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song of the chapter: lost in stereo - all time low
{ note: sorry about the five second silence before the audio plays }

+♥ Autumn ♥+

And it was just a couple months ago, I had him right where I wanted him. And he had me. Everything was perfect, it was all falling into place, just how we planned it to be. But no, nothing can ever go right with me. Of course we just had to fight. Of course he just had to leave.

I bit on my bottom lip, trying to hold back the tears. Someone walked in, and I stood up, getting ready to leave, but it was just Emma. "Thank God I found you," she said. I sat back down, and she sat next to me. "Hey, why are you crying?"

"You know, the usual," I mumbled. "Chris. I just. Miss him. I'm pretty sure he doesn't even miss me. He was so... Pissed."

"Autumn," Emma hushed, putting her arm around me. "Its okay to miss him. I get that you have to let it out somehow. You can cry all you want, okay? Tell me all about it."

I leaned on her shoulder and cried. "I remember when we met," I sobbed. "When PJ and I were still in University. A-and. And he-" Look at me. I couldn't go 2 minutes into the topic without turning into a complete mess.

"Its okay, you don't have to tell me about it. You can just cry. Don't force yourself, okay? Just. Whatever makes you feel better," she smiled at me.

I had myself down on her lap, looking down at her floor as I thought about things, tears wetting her jeans, oops. There was nothing I could do to stop them, though. It was torture, remembering him. He was so shy and so scared and I swear to God he was so cute.

{ note: the next parts will be from when PJ and Autumn were in University, if it isn't obvious }

Sophie and I stood behind the door, waiting. She's rang already, but I think they're too busy chatting. To be honest, at that moment, my palms were sweating, my heart was racing, and I felt like throwing up. The good way. It was my first time to meet Chris, and I believe that first impressions were the only ones that mattered.

PJ opened the door, we walked in, introduced ourselves, and the night went as planned. Bought some beers, chatted, watched a movie. Typical things. Only I really did feel something with Chris. Call me cheesy, but it was like we clicked or something. I know he and Peej had a bromance going on, but he really did interest me.

Typically, I wouldn't give two shits about riding cows, or some old man in a gimmel. Hell, he would have lost me at attercop. I didn't usually care about some northern boy's back story, about his parents, about his mum, but this time I did. Everything about him was suddenly so interesting. I don't know if it was because I've had way too much to drink, or because he was really that attractive. He smelled really nice, too.

By one in the morning, I wanted to rest my head on his chest and listen to his heart beat until we both fall asleep, I wanted to listen to him speak for hours on end, I wanted to pretend like I've known him my entire life, because I felt as if I did. Unfortunately, relationships don't form that easily. What is this, a fucking fan fiction on wattpad? Grow up.

By two am, Sophie had left. "I think I should go now," I mumbled. I took my car keys out, standing up, only to fall back down. Wow. I'm such a lightweight. Oh well, there's an attractive boy in the same room as you, stand up, and fix yourself. Yeah, nope. I made a run for the bathroom, throwing up my breakfast, lunch, and dinner, while PJ and Chris held my hair back.

"Autumn, you didn't even drink that much," PJ groaned. "I always tell you not to start, because you can't even take the slightest bit of alcohol without throwing it up. Christ, bro."

"Oh, shut it PJ, nothing you can do about it now," I told him, spitting the last of it into the toilet bowl. To be honest, I didn't know if I was blushing red because I had just made a fool of myself in front of boyfriend material, or because I was drunk.

"You can't drive yourself home like this, Autumn," Chris said, rubbing my back. I stood up, and washed my face in the sink, mumbling something along the lines of how I was fine, and that I could drive. "You'll get pulled over. Let me drive you. I barely had anything."

I heard rustling, and some giggles from the two boys who stood behind me. PJ mumbling something about moves. Everything was too difficult to make out. I wanted to make out with Chris. What. I tied my hair back, and turned to them, to see Chris push PJ away. "Okay then, let's go."

So I said goodbye to Mr Liguori, and headed out the door with Mr Kendall. There was this awkward silence as we walked, so I drew attention to myself, stumbling a little. On purpose. For the d. Haha.

"Christ, you can't even walk straight and you wanted to drive yourself home. You're fucking mental," he said, putting my arm around him. I leaned into him, for "support", kinda. While we walked, I couldn't help but look up at him.

One thing I couldn't help but stare at were his eyes. Hazel, I think. Or green. Whatever. They were gorgeous and I wanted to lose myself in them, which I think I was already doing, because he looked back down at me, and smiled. "Which one's yours?"

Oops. I looked ahead of me, unlocking my shitty secondhand (Third hand? My dad got it from his brother, and gave it to me.) Mazda. Chris took the keys from me, and helped me into the back seat. "Can't I sit in he front?" I mumbled. Unconsciously playing with a lock of his hair. He blushed.

"Its not safe, plus, you might throw up, don't wanna get that all over your dashboard, do ya?" He smiled, to which I shook my head. "Alright then, let's go, shall we?"

At that time, I didn't realize how big those six words were, how much joy, how much pain they would bring me. I was not ready for the rollercoaster of emotions that is Chris James Kendall.

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⏰ Last updated: May 04, 2015 ⏰

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