Different Thoughts [ WEEKLYCHRIS | CHRIS COLLINS ]

Chap 22.

[ Anna's POV ]

Drunk Chris is definitely not my favorite side of Chris. I turn around and gape at him. 
"I don't know? Anything! Giving me the silent treatment, really? How old are we? I'm trying to talk to you," I yell back and scoff.

"I'm immature?" Chris raises his eyebrows and leans against the closet. "You were basically making a big deal out of nothing a few hours ago!"

"That was because you didn't give me a proper explanation," I try to defend myself. He groans and puts his head in his arms, after sitting on the floor. "I'm gonna kill Jack right after I kill you," Chris mumbles, "stupid dick for sending me here. I should've stayed in LA."

Killing Jack? What the hell? Am I so sleepy that I'm hallucinating or is this the alcohol talking?

"Who is Jack? And there's not gonna be any killing. You should sleep, you're talking nonsense," I say slowly and walk over to him. I know that I should leave, but I can't bring myself to it.

"You don't know who I am, Anna," Chris shakes his head and pushes me away when I try to touch him.

"I know you," I furrow my eyebrows, "you're my sweet boyfriend and you get angry when you're drunk. So I suggest you go to sleep or you'll say things you're gonna regret."

He laughs sarcastically and shakes his head again. "You don't know who I am. Don't you get it? I'm not your sweet boyfriend. Hell, I don't even like you!" He winks and a grin appears on his face. "This is all part of the plan, baby." And with that, he stands up to turn around and walks to the bathroom in his room, leaving me confused. 

[ Chris' POV ]

I wake up with a pounding headache. I groan and roll around, narrowing my eyes. The bright sunlight shines through the thin curtain. I definitely have to ask mom to buy new curtains. Shit, can't the sun fuck off or something? It's wait too early for the bright ass sun. I look at the clock hanging on the wall, which reads one P.M.. Damn, I've been sleeping for a long time.

How did I even get home from Matt's party? The last thing I remember is walking to Matt's house after having a stupid argument with Anna. 

I sit up slowly and wait a few seconds, before sighing and standing up. "Fuck," I curse, getting a little dizzy. I squint my eyes and bend down to grab a dirty shirt. What the fuck? There's beer all over the back of my favourite grey shirt. 

I finally get dressed and walk out of my room to search for something for my hangover. Tylenol or something like that.

I walk through the hall and approach Anna's room. Will she be in there? I hope I didn't embarrass myself last night. For all I know, I could've actually slept with her. Sucks to know you can't remember a whole night.

No, no. I remember something about her sitting on top of me... saying she's a virgin? Not like that's such a big secret, I mean, she blushes every time I kiss her. 

"Anna? You in there?" I knock on her door. I frown when I don't hear a response. Did she even go home last night? Or is she out already?

I open the door slowly, in case she's naked or something. No wait. It'd be great if she's naked. I throw the door open and hear water running from the bathroom. I throw my hand over my eyes, the blinding light is just too much for my headache, and walk over to the door to her bathroom.

In a split second, the water stops running and the door gets thrown open, almost sending me to the floor in the process. I stumble and lean on the desk next to the door. 

"Oh, shit!" Anna swears and puts her hand on my chest for balance. It's so rare to hear her cuss. "Why the hell are you in my room?" I frown, she must be angry or something, given the annoyed look on her face. She walks off and turns her back to me, looking in her closet for clothes. I bite my lip, scanning her body, which is covered by a huge towel.

"Why not?" I walk over to her and hug her waist from behind. If she's angry at me for some reason, I'm going to have to be the sweet boyfriend. "I'm just saying goodmorning to my girlfriend. Or good evening, whatever. And also, apologizing for how stupid I was being yesterday." 

"Are we talking about the fight before or after you went to the party? In the middle of the night. When you stumbled back here, so drunk as a skunk," she murmurs and pries my arms off of her. "And do you mean your girlfriend, and I quote, who you don't even like." Wait, when did I confess to that? It's not that I don't like her, she's just... Ugh, the conversation with Jessica keeps messing with my mind.

She turns around to face me and crosses her arms when I don't reply. "You don't remember. Alright."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I ask, my head spinning with the given information. Ugh, where's the Tylenol? "What did I do last night?"

She gives me a hard look, before whirling around again and grabbing a bag. "I'm gonna sleep over at Jane's. Your mom and my dad just left for work." She's going out? 

"Babe, don't be like this," I pout , but she rolls her eyes and continues to pack. I put my hand on hers, intertwining our fingers. She laughs at the gesture and shrugs off my hand, pushing me away.

"Don't 'babe' me," Anna says. Jesus, what a moody bitch. What did I say for her to get so angry?

"Come on, what did I say last night," I push. 

[ A/N ]

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