I grew up. [Inactive]

Holland shrugged and fell onto the couch, her injury still bleeding. "I think each bag has at least ten grand each, but that's just from looking," Holland replied, wiping some of the blood away.
 
Chris noticed her still bleeding. He ripped part of his shirt off, and gave it to her. "Take it. It'll help stop the bleeding." C looked at her sympathetically. "Sorry. I should've protected you better." he based himself on the inside. "As for the money.. that's plenty for the idea I have in mind. I only needed 4 grand." and he laughed.
 
Holland smiled at Chris gratefully as she used the cloth to apply pressure to her wound. "It was my fault for getting grazed. I kind of made a risky move and I'm lucky it didn't put a hole in my head," she said with a dry laugh.
 
"Yea. Real lucky. For both of us." Chris instantly turned red as soon as he said it. "I uh.. I." he tried to stutter out the right words. Instead of coming up with an excuse he just let it be.
 
As Chris's face turned red, Holland smirked, then tilted her head back and looked at the ceiling. "You what?" she mused.
 
"Please don't make me.." C said. He sat down on the couch, and slowly laid back. He didn't want to go to sleep, but he knew it was inevitable. Waiting for one more reply from Holland, he forced himself to stay awake.
 
"Say.. what yo.. what you want. Yo.. alrea.. already know." He said, slowly falling asleep on Hollands couch. "You know. Already know." were the last words out of C's mouth for the night.
 
Holland sat in momentary confusion at C's words. She turned to reply, but he was out. She made a mental note to ask him to clarify his vague words tomorrow, and sluggishly walked into her bedroom and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
 
Chris woke up in the middle of day, hungry. He didn't know where anything was, so he started browsing around, hoping he wasn't making too much noise. He finally found some bread of some sort and decided it was good enough.
 
Holland awoke to sunlight streaming through the broken windows. She groaned, partially because of waking up but mostly because of the headache she woke up to. She frowned, but got up and found her box of Pop tarts below her bed. Holland took a package and ate it while walkout out of her room to see if Chris was awake.
 
Chris saw Holland with poptarts, and gave her the jealous look. He looked back down at his own meal (consisting of 3 slices of whatever bread, and some random spread he found) and puppy dog eyed her. No words were needed to see how bad he wanted those pop tarts.
 
In response to Chris's pathetic look regarding what she assumed was the pop tarts, Holland rolled her eyes, went back to her room, and grabbed some pop tarts for Chris to have to himself. She tossed them in his direction, and said, "Breakfast of champions."
 
Chris eagerly ate the pop tarts tossed at him. After eating and being not particularly full, but satisfied he said good morning to Holland. "I don't even remember what happened last night." C said to Holland, hoping he hadn't done something particularly horrid.
 
"I figured. I didn't have as much to drink as you did, so I remember bits and pieces," Holland replied with a grin, planning on enjoying his lack of memory to her advantage and enjoyment. "Sleep well?"
 
"If you think sleeping on a couch is fun, then yes." he smiled weakly. "Did I say anything, or do anything, that you remember, that was stupid?" he asked Holland nervously. He tended to be a big idiot when he was intoxicated with anything other than sedatives.
 
Holland laughed. "You did a lot of stupid things, C. Nearly got your ass kicked for some of it," she lied easily. She just hoped Chris wasn't good at reading people.
 
"Haha, no." Chris laughed. "Ain't nobody stupid enough to fuck with me when I'm sober. Yet alone when I'm drunk and high. Good try though." and he smiled.
 
Holland pouted momentarily in defeat, but it was swiftly replaced with a smile. "Can't blame me for trying. You did fall down a flight of stairs though. That was pretty funny." She laughed at the memory.
 
"I bet it was." Chris laughed. "Anything else?" C was curious about his excursions. (Sorry on my phone. Can't format).


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"When you started to sober up, right before you crashed, you were saying stuff. You blushed and said 'don't make me' and I asked you what you meant, but all you said was that I 'already know,'" Holland replied, running a hand through her hair. "You weren't making much sense, really."


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"You don't know what I meant" C didn't know what to say "Really? Holland... it's pretty obvious." Chris was trying to avoid saying it blatantly.


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Holland frowned. "Call me crazy, but I was too tired to think it through and even now I can't really put the pieces together," she admitted.
 
Chris exhaled deeply. "You really gonna make me say this?" Chris looked at her. Instead of saying anything he walked over to Holland, leaned in and kissed her. He didn't stop to see if she made any moved, or her facial expression. He just did. He didn't have any plans on stopping unless she did first.
 
Holland froze at first when Chris's lips met hers. She was trying to process the fact that Chris was kissing her when she found herself responding. Her body relaxed, and Holland kissed him back.
 
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