[ Anna's POV ]
"Can't I stay in your little sister's room?" Ryan begs and pouts. He has been whining the whole time, because he doesn't want to sleep on our couch. Jack, on the other hand, hasn't spoken a word since he had a little talk with Jessica. He's in thought on our ride home, only nodding when Chris or Ryan asks him something.
"Our couch is pretty comfortable," I say and chuckle. To my surprise, I do like Ryan's presence, unlike Chris', who's glaring every time Ryan and I talk. I never realized that he's quite the jealous type. Sarcasm.
"We're at the house," Chris announces with a monotone voice and shakes a tired Jack, who wanted to ride shotgun, "Jack. Hello? We're at the house, bro."
"Oh," Jack groans and yawns, "where am I sleeping?"
"You and Ryan can sleep in my room, I'll sleep on the couch," Chris says and opens his door, before slamming it shut.
Ryan raises his eyebrows, "Well, someone's mad."
"I don't understand him either," I say and sigh, imitating Ryan, who kept the door open for me. "I mean, this is his fault and yours. And Jack's." Ryan rolls his eyes and closes the door after I step out.
Jack gets their bags from the trunk and Chris is already inside. Rude, much?
"Has Chris always been this rude?" I ask Ryan and walk to the front door, Ryan and Jack following close behind.
"No, he's probably pissed, but I can't imagine what you must feel like," Ryan says sincerely and closes the door behind Jack, who drops his bag right when he's past the door. "The plan was shit anyways."
"Ryan, don't flirt. I'm gonna sleep and please don't start shit with Chris," Jack groans. "Anna, can you show me Chris' room?"
Ryan laughs and picks up Jack's backpack. "I'm not flirting, I'm just not being an asshole for once." Jack scoffs.
"It's alright. I don't care anymore. And I'm sure as hell not going to risk my grandpa's safety for this, if you want to try anything," I say sternly and walk towards the stairs, "it's the first room on your right. There's a bathroom and everything in it. Please don't try to break anything."
"I'm gonna try not to!" Ryan yells and rushes up the stairs, along with Jack. I shake my head. For guys who are involved with crimes, they can be pretty childish at times. I take out my phone and walk to the kitchen, trying to find something to eat.
Chris grabs my arm before I can walk away and places his finger under my chin and pushes softly, so I'm looking into his eyes.
"I didn't get a chance to apologize," he murmurs and takes a deep breath. "Please let me."
"I don't need your apology. What can I do with 'sorry'? Nothing. I'm still gonna be a part of this ridiculous plan, anyway," I sigh and try to get out his grip, but he's not budging. "Let go of me. Now."
Instead of letting me go, he pushes me against the wall, not so hard that you can call it abuse, but not so gentle either, and grabs my wrists, so I'm literally trapped. Great.
"I know I fucked up and I didn't even realize how bad it was," he starts talking and I wiggle, trying to loosen his grip, but it's no use. He's stronger than me. "I do like you. I started falling for you, I became attached. I don't how it could happen or how I couldn't see it, but it's true. Even Jessica saw it."
Lies, lies, lies. All over again. I stop trying to get out of his grip and wait so he can tell his pity story.
"I promised myself that I wouldn't start falling for someone while I'm involved with the mafia, but I did. You're the first girl I've ever liked. At first, I just wanted it to be a fuck and go, but now it's real. I think so," he says in one breath and I have a hard time understanding him since he's talking really fast. Feelings must be a difficult topic for him. He's really trying to let me get my guard down. But it's not gonna work. Not again.
"I care for you, Anna. For the girl who I claim to dislike. This is not about the plan anymore. I like you," he scoffs and laughs, as if he can't believe the words coming out of his own mouth, "fuck, I'm whipped."
"How do you expect me to believe this?" I laugh sarcastically and wave my hand in front of my face after he lets me go. "You fucking lead me on, hell I liked you, after I put these walls around my heart. You broke my heart, Chris, just like Jason. I thought it was real this time. How can I trust you with my heart again?" I end up whispering the last part, a few tears rolling down my face. I hate crying in front of people. It makes me look weak and my nose and eyes are always so swollen afterwards.
Chris lets out a breath and wipes his thumb over my cheek.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I hoped it would be different. How can I earn your trust again? I will do anything," he whispers too, although Ryan and Jack are upstairs and probably sleeping. There's no way anyone can hear us.
"I just...," I trail off, not knowing what to say. I'm so bad when it comes to forgiveness. I can't hold grudges and once again, I can feel my guard crumbling again. No, I have to stay calm and not let my emotions take over. But it's hard when I see Chris' eyes get glossy. No, don't start crying now.
"Anything. I want to start over," Chris says and his voice is dangerously close to breaking.
I sigh, knowing that I will forgive him eventually. "I'm really tired, Chris."
"Okay," Chris sighs and sniffs. He takes a step back and disappears into the living room.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and brush a hand through my hair while I walk to the stairs, my thoughts getting consumed by the green eyed guy who managed to drive me crazy.
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My eyes open slightly when I feel the weight of someone laying down next to me on my comfortable bed. I lie still, praying it isn't some serial killer and hug my pillow a little tighter.
I feel someone wrap their arms around me and they let out a breath out of relief. "Goodnight Anna," a raspy voice whispers before I get a soft kiss on my head. I swear it's Chris, but I'm not sure. I furrow my eyebrows, trying to stay awake. If it's really Chris, I should slap him, but I'm way too tired to turn around and look.
[ A/N ]
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FanfictionCOMPLETED "And here she is, fucking up the emotions I didn't know I had." Anna Greenfield, eighteen years old and a senior in High School, meets a boy at a party, Chris Collins. She starts falling for him, but her fairy tale gets ruined when she fi...