Resembling Cutlery on the Sofa || Jerane
In the past few weeks, Chris had discovered that the world was full of many firsts. He had experienced several all in a row. He was about to experience one right now. He'd never invited anyone over to his place before. However, here he was - in a pair of dark wash jeans, his chest bare - waiting for Allison to make her way to his place. He'd spent the last twenty minutes in his closet, trying to find something to wear. Everything he tried on didn't hang on him right though. Maybe physically they did, but he didn't like the way he looked or felt in his own skin. "Why are you so nervous?" a shirtless Chris asked himself as he looked in the mirror. "She's just a girl and you're just a guy and she's coming over to hang out." Even as he stared at himself, he knew he was so full of shit. There was something about Allison that made him so nervous that he couldn't even choose something as simple as a shirt to wear.
Christopher's left hand moved to his right shoulder. There was a scar from where the bullet had entered his shoulder. He knew that if he looked over his shoulder, he could see an exit scar as well. He hadn't felt it hurt in a few days, but he had spent more time in the station than he usually did. Turning away from the mirror hanging from his closet door, he rolled his eyes and groaned loudly to himself. He was going to have to hurry up and decide on a shirt or he was going to end up topless. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and he groaned again. Not because she was here - unless it was his neighbour complaining that they were locked out again - but because he still hadn't chosen anything to wear. He looked down at his bare torso, his jeans hanging on his hips. The look wasn't terrible, but he'd find something after he let her in.
Walking to the front door, he wiped his hands nervously on his pants and chewed on his bottom lip. His place wasn't huge, but it wasn't small by any means. After taking the short journey to the front door - which he considered turning around several times to put on anything he could - Chris stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath. "She's just a girl." But a light pulse in his right shoulder secured the fact the he was lying to himself. Wrapping his long fingers around the doorknob, he gave it a light twist and opened it up.
"Well, if it isn't my little bird. Found the place alright. I hope?" During their last - and only other - encounter, Chris had given Allison his address and invited her over for dinner and a movie - Officer Jericho style. This entailed homemade stuffed chicken breasts, cheesy pasta, and whatever movie was on television. "Well, come in. Dinner's almost done." He reached for her hand, but didn't take it. Everything was so new to him that he didn't want to overstep his boundaries.
