Teenage Dream

Chapter 13: Willow 🌾

"Hello, Lisa. I'm sorry for coming uninvited, but Chris didn't show up to school today and I--"

'--come in, Y/n. He was just about to call and tell you the news."

"News?" I ask, stepping into the home as she invited me in.

She shuts the door behind me, and I notice Carly and Shanna's backpacks were also here on the couch. Along with Chris's.

"He's in his room." Lisa, softly squeezes my arm, smiling half-heartedly.

I nod, wondering why the vibes were so off in the once happily, bubbly Evans household. I also wondered why East didn't come to the door like he always does.

He's an old doggy, but so sweet and loves to cuddle.

I knock on Chris's door, my heart dropping when I heard the soft sobs coming from inside.

"Chrissy?" I say. Opening the already ajar door.

He was by his bed, on the floor, crying into his knees since his legs were up against his chest.

"Oh, handsome. What's wrong?" I rush to be next to him, taking a seat beside him.

When he thought of what was wrong, he started to cry even harder.

"Shhh, it's okay...." I whisper, gently kissing his cheek.

Chris opens his arms, unwrapping them from being around his legs and engulfs me into a tight embrace.

"East, died." He says in between breaths.

"Oh Chris." the tears already forming in my own eyes.

I hold him tighter, as he cried into my chest. Slowly I played with his hair, trying to calm him.

**PRESENT TIME: the Maldives, 2013**

"Okay, alright man. Yes, we're on the first place out of here." Chris explains into the phone, looking at me petting the puppy on the couch.

Few minutes later we were packed and ready to head back to Boston. Where Dr.Deaton would take a look at the new puppy.

"Chris, baby, how are we gonna get him in the airport?" I ask him, since we don't have a crate or anything.

"We could buy one at the airport, sweetheart," Chris looks around for something, "where's my hat?"

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After grabbing a cab to the airport, Chris took care of buying the crate. While I stayed with the dog, I carried him, he wasn't that small but not that big either.

Chris bought the crate and we convinced (or beg rather) the airport lady to let us bring the pup on the airplane with us in the crate. He begged her, and told her he wouldn't make a sound.

"I'll allow it. Only because my son is a captain America fan." She said, smiling at Chris after being so serious.

Chris and I smiled back, relieved we could take the puppy on the plane with us and not where the other dogs go.

"Okay, you guys have your passports and blood tests?"

Chris and I were stunned, we had our passports but not our blood tests. It was a requirement to leave the country and fly back to the US. To make sure we weren't carriers of any kind of disease.

"Don't worry," the lady chuckled at our faces, "there is a lab in the airport, second floor."

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