Posts by brambleclaw21

"But it smells like you!" She protested weakly easily leting him take it off her. Underneath Cris wore a white, very tiny tank top with noodle straps. The thin material showing off her neon green bra underneath. "Farther than the park?" Cris asked holding up her hand.

Nothing much. It turns out my best freind tyler is going to ask me out soon. None of the guys will stop talking about it.

"I thought I told you. Cris Burns." She stated simply simling and giggeling at his funny stare. The mischevious one. Taking his hand she took a big gulp of her firfly and twirled around. "Want to see my flipside? You'll have to show me yours." She whispered in his ear. Her neon blue eyes mysterious.

Cris shook her head and stormed off towards the kitchen. Fi ding a carton of ice cream, bread, and some ham Cris also took a few bottles of water. Then she loked herself in thebathroom. Justherself and the bow and arrows. Suicidle thoughts racing throughout the teenagers mind.

"Would you cut it out? I was just freaking defending myself. I didnt mean to hurt you. Ok? Who do you thinkforced food down your gullet while you were out cold? Made sure you were hydrated and healthy? I could have left you for dead but I didnt." Cris creid her blonde hair blowingin the stro g wind outside.

"Your place? Hmm sounds kike fun!" She smiled and leaned her head on Jack's shoulder. Her blue eyes sparkled like the carribean sea as she watched the road with tired eyes. She kissed his cheek and punched his shoulder. "Blue one no punch bags!" Her once weak tired eyes fun and exited agian.

Eating the icecream first Cris layed her heac down weapon tucked next her. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. Was he hurting the puppy right now? For something it didnt do or did do because it was to young to know the difference. Cris sighed because there was nothing else to do.

Cris giggled slighty seeing he wasstaring at not only the white tamk top but what wasunder it. "I dont know if I'm ready." She suddenly said feeling timid. Her eyes showed it too. There where camers all of the room you couldnt see and you would never know.people were watchi g you. Cris treid to get up but he was pinning her down.

She laughed and put on the James Bond look pretending to smoke a pipe. "Burns. Cris Burns." She burstin to a laughing fit grabbing her side and holding onto Jack's wrist tightly. "Ok sorry. I told you liqour makes me act all crazy. How long till your house?" She now let go of his hand.

"No. You cant pick me up I'm to fast for you." Cris opened the door and closed it gently making a run for the door. Her tennis shoes light and soft just like bare feet. Her black wavy hair blew behind her and her skin was just a little darker than a fair aun-kissed color. "Like I said, different styles." She said gazing at his huge house and her eyes grew wide.

Cris shook her head eyes somewhat sad and tired. Wanting so desperatly to crawl into his strong safenarms and cry all of their troubles away. Knowing thatbwould never happen for real though she opened te door. Leaving him and his jaket inside. Making her way to the camera room Cris smiled at her.mom. "Did I donalright?" The woman nodded eyes narrowed. "Perfect."

Ooc:lets have him pass away because in order to like have comfort she will have to open up to Hank even though she doesnt want to ;)

Finally faling asleep her nightmares reappered. None of them were ever the same. Not even similiar. The were all horrible too. They showee her freinds and family being killed while Cris was torchered and hurt. A couple where her little brother was killed over and over te same way he deid.

Confused now Cris took a few steps away pretending to be scared. "What are you talking about?" Her eyes gave away the act though. She knew it to. Cris was having to much fun to care about what she was doing. Skipping around she saw the lake. "Buetifull. You rish in it?"

As she felt warm comforting hands pick her up Cris was only half awake. She did t dare open her eyes though for the nightmares were actually fading. Snugeling up closer she didnt squirm or fight. There where no sudden shouts for help. She was calm and relaxed. Actually getting good sleep.

Raising her eyebrow in the unique way of her Cris seriously said, "Not enough." She plopped down on the couch and listened to the now pouring rain outside. She had never really like thunder. It freaked her out but she couldnt let it get to her. Couldnt let it ge-BOOM! "Oh my god! What the he**?!" She screamed burrying her face in a pilow.

Breathing in the scent she had grown to know Cris smiled in her sleep and clutched tightly to the new leathery object in her hands.

Waking up the next morning Cris was pressed up agianst the warm body she had fallen asleep with. She was well rested and extremly happpy. Opening her eyes to see the thing in her hand s Cris gasped but didnt say anything. All she did was set the collar down on the table next to her and sigh.

Cris smiled weakly at Jack before stealing his cup and taking a shot herself. Resting her head in his lap Cris looked up at his soft brown eyes. She could get lost in the coffee bean, chocaltete like mix. It was new to her. The feeling she was experiencing. It was more than fun.

Laughing Cris walked over to help. Takingthe zipper she lifted it away from his body and pulled his shirt material away. Unzipping the jacket all together. "Tada!" She jumped down onto the bed and looked around the room. Couch, bed, radio, tv. It was pretty nice.

The familiar warm voice greeted her. Cris turned on her side to face it. She was pressed nose to nose with him. Her bright blue gaze meeting his coffee chocaltet one. Gettng lost in the brown and slightly green orbs. Cris couldnt pull away. Couldnt look away. Cause ight then. Somthing clicked. Cris woudltn show it but something definitally changed.

Ooc:

Cris finally fell from the trance hearing his voice and shook her head. "Sure and yes. Thanks." Cris climbed out of the bed walking to the kitchen. She tookout the eggs and sausage. "Want wome bacon too?" Her eyes agian made co tact with his as she was puttingher hair up.