~ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 / 𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑠 / ~

~ The beginning ~

- Charlie is 14 and Chris is 15 -
Chris and I haven't seen each other for a month due to him being away for a couple weeks at drama school ! We still FaceTimed every night before bed.
" Charlieeee !! " Chris moans running up the stairs and barging through the door, nearly breaking it of the hinges. " Chris ! Your back. " I sarcastically whine back, I try to get out of my bed I was on to give him a hug but before I know it he's belly flopped onto my bed and wrapped his arms around my waist. I sigh knowing that he'll never think of me as anything more than a friend. "What happened ?" I question looking down at him propping myself up onto my elbow. "I missed my best girl" he says flopping onto his back and staring at the ceiling before turning to me smiling his cheeky evans smirk. That same smirk that makes my stomach do somersaults and heart tingle a tad, I turn to look at him " what pizza should we order I'm starving ?" I groan. " I'll order the pizza you can pick the film , oh and definitely not Mamma Mia again " he says pointing his finger at me knowing that it's my go to film when I'm bored.
An hour later .
"Charlie pizzas here ! " he yells from my bedroom as I'm in the bathroom getting into my comfy clothes. "Coming !" I yell back walking out the bathroom and jumping onto the bed smirking at the pizza. The night goes by and we laugh and stuff our faces with pizza and popcorn. Midnight hits and we're still wide awake giggling at nonsense. " Bedtime guys, Chris I will get you some blankets and cushions for you to crash on the floor" my mums says poking her head around the door. Heather returns with some blankets and cushions and begins to lay them on the floor for Chris. Chris finally settles after complaining about having the floor as always. " Night Charlie, My best girl" I hear him mumble through his smirk as he rolls over onto his side facing the door, " Night Mr Evans, My best boy" I mumble back sighing and pulling the covers up to my face. Me and Chris spent many nights like these, films, pizza, endless giggling, I always liked to believe he was flirting but I doubt he ever was.