Chris Evans: The Guy Next Door

Chapter 7

I woke up to the sun peeking through my curtains, as I rolled over and looked at my phone. There was a new message from my mom:

Mom- Good morning! When you are awake, come downstairs. There is a visitor here for you ;)

I replied, and then rolled out of bed, quickly stopping I front of my mirror to fix my hair so I looked socially acceptable.

As I limped downstairs, still groggy, there at my table was a handsome Chris Evans.

He turned around, and a smile came upon his face.

"Good morning sleepy head."

I felt my stomach flutter and my cheeks go red.

"Hey, good morning." I smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

He got up and poured me a glass of coffee, and handed it to me.

I took a sip and a set it down on the counter. "So, what's up." I said.

"Well, I was wondering if you would like to do something with me today. You're practically the only friend I have here, so it looks like you're my one option." He joked, keeping his adorable smiled plastered on his face.

"Me? Hang out with you?" I stuttered.

God damn it Bella, that's what he just said, why do you have to be so awkward.

He laughed nervously. "Yeah... I mean if you're up to that. It means spending a whole day with me, which might not he that enjoyable, unless you're my mom, then yeah-" He stuttered, scratching his head and looking at the floor.

"Yes, I'd love too." I cut him off.

"Good. Great! Okay. Good." He said, looking so relieved.

"Well um, I'll go..." He said motioning from himself to the door. "... So you can go get ready... And..." He searched for words, still standing in the middle of the kitchen. My mom and I gave him the same confused look.

"I'll just leave." He said, scratching his head as walking out the door.

I chuckled, he can be a real meatball sometimes!

But I don't get why he keeps getting so nervous around me. But whatever, he asked me to hang out with him, and that made me pretty damn happy.

I jumped up from the table and skipped upstairs, while humming, to begin getting ready.