07 - Surreal.

"Don't make any noise." Chris whispered as he opened the front door, we were both sneaking into his house.

He said his dad wouldn't like it if he found out that he went to a party that doesn't have anything to do with basketball, trust me I looked at him weirdly wondering what kind of person coach Williams was.

"I need water." I whispered back, he nodded in response and grabbed my hand pulling me in the direction of the kitchen.

I wondered why he was holding my hand, what did he think I was? Some five year old kid? I almost huffed.

We walked into the kitchen and Chris switched on the light, I couldn't be more grateful to be in the light as he gave me a glass of water.

I placed my hand on the counter and drank the water graciously. I needed it after all the screaming I had done at the bridge. Not to talk of all the tears that I spilled.

"Chris is that you?" A voice asked, my eyes widened in alarm. He said everyone would be asleep.

"Shit!" He whispered and took a hold of my hand pulling me behind the kitchen door.

Out of all the places to hide in this huge kitchen he chose the back of the door? Such a dumbass.

"One movement and we're a toast." He whispered placing a hand over my mouth, I almost hissed in annoyance.

I gave him a glare that meant 'I got the message, must you cover my mouth?'

He gave me a look which says, 'I'm making sure.'

"Chris?" A female voice called which I assume must be his mother, she walked into the kitchen and sighed.

"I'm damn sure the kitchen light was off." She pondered. My heart kept...