Angel Eyes- A Chris Motionless Story

2.

==Angel's Point of View==

I'm re-stocking shirts...I look at the Marilyn Manson shirts and smile to myself; my mind flashing back to 8th grade...

FLASHBACK...

Me:
Chris, this isn't a good idea.

Chris:
Don't be a baby, Angel.

We're at his house getting ready to sneak out of the house to go to a Marilyn Manson concert. We're only 14 and the concert is for 16 and up, but Chris loves Manson...and so do I. We go outside and there's a car waiting for us. We quick slip into the back seat and the car takes off

Chris:
Thanks for doing this, Owen.

Owen; a goth that we grew up three doors down to who is a Sophomore in high school just nods and keeps driving. I look at the neighborhood sign getting fainter in the distance.

Me:
I am so grounded.

Chris:
Just relax, it's Manson! We love Manson.

Me:
When I get grounded, I'm taking you down with me, Cerulli.

Chris:
You worry too much. Just chill.

I sigh; watching the sighs pass me. I see the Lackawanna County City Limits sign pass behind us and I groan...I'm so dead. Chris puts his arm around me

Chris:
This won't be any fun for you if you worry

Owen:
Cerulli is right, Gorton...we're going to see the legend himself! Front row! Just worry about being grounded later, I'll vouch for you

Me:
John doesn't like Manson

Chris:
You need to chill, you're gonna ruin this for me before we get to the venue.

Me:
Sorry...you know how I worry about my step-dad.

Chris:
I'm not worried, I know my ass is grounded when I get home...fuck it, it's Manson. Just chill.

Me:
Yeah, you're right, Cerulli

FLASHBACK ENDS...

I chuckle lightly and keep doing my job. 3 o'clock comes around and my break is in 30 minutes, so I go to the back and grab some more shirts. The front door bell rings

Me:
Hey, welcome to Hot Topic! All band t's are buy one get one 30 percent off. Also, we have some new....(I see Chris at the door) Chris (I drop the shirts) what are you doing here?

Chris:
Just looking around. Here, let me help you get those shirts.

He helps me pick them up; seeing my MIW tattoo on my arm. He touches my arm.

Chris:
I didn't know you were a fan.

Me:
Of course I am, that's my best friend's band. I don't have to talk to you to be a fan...I love your music.

My Manager:
Angel, your break is in 30. Can you clean the dressing room?

Me:
Yeah, sure. (to Chris) just...look around I guess.

Chris:
How about I buy you some lunch on your break and we can catch up?

Me:
I can pay for myself.

Chris:
I want to pay. Please, Angel?

Me:
Fine, but I gotta clean the dressing room.

I grab a mop and bucket and start cleaning; sanitizing the seat in the room while I'm at it. I slip and fall and hit the ground pretty hard. I groan; gripping my shoulder. Daryn; my manager runs to help me

Daryn:
Oh shit, are you okay?

Me:
I slipped on the wet floor. It's okay, I'll be okay.

Daryn:
Can you stand? Let me help you.

He helps me up, I see Chris watching in the distance as he looks at the Hall of Fame t-shirts. I groan and rub my shoulder; pain shooting through my arm.

Daryn:
Maybe you should go home...

Me:
No, I'm fine.

Daryn:
You should go home, I heard you hit the ground, it must have hurt.

Me:
It did, it really did. I can push through though.

Daryn:
No, go home and rest. I'll see you Monday.

Me:
Dare, I'll be fine.

Daryn:
(sternly)
Go. Home. You aren't working after that fall...if you're still in pain, call me and the company will pay to see to it you get checked out.

Me:
(I sigh)
Fine, can you get my bag?

Daryn:
Yeah, hold on.

Chris walks up to me and looks me over...

Chris:
You okay?

Me:
Fell on the wet floor.

Chris:
You need me to do anything?

Me:
Can you carry my bag to my car?

Chris:
Yeah.

Me:
I think I need to go home, if you wanna come see my house you're welcome to.

Chris:
Okay, mind if I ride with you?

Me:
No, not at all.

Daryn hands me my bag and I give it to Chris and we head to the parking lot. I get to my car...my baby rather; a beautiful purple camero and I unlock the door and go to open the driver's seat.

Chris:
Want me to drive?

Me:
I'll be fine.

Chris:
Okie dokie

I get in and so does he, I drive to my house and park in the garage.

Chris:
Nice place.

Me:
Won it in the divorce...Dylan had to give this house to me.

Chris:
It's beautiful.

Me:
Come on in.

He follows me to the kitchen and I struggle taking my jacket off....so he helps me.

Chris:
Your shoulder is black and blue, do you have ice?

Me:
Freezer. Middle shelf.

He gets it out and hands it to me; I place it on my shoulder.

Chris:
I think you should see someone.

Me:
Nah, I'll be okay.

Chris:
Always so stubborn.

Me:
I'm gonna go change, help yourself to anything in the fridge.