Chapter 2.

When I first met Kris I didn't know she liked girls. In all honestly she didn't know either. Even though I'm straight, as far as she knows, we went through the whole process together. I was there for her every step of the way, and at the same time she was there for me while I dealt with my own family problems. When I first met Kris my Dad had just died a few months before. He had been driving home from work one night and a drunk driver ran a red light. When my dad died my mom just sort of withered. She wouldn't eat and barely came out of her room, and I couldn't blame her. While she withered away in her room I was left to take care of my brother at home. He was only 12, he was just a kid. Its been a whole two year since her outing and my tragedy. Me and Kris were drowning, but I guess we saved each other. We kept each other sane and safe when no one was around to. When no one was there to be strong for us, we were strong for each other. I like it just me and her.

"Kris hurry the hell up your taking forever." I moaned irritatedly

"Well if you hadn't been such a smart ass Braddock wouldn't have made us run an extra lap."

"I was kidding when I was the first six were too easy! I didn't think he'd take me seriously!" Next thing we heard was a "You suck Avery" from the other side of the locker room. At that me and Kris just burst out laughing and left the locker room before they could yell anything else.

"Whats your mom making for dinner tonight?" I asked because I was starving. Kris' mom is the best cook in the world. She can make any and everything, so almost every day after practice we head straight to her house to eat and do homework.

"You ask me every time and I tell you every time I don't know" she said with a devious little smirk as she got in my car. Kris still hadn't gotten her license even though she was seventeen. Needless to say I drove use everywhere we needed to go.

When we got to her house I ran in to see what Mrs. Wright was making. "Hi Mrs. Wright how was your day?" I asked genuinely interested. Mrs. Wright was the sweetest lady you could ever meet. She was a stay at home mom loved nothing more than to spoil her kids rotten.

"It was good. I did some grocery shopping while you girls were at school and I even got Kristine her favorite ice cream but don't tell her or she'll eat it all at once." I just laughed and so did she as Kris walked in.

"Whats so funny?"

"Nothing." I said a bit too quick so Kris just gave me a look. Quickly I changed the subject. "The foods not ready yet, lets go finish our homework in your room."

"Fine but you better not just copy my work." She said with the devilish grin.

Kris' house was a two story house and it was nice. Like really nice. I have no idea what her dad does for a living but I know that it must pay well. When you walk into Kris' room the first thing you see is her giant king size bed. Her room is huge. The back wall has a window that shows you their two acre back yard with all the oak trees. I loved being in her room in the fall or when it would rain because we would just sit on her bed and watch the rain fall or look at the leaves that had changed color. My favorite thing part in Kris' room is this picture she has of us framed on the wall. It was taken right after one of our tournaments the first year we met. We had barely won. We were down 45-44 and had twelve seconds on the clock. Kris rebounded the ball and with 4 seconds on the clock threw it to me and I shot it wishing with every bone in my body that I would go in, and somehow it did. It was a great day.

"Hey we have a league game next Tuesday don't forget."

"Oh yeah I forgot." I replied

"How could you forget? Its our last league game before season starts."

"Yeah I know I know. But this is why I have you, to remind me of this stuff. I'll be better when season starts because those games really matter."

"You'd better, I don't need you showing up at half time like an idiot." I just rolled my eyes and tried to focus on my pre cal homework. I was laying on her bed and she was at her desk.

"Krisssss" I whined, "I'm dyinnngggg. This class is going to kill me." She just rolled her eyes and got on the bed with me. She was so close I could feel every micro movement her body made. As she studied the problem I couldn't help but stare at her. Her light brown hair was down and it was a mess, but the kind of mess that looks like it was on purpose. She was thinking really hard about the problem and I could tell because there was a little line in-between her forehead. Her lashes were so long and beautiful just like her. Her lips started to do this little thing where they kinda move as she's thinking. It was so cute. I was so lost in her features that when she turned to me and said "okay I got it." I was so startled that I didn't realize how close to the edge I was and fell off the bed. I could hear her laughing while I was on the floor, and even though my ass hurt like hell I couldn't help but laugh. When she laughed it made the whole room brighten up. I'd do anything to make her laugh

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