Started With A Kiss

Chapter 6

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♡ Chapter 6 ♡


"Thanks for coming to Siobhan's house, especially since you're so busy," I said to Chris just as we left Siobhan's house. 

"It's alright, it was pretty fun," He smiled at me. I laughed loudly. It had been a disastrous baby-sitting time at Siobhan's house. 

First of all, after Siobhan had asked Chris about the tickets (and he agreed), she decided to go grocery shopping and leave us with her little brother. Secondly, the minute she left, Theo had let out a war cry before tying us together back to back while we were sitting on our chairs. Thirdly, he spent the next two hours shooting us with his arrows from his arrow and bow set while we tried to escape. 

When Siobhan finally came back and demanded Theo to let us go, Chris and I finally managed to high-tail our way out of that lunatic asylum. 


"I apologize on the behalf of Siobhan and Theo, they shouldn't have done that to you," I added. Siobhan had literally screamed her whole head off when Chris had arrived at her place, and only quietened down after my threats. 

"No worries." 

"So, did you drive here?" I asked him.

"Subway," He shook his head. 

"Ah. Well, I think I should go home now," I started after a moment of hesitation. "I have training tomorrow, and it's getting pretty late." 

I started walking after waving at him. However, after a few steps, I stopped and turned around. Chris was still standing in the same position, and he waved at me awkwardly. 

"Do you, um, want to walk with me?" I asked boldly, feeling my face heat up. Luckily, it was night time so my cheeks weren't visible to the average human eye. "My apartment is about eight blocks away." 

"Sure," Chris stuffed his hands into the front pocket of his jeans as he walked towards me. "So, where are you planning to go for college?" 

"Columbia," I beamed at him, "Journalism." 

"Wow, the Ivy League. You must be pretty smart, huh," Chris teased, grinning back at me. 

 
I shook my head quickly. "Not so sure about being smart. You know, I want to be a journalist. I can't do that nine-to-five desk job. I need to move around a lot, so being a journalist is perfect for me. I'm not sure if I can get in, though."

"What's your back-up, then? If you don't get in?" Chris continued. 

"I'll apply to the Navy. Just work for them for two years, and they'll give me a scholarship to any college in the country," I shrugged. It was a plan that Zack had thought up during one of our sibling bonding moments, when I had been panicking over college applications. It had been quite difficult to convince my parents to let me go to the Navy (if I didn't get into Columbia), since they never had to face their child being rejected by a college (Zack and James went to community colleges). Fortunately, after some help from James and Zack, they relented. "What about you? What do you want to do with your life?" 

Chris sighed. "I'm basically stuck in the modeling industry for a few more years, but once I leave, I want to be a doctor, which means that I have to go back to school." 

"Why not stick to modeling? You have an excellent bone structure," I accidentally blurted out, my cheeks flaming from my outrageous comment. 

He laughed loudly, freely. "It's not really my thing. Besides, most models retire by their thirties. I want to move out of New York, maybe go somewhere with a slower pace of life for my future family."