Kendrick Lamar - Swimming Pools (Drank)
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Beat The Devil’s Tattoo
It’s been a long time….
Chris scratched at the back of his neck and spread his arms out wide into a big yawn. He took a pill swallowing it down and then looking over at the alarm clock. 9:30. Just about that time. He moved through the spaces of his living courters that he shared with his new friend for just a couple of months and started packing. He didn’t know where he was going or what he should do. All he knew was that he couldn’t stay away for too long. He had up and left. Something that he was used to doing, but he didn’t really care anymore where he was. Some feeling was missing that he couldn’t describe. Chris moved his feet on the ground as Naomi came in the doorway of the flat.
“Where ya going?” Her skin was shining with the sunlight behind her, pushing her hair back and smiling wide at him. Her legs bare, swinging one of them back and forth against the other one. Her eyes moving her way along his torso.
“I think it’s about time I go back to Bristol, yeah?”
She moved her brown hair back, coming over to sit with him on the bed. “Are you sure? What about your noggin?” Chris shrugged, “I’ll live. I always live. I’m Chris fuckin’ Miles.” He leaned over to her to give her a kiss on the cheek. “You be good, yeah? Come visit me. I left the address in your phone last night.”
Naomi looked up at him, reaching out her hand for him with a soft smile. “Think it’s changed? Friends and work… The people?”
Chris shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know until I give it a go, yeah?” He kissed her softly on the lips, pulling back and scrunching up his nose, “Besides… if I have to look at your mug all day I’ll fucking go into shock again.” Naomi kicked him as he grabbed his back and hauled it over his shoulders. Leaving the one space where he felt free for so long.
Chris got off the train and wondered a couple of things. Did Franky still live in his flat? Did his friends absolutely despise him for running away? Chris traveled back to his flat first. He reached for the key inside of his pocket and moved up the steps practically running to his old surrounding in the building that was nothing but a memory to him. He turned his key in the door and opened it slowly, “Franky?” He looked around to see some of her things still there. He smiled to himself a little that slowly faded when he went to the back. His room was still the same, his clothes was still there, his pill cartons lining the walls of the room. He went over to sit down on the edge of his bed. The grey sweater pulled at the sleeves was being pulled more. The nervous habit he picked up from being so many places. Chris closed his eyes and let out a deep breath moving his hand inside of his pocket to get out his cell phone.
He played with the phone for awhile, looking at her name on the screen and moving his mouth around. “Fuck it.” He got up, pushing his keys back into his pocket and headed out to his old work station. Elizabeth was the only one who knew where he was headed and the only one he needed to keep in touch with.
Chris walked into the warehouse to find her on the edge of the stage, she was typing away at her laptop and he gave her a soft smile. “Working hard you cunt?” Elizabeth lifted up her head, she looked at him with the biggest smile that hes ever given her and put her laptop done running over to him. “I fucking don’t believe this shit right now. Fucking Miles. Love me. Oh my god…” He wrapped his arms around her lifting her from the ground, her heels clicking down when she put him back. “You’ve been gone for like… what a fucking couple months.” Chris nodded, “Three I think. To be exact. In all fairness… I got tired of looking at your face.” Elizabeth smiled wide at him, moving her hand to the side of his cheek, “I’m so happy you’re back. Now we can fucking fire the muscle we hired after you left. He’s a fucking idiot…” Chris laughed a little with an awkward shrug, “I’ll be on first thing in the morning. i kinda have to deal with…” As he said it the door flew open and Morgan was in the door frame of the warehouse as the door slowly closed behind her. Her brown eyes stared straight at him and he bit his lip with an big Chris Miles smile as he turned all the way to look at her. She’d gotten prettier if that was even more possible. More stunning than he actually remembered her being.
Morgan looked at him with her big brown eyes immediately dropping her back and running towards him. She wrapped her legs and arms around his muscular frame and hugged him tightly. “God. I hate that I can’t stay fucking angry with you…” She leaned back and ran her fingers along his face lightly smiling really wide at him. “I’m sorry I went away…” Morgan moved her hand into his hair and pulled it hard. “DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING RUN AWAY AGAIN YOU FUCKING CUNT. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY MORONS I HAVE TO DEAL WITH WHEN YOU’RE AWAY.” He made a pained face and expression as she pulled, “FUCKING HELL. I GET IT STOP PULLING. WHY CAN’T YOU DO THIS IN THE THROWS OF LOVE? WHY ARE YOU HURTING ME?” Elizabeth put her hand over her mouth laughing at the both of them.
“Have you told Franky or any of your friends you’re back yet?” Chris looked at Elizabeth, moving his arms around Morgan more to not let her down yet.
“Not yet… Should I?”
Elizabeth nodded, Morgan nodded after with a smile, “First… I’m keeping you to myself. You’re going to tell me where you were and why you’ve been hiding so long. No ones coming in until…. Three I believe. It’s way early.” Morgan kisses his cheek and lets herself down from him. They all went to Elizabeth’s office to have a spliff and some drinks. Chris moved his gaze between the two girls, who were practically like family to him. He looked down into his drink, taking the rest of what he called a baby shot down and proceeded to move the spliff between his lips. He still wondered what Bristol had in store for him since he’d been gone.