Different Thoughts [ WEEKLYCHRIS | CHRIS COLLINS ]

Chap 21.

[ Anna's POV ]

I groan and roll over. My neck is in a painful position, so I sit up and realize I'm still on the couch in my tank top and shorts.

I let myself fall backwards again and look at the clock hanging on the wall. Four A.M., which explains the pitch black sky. After closing the curtains, I walk out of the living room, up the stairs, while putting my hair in a high ponytail.

"Chris?" I ask, more to myself since I've come to the conclusion that he's still not home, given the fact that his new room is empty. I open the door and step inside. His bed is untouched, the boxes are still unpacked and the curtains open. I let out a frustrated sigh and walk out of his room, slowly closing the door behind me.

I walk towards my parents' room. No wait, dad and Jasmine's room. Still weird to think about it. Mom's off to Manhattan, Ella is never home and I'm going to be stuck with Chris in this empty house.

I open the door slightly, hoping that dad and Jasmine came home tonight and let out a sigh when I see their bed is also untouched. Great. I'm alone in this big house.

Chris is probably still at Matt's party. The party I didn't want to go to. I think back to our pointless fight as I hobble down the stairs. I got too defensive when he insulted Jane, but on the other side, he was being pretty rude. His attitude has definitely changed over the weeks, but I don't want to go all mom on him. He used to put me first, always think about me, but now he's just being rude to me at times. 

I walk to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, when I hear the door getting opened by someone. I jump up and jog to the hall. All the possibilities of who could've walked through the front door flash through my mind, making me realize that I definitely need to stop watching so much Netflix.

"Chris?" I ask when I hear someone mumble to themselves. I say a quick prayer in my head, not that I'm religious, but you never know. "Chris?" I ask, a little louder now, while the person continues mumbling. I turn the corner and bump against the person.

"Chris," I exhale, looking up at him. "I thought that there would be some serial killer." I chuckle at my thoughts and shake my head.

"Worse than a serial killer," Chris laughs and stumbles a bit. I frown and observe him. Is he drunk? He's definitely drunk.

"Are you drunk?"

"Are you?" Chris chuckles, leaning against the wall to keep his balance.

"Let's not do this, okay?" I raise my eyebrows and cross my arms. "Why would you... Never mind." 

"Are you disappointed, mom?" he mocks me by putting emphasis on the word 'mom' and mirrors me by crossing his arms, almost falling in the process since he lost his balance. "Who the fuck do you think you are, really?"

Cursing? Really? I did nothing wrong this time. "I'm not up for a fight," I say calmly, knowing that Chris wants a fight. Ugh, drunk people are the worst to deal with. "I'm going to bed." I turn around, but before I can take another step, firm arms come around my waist.

"Don't go," he slurs. I can feel his hot breath on my neck. He's standing so close that I can smell his breath, which reeks of alcohol.

"Please let go of me, you smell like beer," I scrunch my nose and try to pry his arms off me. Mission failed, he's too strong.

"If I go brush my teeth, will you stay with me then?" Chris mumbles, putting his head on my shoulder and snuggling into the crook of my neck. I look down at his hands.

"Maybe," I say, feeling my defensive walls crumbling.

"Let's find out then," he chuckles and starts walking to the stairs, with his arms still around me.

"Wait, we'll fall if we walk up the stairs like this," I warn him as we reach the first step. I try to get his arms off me, this time succeeding and grab his hand, trying to walk up the stairs without falling.

When we finally reach Chris' room, nobody got hurt, he stops walking. "Are you gonna stay?"

"Will you shut up if I do?" I sigh, clingy Chris is starting to annoy me. I thought that it was cute when he acted all clingy, but he's acting like a toddler now. Or maybe I'm just groggy, since I woke up a minutes ago.

"Yes," he giggles and I frown at the high sound. Wow, drunk Chris is still surprising me. I open the door, pushing him inside.

"Whose room is this anyway?" Chris stumbles over a box and lands on the floor. "Ouch, what the fuck?" I laugh and sit on his bed. "It's your room. Go brush your teeth, now."

He pouts and extends his hand. "At least help me up, babe." Chris continues to lie on the carpet and lets his arm fall on the floor after a few seconds, before mumbling more slurred words.

"Come on, Chris," I whisper and grab his hand, preparing myself to pull him up. But of course, Chris is way stronger than me and I let out a shriek, before falling on top of him.

"Well, this isn't too bad," Chris grins when I sit up, still on his body. "I like this position."

I feel the heat rise up in my cheeks and chuckle. "Oh my god. Let's not talk about this, okay."

Chris tilts his head a little and grins again. "Sex? You're so nonchalant about everything else, but once I say something inappropriate, you're turning all shy. What is it about that three letter word, huh?"

Oh my god, how do I tell my boyfriend that I've never had sex? It turned out real bad with Jason, so I have to take a different approach now. I should just-

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait... You're... You're a virgin, aren't you? That's why you're being all shy when I bring it up..." Chris trails off and turns silent suddenly. He frowns and scratches his chin.

My face falls and I'm at a loss for words. Shit, this is one of the reasons why Jason and I broke up. No, no, no, don't think about Jason now. Chris. Focus on Chris.

"Hey... Are you okay?" Chris sits up slowly and cups my face with his large hands. "I'm not judging you or anything." I shake my head and look at our intertwined hands. "This... This just brings up uneasy conversations from my past... with Jason," I let out a fake laugh. "Let's just talk about this tomorrow. When you're sober."

Chris lets his hand fall back on the carpet. "It's about Jason again." He looks away from me and clenches his jaw.

"Don't do this please," I beg. This night is getting worse by the second. Shit. Why did I have to bring up Jason? I know he doesn't like Jason.

"No, no, no. You can stop," he lifts me up and puts me down on the floor. "I'm so done with you right now. You're bringing Jason up? And I know that you two hung out. I know that you like him." He stands up and walks over to an opened box. "Goodnight Anna."

"I'm sorry, it's late an-and..." I sigh and look at the ceiling. "I'm such an idiot for bringing up Jason and I don't like him. We've talked about this before." This is definitely not what I expected, us fighting about Jason. I look at Chris, who's unpacking a box full of his clothes,  just ignoring me. Great.

"Please say something," I say, on the edge of crying. God, why do I have to be such an emotional person? Or maybe it's because we're having an argument in the middle of the night, while I'm tired. I stand up and don't expect an answer. "I hope we can talk about this tomorrow, when you're sober," and when he can think clearly. Or if he just forgets everything, that's fine with me too.

"What do you want me to fucking say then?!" Chris screams all of sudden, shattering his clothes on the floor.

[ A/N]

Well, that escalated quickly.

Soooooo, I started writing another book. Called 'Too Late', it's basically a story explaining a lot of things & it's just like a look in the past of Jessica and Chris SO I SUGGEST YOU GO READ IT

THANK Y'ALL SO MUCH FOR READING.

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