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Falling Fast and Breathing Hard

Leave Me With Some Kind Of Proof It's Not A Dream

That night, after celebrating with four margaritas each, we collapsed drunk on my bed. I woke up to Kris's arms around me, holding me securely as if he didn't want to let me go. I smiled to myself.

I was finally happy and completely content.

Despite my monstrous headache, I couldn't for the life of me feel like shit. I already had tragic and terrible things happen to me which made me a semi-negative person. I felt his arms around me slightly loosen which took me out of my thoughts and made me think he was awake.

"Hey." he grumbled.

"Hey."

"What time is it?"

I glanced at my alarm clock.

"Ten o'clock."

He groaned.

"My head is killing me. How about yours?"

"Yep." I said cheerfully.

"Are you sure? You sound so happy..."

"Yeah. I'm just so happy because I'm with you and my life is much better in general."

"That's fantastic." he said, bringing his lips to mine for a kiss.

The sound of his phone ringing interrupted us.

"Now, who the hell is calling me?" he asked when we pulled apart.

He answered without looking at his caller id.

"Hello?" he asked annoyed.

"Why are you such a grump?"

"I have a hangover."

"Where were you last night?"

"At Athena's apartment, celebrating."

It was Max Talbot.

What a surprise.

I fell backwards onto my pillow.

"What was that? Are you still there?"

"Athena and yes. We were both drunk and we passed out."

"How is she?"

"She's good and she's my girlfriend, now. Bye."

"What?"

He hung up.

"Jeez... Max is annoying and nosy. Does he ever shut up?"

"Hardly."

"Yay... I'm going to get something for my head. Do you want something for yours?"

"Yeah..."

I kissed him on the cheek and went into the kitchen for Excedrin and two glasses of water.
I came back to find him sitting up and he appeared to be thinking.

"Hey."

"Hey."

I handed him the water and the pain reliever and sat down beside him, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"Comfy?" he asked.

"Oh, you have no idea." I said with a sigh.

Shortly after we took the pain relievers, we felt much better in addition to the happiness that we woke up with.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked.

"Sleep."

"We can't do that."

"Why not?"

He gave me the look then laughed.

"You're so silly."

"I know."

I kissed him and he pulled me on top of him, which caused me to giggle. We started making out and things got serious very quickly. When he was about to pull off my shirt, I stopped as the memory of what happened after my virginity was stolen by someone who I thought loved me crossed my mind.

"Kris."

"What?"

I began to cry and he noticed and understood as soon as he saw the look on my face. He let go of me and allowed me to sit down on the bed.

"Athena." he whispered.

I didn't look at him and I refused to look at him as long as I was crying. I began to sob and I leaned into him and cried as he rubbed my back.

"It's okay."

"No, it isn't. I can't get him out of my head. I can only think of what happened with you know who. I wish it would go away forever."

"It will with time."

I suddenly smiled and wiped away my tears as I looked up at him. I kissed him and placed my head in the crook of his neck.

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For being here and making me feel better."

"You're welcome."

We sat there like that for a good ten minutes before we moved again.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"How about I shower and get ready, while you go home and do the same thing? I'll meet you at your apartment when I'm done."

"Sounds like a great idea."

He kissed me on the cheek and got dressed before heading out the door. Once he left, I practically jumped in the shower because I was so pumped to meet Kris at his apartment. When I was finally ready, only thirty minutes had passed and I made myself extra pretty; I checked myself a few times in the mirror before heading to my car to make my way to Kris' place. The second I reached his door, I knocked on the door in my own style, so he would know it was me. He opened the door and gasped.

"You are perfect."

I blushed.

"No..."

"Yes. You look flawless and even more beautiful."

I blushed even more.

"Ok. No more compliments."

"Maybe for now, but I can't promise anything else."

I laughed and grabbed his hand.

"Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know. We'll figure it out."

He laughed and we got into his car. I sat back and smiled.

"So, do you just want to cruise around Pittsburgh?" he asked.

"Sure." I giggled.

"You're like a different person than the one I met a week ago."

"Is that a good thing? Wait...stupid question. Of course it is."

"Yeah, for the most part."

"Hey, um...I figured I wanted to be more feminine and dress that way too."

"Can you dress this way more often?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" he asked with a raised eyebrow as we drove out of his parking lot.

"Yep. Maybe. The only time I can say I won't dress this way is at hockey games." I smirked and looked at him to see his reaction.

"That reminds me. I have to get you tickets and a jersey for the playoffs."

I leaned and kissed him on the cheek.

"You're the best."

"I am, aren't I?" he asked jokingly.

I playfully hit his arm and shook my head. I turned on the radio and The Only Exception by Paramore began to play.

Was this a sign of something good to come or was it just a coincidence?

When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it

And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist

But darling,
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Keep a straight face

And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I'm
Content with loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk

Well, you, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

I've got a tight grip on reality
But I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know you're leaving
In the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

Ohh---

You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, and I'm on my way to believing


I sang the whole song and I could feel goosebumps all over my body. This was certainly a sign of things to come.

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