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"Oh! Chris! You're so cute." I gushed, smiling over at the boy as he threw on a coat. I stood in the frame of the doorway my eyes tracing him. Chris turned to me, "You mean, hot?" He corrected me, turning back to the mirror to look at himself.

"I meant what I said." I teased the boy, walking towards him and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. I wrapped my arms around the boy, my hand tracing down his chest. I smiled at Chris in the mirror, the boy doing the same before wrapping his arms around me. He looked down at me, kissing my forehead and pulling me into his chest.

Chris sighed, "You ready?" He asked. I pulled away, looking up at the boy and nodding. Chris nodded, "Okay, let's go." He spoke happily, unraveling his arms around me. He grabbed my hand in his and walked out of the room to the front door. We reached the car, both of us hopping in. Chris driving, of course.

"What restaurant are we going to?" I asked the boy, staring intently at him as he drove. I had developed this habit of doing so. Of just watching and admiring him. The way he talks, the way he moves, everything. It's disgusting how in love I am with Chris.

Chris shrugged innocently, somehow making my heart flutter, "I'm not sure. Noora and William said it was good." He quickly replied.

I sighed a little, not because I was disappointed. But because I was so happy. So content with where I was, with where I am. Here with Chris. I never really thought about it.

About what, you might ask. About love. About being in love. I was never worried about it and I never cared about it. It was always up in the air, but I wasn't looking for it or praying for it. It kinda just hits you.

I would've never thought I would be so in love with Chris when I first met him. Hell, I never thought I'd really ever be in love. That I'd ever feel this way about someone. I hate romances. But damn, it's kinda fucking great to be in love with someone who loves you back.

It's a little bizarre to think that I'm going to marry my first, in every since of it. My first love. Not many people can say that. I always thought it took a few tries to get it right. I didn't know I'd hit it out of the park the first time.

Okay, that's a little cocky. But, it's true. Holy fuck- I'm going to marry the love of my life. Jesus, I sound like one of the "Penetrator-Groupies" as Noora and I liked to call them.

It really wasn't that long ago when we mocked the Penetrators and being in a bus and when the Penetrators changed their name to the Riot club and all the girls gawking over the Penetrators. Here I am now, here we are, all tangled in it.

It feels like so much has changed since then, and so quickly too. It's a little scary how fast your life can change, for better or for worse. And right now, it seems like it's only going up.

"Here." I heard Chris speak, pulling me out of my thoughts. I shot him a smile before hopping out of the car, the two of us walking into the restaurant together. I turned to Chris as we stood in line, "Are William and Noora here already?"

Chris peered over the people in front of us, pointing out our friends, who waved happily to us. We walked past the crowds of people and sat down with Noora and William.

"Fucking hell, it's about time!" William jokingly spoke, rolling his eyes at us. I raised a brow, "We said 9:30. It's 9:37, don't throw a fit William." I retorted, causing laughs from Noora.

William shot her a look and she just shrugged innocently. "Okay, what's everyone getting?" I asked the group, staring down at my menu.

"Aria?"

to be continued..