Chris Evans: Short Stories and Imagines

to you

Summary:
you and chris catch up after a long time and he realizes what a good friend you've been even after all these years.

Warnings: none, this one will be a fluffy sweet revelation

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It was after summer of '89 that you find yourself back at the front gates of the Esplanade on a quiet Saturday afternoon. You were waiting to be reacquainted with a good, but not forgotten, friend before deciding to peruse through the cobbled pathways of memory lane. A part of you was a bit blithe to experience this place again but with him it seemed to have mattered the most because there was still that caveat of hope that amassed your many years of friendship.

"Hey." Chris' voice could be well heard as he catches up to you from across the street. He is in his usual accoutre that is meant to keep him hidden from garnering recessive attention. You're beaming as he side steps a short unassuming woman and walks around groups of people who don't see him like you do. He is your yellow. The sun on a cloudy day.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, I had to wrestle a homeless guy for some change just so I could feed the meter. Can you believe they don't take Amex?"

You bashfully laugh into the catch of his embrace that lasts longer with every reunion and second. He smells like the waft of his mothers cooking mingled with some of his prominent aftershave. You miss this and every bit of him.

"Good to see you again Christopher." You both pull away after gracing each other with some cheek kisses, a Hollywood habit of his that slowly becomes your way of greeting as well.

"So good to be back at the Esplanade." Chris' tone grows incredulously at the sight of his wholesome past. "Wow! I don't remember the last time I was here."

"One of the many places we never got sick of as kids." You nudge him slightly and he grins.

You and Chris grew up together in the nooks of Sudbury where you two were practically Irish twins. You were born the following year after Chris, his birthday was June 13 and yours was June 14. Your mothers say it was planned but you felt it was simply kismet.

"A part of me wonders if they still have that penny fountain around." Chris mentions distractedly about the large reservoir of water that you and him would take turns throwing pennies, quarters, nickels and dimes into. One time Chris threw in a whole bill fifty because he wanted to his first crush to ask him to the Sadie Hawkins dance. That never happened and here he was still asking to make another wish.

"You still wishful?" You quirk a brow.

"A bit. Cah'mon let's take a walk."

You walk together, side by side. His hands are in his pockets and yours are clasped in front of you. There isn't a shroud of awkwardness as you both take turns gaging the scenic park that's changed over the course of time.

"So how've you been? Ma tells me that you're a big playwright now — I mean if I'd known I would've held onto all those playbills." Chris shuffles on his feet and lovingly glances at you while your eyes were focused ahead.

"Oh god bless Lisa Evans but I'm not that big, I've only done a couple assistive work ups and all the kiddie musicals I can get my hands on, you know there's a lot of those." You point out humorously which makes Chris smile in disguise.

"That's still good, I mean it's something." He retorts, jerking his head back a little as you both approach the scenic route that takes you up the cobbled bridge pathway.