Love to Hate You (Chris Evans)

When I Say You Are Killing Me

Chris and Seb ~ Friday 8 AM PST

Back in Los Angeles, Seb sat next to Chris's bedside at the hotel. Chris started to stir and look around. "Seb?"

"Oh, thank God." Seb got up to get Chris some water.

"What happened?" Chris took the water and started to drink.

"I think you were roofied man. Angie and I came to the party, and you were making out with a girl but pushed her away for some reason and you looked at us." Sebastian hesitated for the next part.

"I was making out with a girl? I don't remember."

"Yeah, but when you saw Angela, you stumbled towards us and you said you needed to get to Angela, and you told me that you loved her. But by the time we made it outside she was gone. You threw up, said something about being slipped something and then you passed out." Sebastian gave Chris a hard look. "What is going on with Angela?"

Chris closed his eyes, the effects of whatever was given to him still lingering. "I was sleeping with Angela. I've been dating her for close to a year."

"You and Angela? What the fuck?"

"Yeah, that's exactly why we didn't tell anyone." Chris looked around. "Where is my phone?"

"Here." Sebastian handed the phone over.

Chris called Angela and it went straight to voicemail. "Angie, please call me. I'm sorry. Please baby, call me." He looked at Seb. Her phone is off.

"Yeah, she flew out this morning. Said she got called for a job but now I'm thinking that was a lie." Seb leaned back in the chair. "I knew something was up. She recovered from that breakup quickly."

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you. She was still with Penn at the time, and we didn't want it to become a thing in the press." Chris started to get up. "I need to get to the airport."

"Why?"

"I need to get to her. I need to talk to her."

"Ok, I'll go with you."

Chris and Seb got ready to leave for LAX. Chris kept calling and sending messages. Suddenly the message changed.

You have reached a phone number that is no longer in service.

"What the fuck!" Chris looked at his phone and dialed again getting the same message. Sebastian tried as well.

"She changed her number."

"Fucking hell." Chris was desperate to get to her.

"Chris relax. We'll get to New York, and we'll talk to her." Sebastian looked at his best friend. "Are you really in love with her?"

Chris looked at him, his face telling him everything. "I've been in love with her. For five years. From that first day. I hated her for calling me out on my shit but I never stopped loving her."

Sebastian's phone buzzed and he read the message. He typed back and furrowed his brow. "Its Angela," he said. "She's not at the apartment. Said she is staying with a friend."

"Which friend?"

"She won't say." They boarded the plane. "Let's just get to New York."

Once they arrived, Sebastian stepped away to talk to Angela. "Duck?"

Hi Rață. She sounded sad.

"Duck where are you?"

In New York.