NOTE: I DO NOT OWN CRISS ANGEL (ALTHOUGH IT WOULD BE AWESOME IF I DID LOL), ANY OF THE CELEBRITIES IN THIS STORY NOR AM I AFFLIATED WITH HIS MANAGEMENT... I DO HOWEVER OWN ALL OF THE FICTIONAL OCS IN THIS STORY!

Between The Lines

Sequel to Blurred Reality

Intro

The plane ride back home seemed to take an eternity. Maybe it was because I had so many things weighing on my mind. I honestly had no clue just where Criss and I stood. Were we in a real relationship? Were we just 'friends'? The night prior hadn't given me much of a distinct answer to rely on and neither did his unclear attitude when he dropped me off at the airport.

"So… thanks for everything…" I had smiled up at him as he wheeled my suitcase out of the trunk of his Bentley.

"Sure, no problem. You're positive you know your gate number and where you are going?" Criss asked me going on the third time.

I once again nodded with a giggle. "Yes, I've got it covered. Sooo… I'll see you around?"

"Around Indiana?" His eyebrows furrowed.

"I mean, I guess… you'll call me?"

"Of course I'll call you! Don't give me that look!" He pulled me into a tight hug and kissed me on the cheek good-bye.

I jumped back to real life when I saw the seat belt sign lit up on the overhead of the plane.

Kissed me on the cheek… Hmmm…

Well, maybe he would call me. Or, Maybe not?

What if it all had to do with the fact that I didn't have sex with him? I bet that was the whole case. I bet he was upset and let down that I had denied him. And more than likely, that wasn't something he was used to. My eyes shut tightly as I remembered back to the night before and the way his hands felt trailing up the bottom of my cocktail dress.

"Criss," I had began uneasily as he kissed along my neck. "I-I ummm…"

He pulled away from me slightly and tilted his head to the side, "What's wrong, hun?"

"I just… well, it's not that I'm not enjoying this, don't get me wrong. I really am." I paused to run my hand through his hair. "But, I just think that maybe we are rushing things?"

He slowly nodded and bit down on his lip, "Yeah, maybe. I'm sorry."

It had taken him a few more moments to pull away from me but eventually it was he himself who zipped the back of my dress for me.

When I arrived home I debated sending him a message telling him that my plane had gotten back home safely. I figured that maybe if he was curious about it he would have called me. Pathetically enough, I stayed up until 2am waiting… waiting… and still waiting for my cell phone to give me good news. Needless to say, I feel asleep before any calls arrived.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE FIRST PART SO FAR! MORE TO COME ASAP!

Always,

Deppdendant