emo love/

emo love/

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Chapter 3

christopher the love strick!

The beeping. God, it was pi$$ing me off. What was that beeping? And what were these wet droplets that kept falling on my face? There were so many. I opened my eyes, slowly. It hurt my head a little bit at first, but my eyes eventually adjusted. Everything was so WHITE. Or, the ceiling. That was what I was staring at. I shifted my eyes to the right and saw Christopher's face in his hands. The wetness on my face was coming from between his fingers. Tears? Why was he crying? I reached my arm up, but it got stuck. I looked down to see and IV connected to it. Ugh. I hated hospitals.
"Christopher, I'd like to comfort you, but I can't move my godd*mn arm," I stated.
His head whipped up. His cheeks were tear-stained and his eyes were red and a little puffy. He looked like a mess.
"Oh my god, ________," he breathed. I suddenly found myself in a very deep kiss with Christopher. His hands were on my cheeks, holding me to him. He kissed me like he was never going to see me again. I heard the sound of the heart monitor's beeping speed way up. And then it just flatlined. Christopher jumped back, looking scared. The monitor went back to normal as my heart pretty much restarted itself.
"Sorry," I murmured. "Guess I got to into that." My cheeks were rosy; I could feel it. Christopher just laughed, relieved.
"They said they didn't know if you were gonna make it," he stated. "I'm so glad you did. Please, please, don't ever try to leave me again. Do you have any idea how scared out of my mind I was? Goodness, ________."
I looked down, like a guilty little kid. "I'm sorry," I replied.
"Don't. Don't apologize. Ever." He kissed my forehead. "I'm so sorry. I know I contributed to that."
I shrugged. "It wasn't just you. There were so many things that led up to that. So don't even begin to blame yourself."
He still looked a little guilty, so I scooted over. "Join me?"
He laid down on the bed next to me and laid an arm under my neck for me to rest on. I curled into his chest and his arms wrapped around me protectively.
"You will never know just how much I love you," Christopher whispered into my hair. I felt him kiss the top of my head for a long moment, and then he rested his head on mine. "You are so beautiful, ________."
I was blushing madly. "I have to say, you're the more beautiful one."
"That's not possible," he stated playfully, looking down into my eyes and poking me on the nose.
"Whatever. It's completely possible, because it's TRUE," I replied, poking him in the chest. He rolled his eyes and we had this adorable little argument. He finally won by stopping my retort with another kiss.
I was released from the hospital a few days later. Christopher never left me...at all. Neither of us minded, though.
When I went back to school, everyone knew. They all looked at me differently, like they were scared or something. But Christopher, he barely left my side. He was always holding my hand and telling me he loved me. I felt like a new person with him.
On that first day back, Josh came up to me. "Guess you really are an emo $lut," he stated, eyeing me with disgust. "Trying to kill yourself? God. You're weak, bit--"
He didn't even finish his sentence before Christopher punched him square in the jaw. And then Christopher beat the stuffing out of him. He got suspended from school for a bit, but I saw him everyday anyway. No one messed with me after that. I even made some friends. Life was getting better, and even though it hadn't been officially asked, Christopher and I were no longer two separate beings. We were one, a couple, happy for the first time in quite some time.

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