pinky promise, chris sturniolo.

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credits to Radbooo for the idea of this chapter!! <3

ellas point of view

chris and i are walking in the woods rn bored and may i add a bit drunk. maybe a lot drunk. okay so i'll explain.

chris and i were sitting at my house bored as fuck. "do u wanna do something stupid?" i asked him "like what?"

"wanna drink? or smoke? or both?" i asked him hoping he'd say yes. spoiler alert he did. so i texted my little dealer on da low and got sum nasty vodka and some weed 😐.

we make it to an open spot in the middle of the woods like legit. middle of the woods. it's fucking freezing. like so so so bad.

we sit down on the ground and put the the blanket that chris was holding so r asses don't freeze off. i'm giggling at nothing like i always do when i drink.

i stop and look at chris and lean in to kiss him. we just smile and giggle into the kiss until it becomes heated. oh my.

so our position is like he's has like one hand on both sides of me somehow we ended up laying down but also he wasn't like on top of me yk?

anyways he kisses my neck and i obviously have my eyes closed, but obviously i had to ruin the moment. i swear the world was spinning when my eyes were shut. "chris i'm gonna puke" i quickly push him off and try and run away to throw up because i don't want him seeing. he chases after me and catches up. i lean over and just let it all out, he holds my hair and and rubs my back like a gentleman even though he literally can't stand up straight.

"do u wanna go home?" he asks stumbling backwards when i finish literally throwing up everything in my stomach. i nod with a frown on my face and we begin to walk off. "wait the blanket!!" he almost yells. "eh nevermind fuck that i'm freezing."

we're stumbling down the street trying to make our way home. "oh fuck" he says before leaning over and throwing up tons bruh. i let him throw up because he keeps pushing me away so i go sit on the curb. ugh fuck i feel like i'm gonna cry. (AN//i never drink anymore because i always cry when i'm drunk so i'm making this like as if it were me.)

i begin to tear up and literally cry at nothing. i just sit alone on a curb, freezing with the sound of chris gagging in the distance.

he comes back with a smile on his face "i feel better now hehe" he laughs but stops when he looks at me he sits down next to me and holds my hand.

"oh baby why are you crying?" he asks with concern "are we ever gonna date?" i look at him, tears streaming down my face, "what?" he almost smiles. "when are we gonna date? because i really like you and i wanna date you." i say frowning.

he smiles and kisses me "soon" he whispers his lips almost touching mine. "your breathe smells like puke" i gag. "so does yours" he laughs and begins to gag like me.

we both HATE puke. HATE HATE HATE. it's so fucking gross so us kissing eachother after we both puked? not a good decision.

we r literally crying laughing while gagging.

we make back to my house  and lay in my bed. after of course! brushing our teeth 🥰

i lay down and immediately knock out. i'm gonna be fucked tmr.