𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃, chris sturniolo ✓

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chris had forced matt to leave for mavis' house earlier than usual the next morning. he knew he wanted to talk to her, but he didn't quite know what to say.

when they pulled up to the driveway and mavis wasn't waiting like she usually was, considering they were a whole ten minutes early, he got out of the car by himself and walked up to her door, ringing the doorbell.

it opened within a couple of seconds and her dad stood there with a skeptical look on his face.

"chris?"

"hi mr matthews, can i talk to mavis?" chris straightened, trying to ask as politely as he could.

her dad eyed him up and down, before opening the door a little more so that he could come in. chris nervously made his way past the man and wondered why he seemed so apprehensive about him.

he caught a glimpse of his favourite red hair in the kitchen, and made his way in to find mavis sitting at the counter, eating a bowl of lucky charms.

"hey." he spoke casually, but mavis nearly spat out the mouthful of cereal she was currently chewing on when she heard the voice.

"shit, did i not realize i was late?" mavis panicked, beginning to shove a heaping spoonful down her throat in a hurry.

"no! slow down!" chris laughed at the girl.

"i made matt come here early."

"why?" mavis asked, worry instantly settling in. did he remember something else? did he hate her again already?

"i just wanted to talk to you." he smiled at her, looking down into her bowl.

"um, why are you just eating the cereal part?" he asked.

"because you have to save the marshmallows for last." she told him, giving him a weird look. she thought it was common knowledge.

"so why did you want to talk?" she turned her body toward him, bracing herself for whatever was about to come next.

"i'm sorry for hitting you in the face with a lacrosse ball. and i'm sorry that i broke your sunglasses." he apologized.

"chris, you know that was like, years ago, right?" she chuckled at the very sincere expression on his face.

"i know, but i'm still sorry. i don't get why i would've wanted to do that to you. i was being a fucking prick, you were right, even back then." he grinned at her.

"well, i can't say you weren't being one, but thanks. if it makes you feel any better it wasn't completely unwarranted." mavis said as she ate the last bit of her cereal, starting to work on the marshmallows next.

"what do you mean?" chris looked at her, confused.

"you might've been a prick, but i was always stuck up. i know you don't remember it but i could be a real bitch... when i was little." mavis quickly covered up.

"you could never be a bitch, mavis." chris rolled his eyes with a smile, and mavis felt her heart ache a little as the words left his mouth.