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" He probes me. Though it sounds dumb, I hate to admit it; I'm just hurt. I still loved my mother; how could my papa move on so quickly? Indeed, that's the reason I got quite irate. Look out the window, I say. Still all around were my ideas. "Georgia is 34; Papa just turned 44. What's Via's problem?" Chris probes me, and I stay quiet. "Papa has spent far too long grieving for mother. He should start to move on now."

She was nice enough, but she had a son named Chris who would go on to change my life irrevocably. Chris was nineteen years old. He had long hair, wore a leather jacket everywhere, even in the summer, and rode a motorcycle. I’d never met anyone like him. Our sleepy little town was full of good ole boys and geeks, but no one like him. He and his mother moved in after the wedding, and my life was never the same. At first, Chris was distant. He spent most of his time in his room, the skunk-like scent of marijuana wafting underneath the door. He was belligerent to my father, and he mostly ignored me.

She ran over to him and helped him sit up. “Fun fact, I can’t run,” Chris said, laughing under his breath. “You’re an idiot for trying,” said Heather. “I saw Evan run past here. He looked somewhat excited.” “Somewhat is not a strong enough word to describe that kid’s energy,” Chris replied, standing up. “Chris, he’s a year younger than you. You can’t really call him a kid.” “I can call him whatever I see fitting,” Chris stated. “Never mind that! What was he so excited about?” Heather asked.

“He is hot. I mean he works out, like damn” “I’m sure you guys talked then” “Yeah, sort of.. Like introductions and stuff” “Ah.. I see” “Okay so enough talk about him, lets talk about Chris” Chris is my 19 year old brother who goes to college now. I haven’t seen him in a year. I miss him a lot even though we fight over little things.

Eventually, he spat out the question, "Are you using birth control?" That caught me off guard, but after giving it a little bit of consideration, I can see why you would say that. Chris's ex-girlfriend had played a cruel joke on him, tricking him into getting her pregnant. Simply put, he did not wish for events in the past to be repeated. "Yes. I first started using birth control when I was eighteen years old. Do you want to have a look at the receipts?"

And yet, here he was—showing up for her. I needed to leave. I clutched my stomach. “I’m not feeling well,” I murmured. “I think it’s late—” Before I could finish my excuse, the doors opened, and Mason walked in. And close behind him… was Chris. I hadn’t seen Chris in years. I’d heard he was now a big-time fashion photographer, always in demand. He would always click my pictures for photography class in middle and high school until he randomly moved to another state one day.

“You guys go back to partying now.” As the guests leave one by one, she turns to Chris and Ken who are busy gathering Serin’s stuff then takes her fury out on them. “Are you really my friends?? How dare you side with that damn wench and never defend me??” “Stop talking crap,” Ken shoots her back while getting up. He leaves first. Now it’s Chris’ turn to slap her with the truth, shaking his head at her out of so much disappointment. “Come on, it’s not your 7th birthday, Gail. You just turned 19. Grow up, okay?” He walks away, then rushes behind Ken.

"It's alright." Chris took the things in Laura's hand and walked forward. "They divorced when I was 10 years old. I grew up with my grandmother after that. You will only have to meet my grandmother tomorrow. You don't need to give her this whiskey, you can save it for me." Chris kept an indifferent face. It seemed that he didn't care about if his parents were together or not. Laura pursed her lips. No children would hope for their parents to be divorced. Laura looked at Chris and wanted to comfort him, but didn't know what to say.

Age is just a number Intro- Chris is 25 and Tyla is just 40. Tyla is a fullfilled rich divorcee that has been married but divorced, she lacks nothing in life except for those intimate warm touches from the opposite gender. Chris is her neighbor, her young vibrant neighbor who has an active and vital sex life and she craves for his touch or just one night with him. Tyla's P.O.V. Nervously sitted in the living area of the boy she had crushed on heavily gave her butterflies.

"Mom! Hide me there's a zombie!" Chris shrieked as he ran towards me with his little feet. He really is the replica of his dad with the same dirty blonde hair, coffee colored eyes, nose, lips, and everything. He's just 5 years old and he is already witty and intelligent. Heck, he even beat me in chess. I don't know how the hell it happened. Well at least he don't like to touch his bum like his Dad. Because I swear, until now when we sleep I'd catch Ken cupping his own ass.