Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter twenty-six

The conversation moved out to the fire pit in the backyard, for a couple of hours. Scott and Carly

left just before 11. You found out that she changed her plans to staying with Scott when she heard

you were going to be at Chris' house for the weekend. You felt terrible, not realizing she was

originally going to stay in Chris' guesthouse, and apologized profusely. She, and Scott, assured you

it was no problem. Carly insisted she didn't want to intrude and that it was better to rest and heal in

a quiet house. The Evans kids were known to be a bit boisterous when they got together, she had

told you with a wink.

After company left, the quiet of Chris' place struck you. The view over the valley twinkled with

streetlights below and a sprinkling of stars above. The loudest noise was an occasional pop from

the fire. If you strained your ears, you might have heard some cars pass on the road, but it might

have just been the wind in the trees. It was relaxing, and, lying on the bench along the fire pit, with

your head on Chris' leg and his fingertips twisted with yours resting on your belly, it was perfect.

"This is a great backyard," you admired, ticking your eyes up and tilting your head back to see him.

He smiled down at you. "Thanks."

"It's so peaceful," you noted, settling your head down again. "I think this is the first night in LA

that I haven't been able to hear LA."

"It's nice, isn't it?" he nodded.

You hummed your agreement. "You're sister's nice, too," you told him. "She's sweet. She's so

much fun to talk to."

"Yeah," he agreed. "She's something alright."

You both chuckled and you gave him a small shake of your head. "Terrible," you tutted.

"Hey," Chris said, "you think I'm terrible, you shoulda seen her growing up. Hand to gahd, she was

a bully."

"I don't buy that for one second," you smirked.

"Ha," he scoffed, head ticking back in a subtle nod. "An' I bet your brother was an angel."

"We had some scrapes," you admitted, your tone and smile dancing shyly away from the topic.

"But he was my partner in crime, too."

"Oh, yeah?" Chris mused, one corner of his mouth curled up in curiousity. "What's your favorite

memory growing up with him?"

You considered it for a long moment. There were plenty of stories to choose from. You hummed

thoughtfully before you answered and Chris waited patiently, his thumb sweeping absentmindedly

along yours.

"You know," you began, "it's pretty simple, actually. ...Saturday mornings."

"Oh, yeah," he seconded, face scrunching as if there weren't any doubt to your answer. "Saturday

mornings were the best."

"Cartoons," you nodded. "Real, honest to god, good cartoons. In pajamas, eating cereal, first thing