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Chapter 15
*Brian's
POV*
I watched Kris kiss that guy from where I was dancing with a girl, whose name
I don't even remember, and I wanted to run over to him and yell, "No, she's
mine!" I saw the startled looks on his buddy's faces, and wondered who
he was. I grabbed Na and asked. She turned pale and wouldn't look me in the
eyes.
"Prince William," she whispered, then ran away. I figured the others already knew by the shocked looks on their faces. I sat there with my head in my hands, wondering what the heck was going on and why I felt so jealous, when I heard Na yelling to Kevin.
"She's in there, she fainted and I can't wake her up!" I got up and ran into the bathroom, and found Kris in a heap on the floor.
"Oh sh*t!" I muttered, trying to wake her up, shaking her gently, to no avail. I was picking her up just as the guys rushed in. Kevin held the door as I ran as fast as I could, trying to push through the gawking crowd. Then Kevin was there again, and I understood why his nickname is Train as he parted the crowd in front of me so we could get out, quickly. We found the car already out front and Howie in the front seat. Kevin gently took her from me and I was ready to jump in the car when I felt a tug on my shirt. Imagine how I felt when I turned to see Prince William there.
"Chap, my name is Wills. Will Kris be all right? What happened?" I couldn't be rude, I just couldn't.
"I'm
Brian, and I don't know! I'm sorry, we have to go, nice meeting you!" I
jumped in the car and Howie D. peeled rubber, and I yelled, "Howie, other
side of the road, man!" *
*3d
Person*
Kris opened her eyes to a pair of very concerned blue eyes and asked, "Wills?"
He flinched, then said, quietly, "No, it's Brian, babe.. how are you feeling?
Do you remember anything?" Kris blinked, then smiled halfheartedly.
"I've felt worse.. yeah, I remember and I feel like an ass! I feel better now that you're here now, though," Kris whispered, sitting up and hugging him.
"So how do you feel, now that you know you've been kissed by royalty?" Brian asked in a fake British accent, pretending to be a news reporter, using his hand as a microphone.
"Um, well.. it was good, but if I'd known, I wouldn't have let it happen! I'd say I was drunk, but I only had Coke," Kris murmured, laying back down. Brian kissed her on the forehead and left, then came back a few minutes later, in boxers. Kris waited until he slipped under the covers and shut off the lights, then said, "Brian, I never intended to let that happen, he was such-"
"Kris, don't. Don't explain, apologize or worry, I understand. If it makes you feel any better, I kissed someone tonight, too." Kris felt a pang of jealousy, but realized as Brian slipped an arm around her waist, that she was in his arms, no one else was. She rolled over,and watched his peaceful face, laying her head on her hands on his chest.
"Is something wrong, Kris? I get the feeling you want my attention!" he teased, to cover up the emotions he was trying so hard to control. She sighed, unconsciously tracing his scar lightly with one finger.
"Brian, how many times can you screw up before there is no more forgiveness? You're my best friend, and I've done so many things wrong, but you're still here for me. I don't get it, most people would've given up on me by now." Brian's heart nearly broke at the word best friend, but he held back his tears.
"Because you are my best friend, I love ya babe, and besides, I couldn't get rid of you even if I wanted to!" Kris giggled and punched him lightly.
"Thanks a lot, B-Rok, I love you, too." Kris laid her head on Brian's chest, listening to his heart beat.
"Thank you, Brian," she whispered, then slid up closer to his face, so she could tell what he was thinking.
"No problem, babe," Brian replied, almost inaudible, her face centimeters from his. He pulled her closer and Kris could feel his need and see it in his eyes. She tenderly ran a finger on his lips, tracing them lightly as he looked up at her, wanting her so bad, but knowing he couldn't.
"Kris, don't," Brian moaned, lightly kissing her fingers one by one as she ran them across his lips. Kris bent her head and gently kissed his lips. Brian pulled Kris closer, kissing her hard for a few moments.
"Kris, no, this isn't right," he murmured with a groan, lightly pushing her off before he lost control. He got out of bed and headed for the door with a grim smile.
"Sorry
Kris, I had one too many drinks tonight and I don't know how long I'd be able
to control myself," Brian apologized, then disappeared into his room leaving
behind a very confused Kris. *
Kris woke up the next morning to the insistent jingling of her phone.
"Oh crap," she moaned, rolling over. She ended up on the floor, and Brian ran in, having heard the phone and not wanting it to wake her. He started laughing at her, still doing so as he said into the phone, "Hello?"
"Good morning chap, is Kris awake yet?" came the hearty reply. Brian glanced at Kris, still on the floor.
"Yup, if she'll get up off the floor! Kris, it's for you!" he said, handing her the phone. She looked him in the eye, and mouthed, "We need to talk."
"Hello? Hey Wills..I'm fine, I'll explain later. That? Oh, I fell out of bed.. well, I won't, don't worry. At twelve? I'm at the Ritz, yup.. okay, see ya in an hour Wills!" Kris hung up, then turned back to Brian, who was standing right there and scared the crap out of her. Kris looked him in the eyes and started hesitantly, "About last night.." Brian placed a finger gently on her lips, to silence her.
"Kris, that was my fault, I had one too many beers. I knew it and should've never come in here, but I was worried about you. We couldn't wake you up, but the doc who came in said you'd be okay. It won't happen again, I'm sorry." Kris looked at him silently for a moment, wondering why he was so sorry for something they had both enjoyed. He opened his mouth to say more, but Kris held up her hand.
"Stop it Brian! Quit making excuses for something neither of us is sorry about!" Frustrated tears were filling her eyes as Brian stared at her, but knowing she was right. Kris hugged him, and Brian gripped her tightly, afraid if he let go he'd never have her again.
"I'm not sorry and besides, I kissed you first." Kris backed up and ran into the bathroom, but not before he saw the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Damn it, what's my problem? Why can't I just ask her? What happened to what we had before we left?" Brian thought, slowly walking back to his room. *
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