Chris Evans Imagines

#46. Pratt » Chris

Chris and I were sat together in Chris' "amazing seats" at the Super Bowl. I can honestly say I don't know much about sports, especially football, but Chris really seemed to be into the game and he loved the Patriots (ironic because he played Captain America), so I went with him.

I couldn't help but laugh as he got super into the game, yelling and booing and whatnot. Although, the alcohol probably had something to do with it.

Just before halftime, someone tapped on Chris' shoulder. The two of us turned to see Chris Pratt standing behind us. Chris stood up to give Pratt a "man hug" before introducing me to him. In return, Pratt introduced me to his wife, Anna, who looked just as out of place as I felt.

I decided to let Pratt and Chris talk for a bit about sports and the game by getting up and giving Pratt my seat. I went over and stood next to Anna.

"These boys and their sports," she laughed. "I swear, Chris already has our son brainwashed to enjoy this kind of stuff, even though he doesn't know the first thing about football."

"It's a boy thing I think," I shrugged. "My brother has been a sports fan since before he could talk. Mom and dad said whenever there was a game on, he was captivated by the TV and would scream and cry whenever they turned it off."

The two of us laughed as Chris and Pratt both had different reactions to Pratt's team getting a touchdown.

"Chris has been talking about this little bet that they made all night," I said. "I know they're both gonna do it no matter what team wins and what team loses, but still."

"Competition is another male trait, I think," Anna said.

I watched Chris for a moment. He was so into the game. He had his arms resting against the railing in front of him with his hands intertwined together. He was staring, focused, at the game. It was fun to watch him when he was so intensely into something.

I had only been with Chris for a couple of months, nearly a year. We had yet to say those three special words to one another, but inside, I knew I loved Chris. I was just a bit too nervous to actually tell him. I wasn't sure what his reaction would be.

Halftime finally began and Chris had gotten up to go use to bathroom (and to probably get more beer). Pratt left my seat and came over to Anna and I. He put an arm around Anna and kissed her. I couldn't help but smile.

"I'm sorry, I haven't gotten to actually talk to you," Pratt said to me. "Further apologizes, what did you say your name was?"

"Kennedy," I replied. "It's nice to finally meet you, by the way. Chris talks about you a lot. Both of you. But mainly Pratt."

"That's because we're secretly lovers," Pratt said with a nod, causing Anna and I to laugh. "Sorry to break it to you this way."

"Oh no, what ever will I do," I said in mock despair.

"Don't worry, Kennedy, we can be lovers," Anna said with a wink. Pratt tightened his arm around her. "Or maybe not. This one is a bit protective."

I couldn't help but smile at them. They were such a cute couple. Happily married, a little boy. Nothing was changing between them. They had made it through thick and thin and they were still happily in love. I wanted that. I wanted that with Chris.

Pratt kissed Anna's head before looking at me. "You know, Chris talks about you...a lot."

This took me by surprise. "He does?"

"Yeah! Between plays and cheering for the wrong team - "Anna and I chuckled together. " - he wouldn't stop talking about how much you mean to him and how much he likes you. And I'm pretty sure it wasn't just the beer talking."

I giggled again. Soon enough, the Halftime show was ending and Chris had returned with two beers. He offered one to Pratt before turning back to me.

"It looks like the Patriots are gonna win," he said, eying Pratt as he said it. "I'd like to have my best girl sitting beside me when they do."

I felt my cheeks heat up as Chris called me his "best girl". Anna winked at me as Chris put an arm around my waist and led me back to the seats. We sat together and watched the second half of the game in silence.

What Pratt said combined with Chris calling me his best girl was playing over and over in my head. I kept turning to look at him, but he was so in the game I didn't want to draw his attention away. I was taking a sip of Chris' beer (after a playful fight for me to drink it), when Chris jumped from his seat, as well as everyone else.

It took me a moment of cleaning the spilt beer off my shirt when I realized why they were cheering. The Patriots had won.

I smiled and watched Chris celebrate for a bit before he turned back to me. I opened my mouth to say something, but Chris cut me off by pressing his lips to mine. I sat for a moment in shock before I cupped his cheek with my hand and kissed him back.

I pulled away first. "I love you, Chris."

"I love you, too, Kennedy," Chris said without hesitation. My heart fluttered as I pulled him back for another kiss.