When Tempers Flare (Kris) For Everone Part 2 “Fine! Then I guess I’ll just leave!” you exclaimed. “WHAT?!” Kris stood there in shock. “You heard me, I’m leaving” and with that you stormed out the front door, slamming it shut. The weather was dreadful since it was monsoon season. The rain pelted angrily on the ground, but you didn’t notice nor care. Your head was fuming mad, as you signaled a taxi. “WAIT!” you heard Kris scream behind you. He was running after you, his clothes clinging to his body—especially his white shirt—that was now transparent. This is not the time to get turned on you forced yourself to sit in the taxi, instructing the driver to head to your friends house. The taxi drove off, and on the side mirror you saw Kris’ frame enveloped in the rain. Bye. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For the past two weeks, you’ve done nothing but eat your sorrows away. Your friends tried to console you, but knew there was no budging you once you’ve made your decision. You got up, showered and changed into some clothes your friends bought during your stay. “Where are you going?” your friend asked worriedly. This was the most activity you’ve done, and they didn’t know what you were up to. “I’m going by the house to get my stuff” you mumbled closing the front door behind you. You sat quietly on the bus planning out what to do and say once you’ve arrived at your house. What a stupid excuse you thought. Of course you wanted your own belongings, but it was just a cover up. What you really wanted was to see Kris. You got off the bus, and slowly walked toward your house. You concluded that it was too early for Kris to be home. He probably has a schedule or something; I could just get my stuff then. You opened the front door, and quietly stepped inside. The whole house was dark and gloomy. Guess he’s not home. You made your way up the stairs to your bedroom. Your room was still in place, nothing broken or anything. You headed straight to your closet opening one of your duffle bags and randomly shoving in clothes. “What are you doing here?” said a voice behind you. You sharply turned around to see Kris. His face was paler, and he had dark circles around his eyes. He stood at the doorway examining you with a stern look. “Just getting my clothes…” you mumbled, quickly slinging your bag over your shoulder heading to the door. To Be Continued... Admin Aaron Loves Exo :)
Posted on: Fri, 06 Sep 2013 03:54:50 +0000
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