PART 20: SOS please someone help me

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me: babe come on we are gonna be late!!

i stand in the living room, slightly jumping up and down getting ancy.

chris: love i'm coming!!

he runs downstairs in a white shirt, navy jogger sweats, a boston backwards baseball cap, and how could i forget the silver chain.

me: so handsome in everything

chris: you know how cute you look in sweats and a messy bun?

me: you wanna show me how cute? show me by driving to the damn airport!! i laugh

chris: it's my plane! it'll wait for me

me: oh please come on the car has been waiting for like 10 minutes

the sun hadn't even come up yet and we were in the back of this black suv. i nuzzle my head against chris's shoulder and scroll through social media until we get to the airport. we get out of the car and see this private jet with the stairs down. i start to walk up the stairs before chris yells turn around and smile for the picture! i do as he says, in my stupid messy bun, cute tank, and sweats.

we get on the plane and before i knew it we were off. i yawn and shake my head awake.

chris: you tired babe?

me: mhm

chris: come here

he pats his lap and i innocently rest my head against his lap and close my eyes.

chris: babe wake up

i make a morning noise and sit up before yawning. mmm good morning

chris: good afternoon actually

i roll my eyes at his sarcastic comment and we get up and off the plane. we get in the car chris had waiting for us and we had decided that we would stay and chris's house he had here with his brother, scott. we drive and drive till we get to his house.

chris: you ready?

me: as ready as i'll ever be

i look up at him and he smiles down on me. he opens the door to the front door and yells scott!! and gets no answer.

chris: huh that's weird

scott: BOO!

chris and i both jolt back out of fear and we see the famous scott evans with his phone in his hand filming us.

chris: son of a bitch!

he goes to start play fighting him and i hear scott go we have the same parents idiot!! i laugh my ass off as the fight on the couch.

scott: stop it! get off of me! he laughs and shoves him off before he reaches out his hand to me hi i'm scott

me: y/n

scott: yes, evans are a very disney family. chris was swooonnninggg over you in the movie

me: oh is that so? i smirk at chris

chris: alright alright you know what?

me: forget it i'm not gonna act like i didn't have the biggest crush on captain america

we all laugh and scott and i begin to get to know each other while chris takes our bags upstairs

scott: so you guys are here for your brothers wedding? he says kind of confidently, but still a question

me: yes they were high school sweethearts. the wedding is in a few days

scott: aww that's so cute!! so did you grow up around here

me: yea just about 30 minutes away actually

scott: wow that's crazy

me: i know

chris: all done! can we order a pizza

me: oh easy way out! i'm cooking

scott: mhm mhm bossy i like her. she keeps you in check

me: yes i do now come on what do you have

scott: absolutely nothing

me: both of you need to learn how to stock a fridge

chris and scott: i know

i look through the pantry and find some noodles.

me: hey do you have the stuff to make pasta sauce?

scott: uh yeah i should

me: perfect

i get out all the supplies and decide to make pasta, for the italians of course. i start to boil a pot of water and yell turn on some music!! and scott puts on SOS by rihanna

me: SCOTT I LOVE YOU

scott: i'm turning this shit up!!

i'm obsessive when just one thought of you comes up
and i'm aggressive just one thought of closing up
you got me stressing, incessantly pressing the issue
cause every moment gone you know i miss you
i'm the question, and you're of course the answer
just hold me close, boy, 'cause i'm your tiny dancer
you make me shaken up, never mistaken
but i can't control myself, got me calling out for help

S.O.S., please someone help me
it's not healthy for me to feel this
Y.O.U. are making this hard
i can't take it, see it don't feel right
S.O.S. please someone help me
it's not healthy for me to feel this
Y.O.U. are making this hard
you got me tossin' and turnin', can't sleep at night

scott and i sing the whole song and i keep singing at chris in a seductive manner. i finish up cooking for the two boys and we sit and eat.

scott: holy shit!

me: what?

scott: this is so good

me: oh thank you!

chris: good? she's fantastic!

me: i'm blushing!

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