound of sugary food, i just know i won't be asleep for a few days.

i hold chris's hand while i drive. chris always seems to squeeze my hand a little tighter every once in a while.

he should know i'm not going anywhere. once we pull up in front of the house i put the car in park and hand chris the keys. i'm super happy matt got a new and improved car instead of that damn van.

everyone's getting ready for this killer party tonight but chris is making me stay home with him. which i'm okay with, i'd like some alone time with him.

we make our way into chris's room and i lay down on the bed. i've been sleeping with him since i've been back here. it feels good having him next to me.

chris lays down by me and kisses me. i smile into the kiss receiving one back.

"what's wrong?" he ask pulling his eyebrows together.

"i'm just not in the best mood." i say smiling.

"oh. okay." he says turning on the tv and laying down.

"are you mad at me?" i ask confused.

"no." he says looking over at me.

"well you're acting like it." i say crossing my arms.

"i just said i wasn't mad at you, seriously."

"well i don't believe you."

"my god, do i ever fucking win?" he snaps then stands up putting his hands behind his head.

"i need a minute." he says stepping out the room.

i pull the cover up over my body and hug my knees. i seriously hope he isn't mad at me because i said i wasn't in a good mood. that would be dumb and immature.

i wake up to it being pitch black and the door being opened. chris turns the lights on and looks at me. he looks drunk. he went out and left me here. hm. i lay back down and turn away from his side of the bed. he shuts the lights back off closing his door.

i can hear him taking his clothes off as he walks. the bed dips when he gets underneath the covers. his hands wrap around my waist as he pulls me into him.

"i'm sorry." he lets out a sigh.

i don't reply. i just want him to talk, it makes everything so much more better.

"it's just you got under my skin. once i tell you something believe it. i'm sorry i snap but you just pissed me off."

"please turn around and look at me emory." he says. i turn around and look at him taking his face in my hands.

"i didn't think i'd ever be here with you. it was a shot in the dark but i'm happy i'm here."

"i dont give a shit that you are in a bad mood. that's fine. if i can have you as my girlfriend but have to deal with a shitty attitude, that's fine. trust me." he says which i know he is smirking in the dark.

he alway knows what to say to make my heart race and make a smile spread across my face. "i love you emory, i promise i always love you."

this boy will absolutely be the death of me.