A Chance Encounter (Chris Hemsworth X OMC)

Reunited...

"Here," Allie said as she yanked some cinnamon rolls from the refrigerator. "Put these in the oven for when he gets here."

Wyatt, who had been pacing back and forth on his kitchen, stopped in his tracks and shook his head as Allie searched for something to bake them in. "Allie, this isn't Clueless; it's real life. And I highly doubt cinnamon rolls are going to disguise my apartment."

"You said he told you he wasn't one of those out-of-touch douchebags," Allie reminded him. "Remember? He said he liked your apartment."

Wyatt sighed and propped himself up against the island. "I know. I'm just freaking out and the really irrational part of my brain is telling me I have to make up for my apartment by making sure everything is perfect."

Allie looked at Wyatt and folded her arms across her chest. "Okay. So now that you've said that out loud can you see how foolish you sound?"

Wyatt nodded his head slowly. "Yeah."

"That voice in your head that constantly feeds you bullshit is a little dick bag. Don't listen to him. Has he ever served you well before?"

"No."

"You don't have to be perfect. Your apartment doesn't have to be perfect. Chris is flying across the country to spend the weekend with you."

Wyatt smiled softly and picked up the cinnamon rolls. "It would be really cute if he got here and there was something baking. But I think I can do better than this."

Allie cracked a smile as she watched Wyatt get out the makings of chocolate chip cookies. "That's my Guppy," she said.

Together, the two of them mixed the ingredients into a dough and placed it on a cookie sheet. Soon, the apartment was filled with the scent of cookies as they baked. Together, Wyatt and Allie did another quick sweep of the apartment, making sure everything was tidy.

"After this, no more cleaning. I mean it. And for goodness sake, put on something sexy!"

Wyatt looked down at what he called his nap uniform and grinned. "What? You don't think this is sexy?"

Allie shook her head.

"I know," Wyatt said as he opened up his closet. "I was just wearing this while I cleaned. Here- this is what I'm changing into."

Allie looked at the outfit- some snug blue jeans and a soft purple V-neck shirt and nodded in approval. "And the underwear?"

"A bright orange jock strap."

"That'll look so good with your tan," Allie complimented. "All good choices."

Wyatt shrugged. "I guess so. I mean, I don't think we're going to really go anywhere outside of the apartment this weekend anyway. No sense on really dressing up just to be at home."

Allie gave him a tight smile. "Well, maybe one day the two of you will go out together into the world. One day at a time, remember?"

Wyatt agreed. Allie wished him luck and gave him a huge hug before leaving. Alone in the apartment, he surveyed everything and felt content. He was already a bit obsessively neat by nature, so making sure the apartment was company-ready hadn't taken very long. With Allie there it had taken even less time.

Opal, who couldn't stand the noise of the vacuum cleaner, had taken up residence in the closet in the guest room and remained there until Allie had left. Then, with uncertain little steps, she wandered out into the bedroom.

"To be a former street cat, you're pretty sensitive Opal," Wyatt remarked as he finished changing his clothes. The cat rubbed against his legs as he ran some styling cream through his hair and brushed his teeth (again). Then, just as he was transferring the final cookie onto the platter and setting it on the island, his phone began to vibrate.