Chris

(I'm so sorry if I spell anything wrong it is currently 4:00 in the morning I am so tired lol) Chris: your enemy. mean. cold. he has kind of a soft spot for you. 17 6'11 ---------------------------------------------- maple/you: Chris is your enemy. sweet. kind. nice. 17 5'11 ------------------(story)-------------------- you go to your mother's grave (she died in a car accident when you were 12) and all of a sudden it started raining. but at that point you didn't care until the rain stops and you look up and Chris is holding an umbrella over you