When Different Worlds Collide ✔️

What if? -Erik's POV

"Erik? What are you doing here?" She asked as soon as she saw me before smiling largely at me. She had a cardboard box in her hands as she studied me calmly.

"I could ask you the same thing," I countered with a small chuckle. I couldn't believe my luck.

"Yes, the question is: who's stalking who?" She joked as she set the box on the top of her car.

I couldn't help but to admire her when she revealed her body from behind the big box. She had on jean shorts that were about fingertip length and a loose flannel. She looked breathtaking even in normal clothes. I grinned at the giant contrast in the outfit from the night before. I thought that the normal comfortable-looking clothes suited her better; she looked much happier and more relaxed in them.

She ran her fingers through her shiny hair nervously, and I was taken aback immediately. I stepped forward, and in a way too intimate way especially when we hadn't even thought about discussing the night before, I brushed her hair to the side gently. She didn't seem to mind my touch at all and even leaned into me. I laughed joyously as I touched a purple strand of hair that was hidden unless she moved her head a certain way. The added purple looked really cool, and the shorter hair made her pretty face stand out more. She looked so much lighter; she was simply radiant.

"I love it," I told her honestly as I ran my hand further through her hair. It revealed more hidden purple streaks in her wavy hair. "It looks so dope, Kat. So much more you."

She brightened at my compliment and touched my hand that was still in her hair. "Thanks! Someone suggested that I start doing things that made me happy, so I decided to listen to that oh so wise person and start today," she explained.

She smiled at me and stared into my eyes openly; it made me feel far too hopeful. I could feel Chris' confused gaze on us, but I wasn't worried about him. I was simply focused on her and the fact that she seemed to remember the night before. I was beside myself with questions and wishful thinking.

"Besides," she finally said after we had spent far too long just staring at each other. "My mother has been dying for me to as she puts it, 'put some contrast and definition into my lifeless hair...' Purple is certainly a contrast, yeah?" She smirked and shrugged carelessly.

I laughed at her comment and nodded. "Yes, definitely a contrast," I agreed.

"I'm sorry... I feel like I'm missing something here," Chris commented with a head tilt and a gesture in between the two of us.

"Oh, you most certainly are," Kat said while laughing without elaborating at all.

I stepped away from her and sent Chris a smirk and a shrug. "Yeah man, you really are," I said following her lead until we could discuss things.

"What? I mean, what are you even doing here Kat? And why are you two acting like... that?" Chris questioned us with a frown.

"I am here to drop this stuff off," Kat answered as she grabbed the box from the top of her car again.

"And what is that exactly?" I found myself questioning.

"They're bombs," Kat deadpanned and raised an amused eyebrow at me. "They're clothes, Einstein. And I have about nine more boxes in here."

"Clothes? What for?" Chris asked nosily.

"There is a secondhand clothing store right there... I figured that I'd donate them or some shit."

"Nine boxes?" I asked incredulously and took the single box from her hands. "What are you doing? Getting rid of your whole wardrobe?" As soon as I said it, I knew that was exactly what she was doing.