“Um, no… Really, I couldn’t.”
Lily pouted. Even when she pouted, she was beautiful. “Why not?”
“I don’t want to intrude, really, you guys go and have fun. It’s the Hamptons after all.”
“But everyone’s coming! Please?”
“I don’t know…”
“For Chris? Would you do it for Chris?”
You cast a tentative glance to the man in question, currently in the midst of a tug-of-war with Dodger, barely paying your conversation any attention. If only they knew you’d do anything for Chris. “He is the worst bargaining chip you could’ve ever even thought of using.”
“How about for me?” She jokingly batted her long, long lashes, an enchanting smile gracing her lips. “I won’t take no for an answer, and Sebastian will be there.”
“Sebastian?” You rolled your eyes at the suggestive arch of her brows. They were under the impression you and Sebastian were involved, somehow. You picked subconsciously at the scars on the palm of your hand, entirely healed and almost faded into nothing now.
“It would mean so much to us. You’re such a big part of Chris’ life, one of his best friends, and–”
“Alright!” You snapped. Quickly masking your irritation with a laugh, you repeated yourself, softer this time. “Alright, I’ll come.”
She clapped happily, giving no indication of having been taken aback or even mildly offended at you having practically yelled at her. Guilt pitted yourself in your stomach. You wanted to dislike her, but not only was she exceptionally beautiful, she was also incredibly nice. Beyond nice. Serial killers weren’t even that nice. And it wasn’t her fault that she was basically Jesus trapped in the body of a supermodel, and it wasn’t her fault for Chris loving her – because honestly, it wasn’t hard loving her – it was just that it was so fucking difficult at times when people kept calling you his friend. Chris’ friend.
It would be so much easier to hate someone deserving of it, but you just couldn’t. Because both of them were so beautiful and… nice.
Perfectly matched in every way you and Chris were not.
So you decided to go to the Hamptons beach house because why not?
What’s the worse that could happen?
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This was the worse that could happen.
You had arrived at beach house Anthony had rented a little later that day, when the sun was making it’s slow decent to kiss the horizon.
And the frenzy to all get ready to go out was nothing short of chaotic.
You were tired from the plane, and irritated from having been sat – with little to no form of escape – in the same row as Chris and Lily. It wasn’t necessarily a long flight, but a second felt like hours when you put yourself through that kind of agony.
But you’d made up your mind after the gala to get over this little crush on Chris. Nothing good was going to come of it, and you tried to spare yourself further heartache and broken glass.
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ocean eyes || c.evans
Fanfiction"He looked at her the way an immortal would describe Galileo's first look to the Milky Way. And if you hadn't been so entranced by the splendor of it all, that look that Robert wore would seem familiar. Because right beside you, Chris was looking at...
