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Chapter 2
Kris
was ready to cry when she hung up her black cordless, but restrained herself
because Chris was there.
"So, how is Na? You haven't talked to her in a while," Chris commented,
wrapping a strong arm around her waist from behind and kissing her silky black
hair. Kris fought to control her conflicting emotions, and said, "Great,
she's doing well."
"Why don't you go visit her Kris? She is your best friend, and I think
it would do you good to be near the ocean again." Kris' bright blue eyes
lit up and she looked Chris deep in his green, green ones.
"Oh Chris, I'd love to! She always says my bed is still free and stuff.
Are you gonna come?"
"Um, no I think I'll stay. The only thing I demand is...you have fun, baby!"
"Oh Chris, this is such a good idea, thank you," Kris said, then gently
kissed Chris's soft lips.
"I love you baby," Chris murmured. Kris froze. It was the first time
he'd said it, and her mind flew back to another time and place.
*Flashback*
Kris was in the hospital, brutally beaten and near death, when one voice
called through the darkness.
"They say you're in serious trouble, Kris, but I know you're gonna pull
through. I know there is no alternative, because I love you and I can't live
without you by my side. I'd give you all I have, if it means you'll be okay
and I'll always have you by my side."
***
Kris held Christian close, but could not, just couldn't bring herself to say
it.
"Same here, hon," she murmured, then ran off to pack. *
*Kris' POV*
I slowly gathered up my stuff as I thought about the guys and what it would
be like when I went back. Somehow, I didn't expect a warm greeting, but certainly
nothing cold, except maybe from Brian. I'd watched the guys change and grow
over the past two years. My fave song was "I'll Never Break Your Heart".
Ironic? Maybe. From what I'd been told, the blond chick in the video was Brian's
newest girlfriend, and my heart broke whenever I saw it. I couldn't stop the
jealousy from rising, wondering if Brian had forgotten me. I'd cheered and been
the first one to buy their 'Millennium' CD, and in the crowd at Times Square
when they spent two hours with Carson on TV, live. Brian was afraid to go to
the window, he hates heights, I remember. Crazy though I may be, I still tape
whatever I see on them on TV and any magazine with the smallest article or pic,
I buy. Chris thinks I am insane, and maybe I am. I finished packing, and realized
for the hundredth time most of my stuff was still at my apartment in Orlando,
with Na and the guys. "How am I gonna do this without getting hurt?"
I wondered, picking up the cordless to call for my plane tickets. *
The next day, I found myself at the airport, Chris carrying my luggage. Finally,
it was time for me to leave, and as much as it hurt to admit it, I was happy
to be leaving on this four hour trip that would take me back to the place of
my dreams. I turned to Chris, and there was a look on his face I couldn't decipher,
as he leaned down and kissed my cheek instead of my lips, which confused me.
"Baby, have fun. If anything happens, well, I'm here for you. Just call
when you wanna come home."
"Chris, what's wrong? You look nervous or something.." I was cut off
by one of his fingers gently placed on my lips. He whispered, "Do you really
need me to tell you, because..."
"..some things are better left unsaid," I finished.
"Last call for Flight 69 to Orlando, Florida..."
"Aahh, that's me! Bye Christian, I'll call you when I get there!"
I said, then ran to catch my plane, wondering what changes lay ahead in Orlando,
the city of dreams. *
I couldn't help but smile when I looked out my window and saw Orlando International
Airport floating towards me, the sun shining through fluffy white clouds. I
jumped up from my first class seat and leisurely made my way down the ramp,
pulling on my sunglasses and fisherman hat. I was wearing a deep purple tank
top, black Capris and black platform sandals with little flowers, that I'd seen
when I went shopping and couldn't pass them up. Since I wasn't expecting anyone
to be waiting for me, I was headed for luggage claim, when I heard a crazy voice
call, "Kristina Tenom! Kris, Krissy! Aaahh, hahah.."
"Bone!" I screamed, then turned to see the most welcome sight in the
world. A tall, tattooed man with sunglasses in a tight, blue shirt and black
cargoes was standing on the other side of the room. A smile broke out on his
face as I ran towards him and he started laughing that crazy laugh again. He
met me halfway and twirled me around, careful to avoid the staring bystanders,
then hugged me close and kissed my cheek.
"AJ, what are you doing here?" I cried, so happy I almost burst into
tears.
"Long story, I'll explain later. Kris, how are you? You look great,"
AJ sincerely complimented, making me twirl in a circle for him as we walked
to the baggage claim area. I grabbed my bags, then something caught my eye and
I glanced up.
"AJ, let's go," I said, my luggage now in hand. There was a HUGE group
of girls not too far away and I didn't want to wait and see if they recognized
him.
"So, you don't think I'm serious?" AJ pouted, pretending to be hurt.
"No, AJ, I believe you, thank you, but we need to go, now," I commanded,
grabbing his hand.
"Huh?" AJ asked, still confused as I tugged him away, then he made
the mistake of looking around.
"Oh sh*t!" AJ muttered, then quickly turned around, heading for the
door. Too late.
"Oh my God, it's AJ from the Backstreet Boys!" someone yelled, followed
by a chorus of screams loud enough to make anyone within 1000 yards deaf and
a stampede as the girls ran after us.
"Oh sh*t AJ, run!" I yelled. Grasping my hand tightly, we ran out
the lobby and through the revolving doors, the fans not far behind.
"AJ, where is security and where the hell is your car?" I gasped,
my luggage feeling like it weighed a ton.
"Right here," he said, tossing my stuff in the back of a gray Ford
Expedition, and pushing me across the driver's seat , into the passengers seat
with the fans only a few yards away. AJ carefully backed up, then tore off,
avoiding the frustrated fans as they waved, glumly watching us leave. *
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