Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter nine

Waking up wasn't always pleasant. The alarm screaming for your attention, waking up in the

middle of a good dream before it got really good, opening your eyes to that disoriented-what time is

it-what day is it even feeling, let alone, the occasional panicky jolt of oversleeping. But this

morning was an odd mix of a couple things.

You were off today, thank goodness, and hadn't set the alarm. A quick check of the clock said it

was time for Archie to lay his chin on the side of the bed and stare at you with woeful eyes until

you woke up to feed him. Only, there was no Archie. And, come to think of it, you weren't exactly

sure how you got in bed in the first place. Flipping the covers off, you realized you were still in

your clothes from the night before. Standing up and looking around, you scratched at your head

and stretched. Where was Scooby and the gang to help solve this mystery when you needed them?

The distant sound of metal on ceramic made something click. Jinkies.

A couple small pieces started coming together. You rememberded being a little heavy lidded last

night. At work for a 14 hour day, you were a little yawny. You might have dozed off somewhere

before the final two minute warning. You vaguely remembered Chris saying something to you, but

not what or when and- Ohmygod!

You padded down the hall to peek into the living room. Archie's tail thumped on the floor when

his little, fuzzy head came up for a second to look at you before laying back down over Chris' feet.

The rest of Chris sat on the couch, elbows perched on knees and a bowl of cereal in his hands,

watching SportsCenter. He smiled up at you as he chewed a mouthful of Cheerios until he could

speak with an empty mouth.

"Mornin', Sleeping Beauty," he said, fishing his spoon into his bowl for another bite.

You were more than a little out of sorts this morning. Finger pointing around from the hall behind

you to you to Chris to the kitchen as you faltered through, "How did I, um- You're, uh...You-?"

He swallowed his bite with a grin. "You fell asleep during the game," he filled in for you. "Missed

a helluva good game, too. We fuckin' dominated."

You shuffled a few more steps into the room, a limp wristed finger still pointing to a question in

the air. "And you're still here."

One eye squinted as his head ticked noncommittally from side to side. "Ehh, I mayyy have fallen

asleep during the post game show," he admitted. "I didn't have the heart to wake you, so I figured

I'd let you go for a bit and, well..."

"So, youuu-"

"Woke up pretty late, put you to bed, and slept on your couch after I took Archie out," he finished

for you, before another spoonful of cereal.

Wow. That's...unexpected.

"You took Archie out?" you checked, crossing to sit on the other end of the couch, pulling your