I had never felt more like an eight-year-old in my life.

Here I was, sitting on my bed, idly flipping through a tabloid, waiting for Kris to come back from breakfast so I could show him the newly cleaned bathroom. He was always complaining about how messy I was and how my stuff was always all over the place, so I decided to surprise him and ( Read more... )

"Kris, I can't deal with this right now! Just leave!"

Katy's piercing words still cut into Kris's thoughts, even as he walked, hands in pockets, to the grungy pub down the block. It really had been a stupid fight, he reflected, as he kept his eyes cast downward. Just like the stupid fight before that, and the one before that, Kris bringing up ( Read more... )

Kris Allen unlocked and opened the door to his room and promptly tripped over a random sneaker.

Cursing a little under his breath, he flicked on the lights and shut the door lightly behind him before crouching down to pick up the sneaker. It was old and crusted in dried dirt, a small rip beginning to form near the big toe area. Kris stared at ( Read more... )