i wake up the next morning and find chris's button down on the floor. i decide to throw it on over my bra and underwear and i walk downstairs. i scrunch up my hair to attack an itch on my scalp.
me: good morning scott
his face was buried deep in his eggs before he looks up at me. his eyes grow big and he quickly turns away and laughs
me: what?
scott: what are you wearing!
me: boy, are you not gay?
scott: i am but still!! he laughs
me: calm your pants big boy. where's chris?
scott: he's-
the door opens and i see chris holding a bunch of groceries. he looks at me doe eyed as i get out the apple juice from the fridge. he drops the white plastic bags on the counter and runs over to wrap his hands around my waist.
chris: what are you wearing
me: your shirt
chris: yeah and it's very cute just not around my brother he kisses my cheek
me: okay you are so overreacting! i laugh and rip his arms away from me
i close the fridge and open the pantry the get out a bagel. i pop it in the toaster and pour myself a glass of apple juice. chris sits at the counter next to scott and we all talk about tonight.
chris: what time did mom want us over
scott: she said 4 ish
me: what do i even wear to this sort of thing i say placing my hand on the counter and leaning my hips back, crossing a leg over the other
scott: nothing too fancy i mean just some sweats
me: okay not that i wouldn't love to wear sweatpants i cannot wear that to meet my boyfriends family
chris: like he said, just nothing too fancy
*pop*
i quickly get my bagel out of the toaster and i remember this thing alex used to always make for me.
me: hey do you have anyone cinnamon sugar?
scott: uhhh i should
he gets up out of his chair and tosses me a small container of cinnamon sugar. i start to spread some butter on my bagel and i sprinkle the delicious powder on top, making a slight mess on the paper plate.
chris: what are you doing?
me: just try it
chris: i-
before he can get out a sentence i stick the bagel in his mouth. he takes a bite and i take my breakfast back. he lets out a mmm!
me: i know right!
i sit next to chris and enjoy my meal with my glass of juice and chris holds my exposed thigh. i finish up eating and spend the whole day lazy. i throw on some leggings and an old BU sweatshirt. i put on some cute nikes, grab my phone and run downstairs.
we drive and drive until we parallel park outside what i can only assume is chris and scott's childhood home. i let out a deep breathe and get out of the car. chris places his hand on the small of my back before he gives a knock on the door. an older woman opens the door.
chris and scott: ma! both their boston accents come out
lisa: oh boys come here! i missed you she hugs both of them separately
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just a girl next door
FanfictionCHRIS EVANS X Y/N you grew up in boston with one brother and two parents. your life seemed perfect on the outside, the white picket fence, the american dream. you packed up your life and moved to LA after staring in the live action tangled as rapunz...
