just a girl next door

PART 34: breakfast house

i wake up at like 5 am and the sun is not even out. i'm gonna throw up i think to myself. yup definitely. i get up, throw on chris's button down because it was the first thing i found and run to the bathroom. i hold my hair back as i throw up into the bathroom. i feel a hand come to my back and start rubbing it. i look up and see chris before i shoot more chunks into the toilet as he holds my hair back. i eventually stop and i flush the toilet before sitting back.

chris: you okay love?

me: yeah i'm sorry for waking you

chris: don't even worry about it he starts to button up my shirt. well his. let's go get some breakfast

i groan as i sit up and i find my underwear. chris throws on his own underwear and runs out the door. i walk out after him and see him banging on a door.

chris: seb!! seb rise and shineeee!!

sebastian groggily opens the door and only peeps is head out. or tries to. i notice his v line on his tanned skin as he holds nothing but a pillow over his junk.

sebastian: what time is it i rubs his eyes. i hear two giggly girls in the back. chris whips his head, jaw open and whips it back

chris: seb do you have two chicks in there?

sebastia: none of your business! your girlfriend is standing in my hallway in your shirt and red panties and you're standing in front of my room in your panties he smiles

i laugh to myself, hand coming to my mouth.

chris: i- give me some fuckin sweatpants

seb shuts the door and chris opens his arms and slaps them against his sides. he laughs to himself before seb's door flies open and he hands him some sweats. he shuts the door again and we hear a muffled sorry ladies. chris shakes his head no and puts on the sweats. we walk down the stairs and it's a mess. i'm about to take my first step into the living room before chris holds me back.

chris: glass on the floor. hop on my back

i laugh and do as he says before we walk and see someone completely passed out on the couch. chris sets me down on the counter and tip toes his way over to the dude.

chris: dude wake up he shakes him awake and he jolts up

dude: oh i- uh sorry he gathers himself and throws on his jacket. he's on his way out the door before he stops at me hello beautiful he reaches his hand out

me: hi i just nod

chris: taken

dude: i don't see him he laughs. the man is still clearly drunk

chris: turn around

he does it

chris: now you see him

dude: holy shit! chris evans!

chris: yeah get outta here

he stumbles out trying to avoid glitter and glass on the ground. chris opens the fridge and both our heads dart to the stairs when we hear two girls laughing down the stairs in two big shirts with their heels in hand.

chris: oh my god he laughs unbelievable

me: yea oh my god is right- oh there he is!! the man the myth the legend wooohooo!!!

sebastian: shut up he laughs

chris: you've gotta stop doing this! it's time for you to settle down and find a girl who meets all your...needs. one girl

sebastian: close your mouth mr i'm in a happy and healthy perfect relationship

me: that means you can find it too! you know you should see twitter and tik tok

sebastian: there's a reason i try and not

chris: do you seriously have no food in the house?

sebastian: i dont? i must've used it all last night

me: i'll call breakfast house

chris: what the hell is breakfast house?

me and sebastian: you don't know breakfast house? we say simultaneously

chris: what?

me: oh my god!

sebastian: h-how have you never had breakfast house?

me: oh i've failed you i say as i dial the number

sebastian: you've totally failed him!

me: shut up i hit his shoulder back hi! i would like to place an order for delivery

i tell the man on the phone the address and my order (the french toast) sebastian acts like a kid ooo! ooo! get me the same thing. i say make it two and ask chris what he wants. he's actually useless. i get him the french toast and some eggs. lord knows he loves his eggs.

within maybe ten minutes of chris just drinking straight milk the doorbell rings. sebastian being the only one fully clothed answers the door and brings in the two big brown bags. i bite my lip smiling hungrily and rip open the bags. i sink my teeth into my french toast and practically moan at the taste.

chris: oh you're totally overreacting

me: shut the fuck up and try it!

chris gives me a confused look and i give him my look back. he cannot resist it. he takes a bite of his eggs and gets it.

chris: okay maybe not he gives a lopsided smile

we all enjoy breakfast and in that moment i realized how in love with this man i was. chris was everything. my everything. how could i ever repay the universe for blessing me like this.