Destroyer - Chris Evans

Why haven't you told me?

Iris' POV

I sigh as the nagging feeling returns to my stomach. I glance at my lock screen. No notification. Ugh I hate this so much. It was earlier today that I realized that this was starting to become a problem...

-

As soon as the picture popped up in my feed, it felt like a sting to my stomach. Like a sudden wave of emotions hit me. I took a deep breath as I read his caption.

"Having a great time filming in Brazil, such a beautiful place."

I hated the way this post annoyed me. I hated the way I was annoyed at him. I knew it wasn't his fault. He was busy, with a very tight schedule, and couldn't be there to talk to me all the time. It was just so weird not talking to him for days. Not hearing his voice... We were, after all, best friends, and I missed him. Did he miss me?

We always used to talk on face time all the time whenever he was shooting a movie. Every day, whenever he had time, but for some reason he was more distant this time around. We hadn't talked on the phone for what...? Two weeks now? This had been more regular in the earlier years of our friendship; whenever we we apart we could go day and weeks without really speaking, and still everything was just like before when we did speak or see each other again. Then, it hadn't even bothered me. But now...

I hated it. Hated the way I was bothered by it. It was so new to me, this feeling. The pinching feeling I got when I thought about him. Whether or not he even thought about me. There'd been times over the past months that he'd spent in Brazil where I felt like I really needed him, but he seldom called and whenever we did speak he was usually very tired, and I didn't want to bother him. He often spoke about the great time he had over there, but didn't give me many details. That too, bothered me a bit. I knew he couldn't really tell me much because of spoilers and confidentiality stuff, but still... I felt like we were slowly becoming more and more distant. Not to mention that he hadn't asked much about me when we did occasionally speak. And truth be told, I had actually had kind of a hard time.

I did have a glimmer of hope that we would speak more now that I was to take over the baby-sitting job of Dodger though. Ugh, Iris, stop being so tragic.

It wasn't long until he was coming back either, so that was a good thing, too. I couldn't wait to see my best friend again. I just had to push away all of these stupid thoughts and feelings. Of course everything was as usual. He wasn't obliged to me at all, we were just best friends, and we didn't need to talk all the time. Despite of all my attempts to rework my mindset, I couldn't shake this annoying new feeling. This is going to be a problem...

-

"Hi, Scott!" I smiled widely, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Hi, girl!" He laughed, hugging me back. "Been a while now, hasn't it?"

"Too long." I sighed letting go of him, to give Dodger a hug as well. The dog jumped happily around me.

I'd been friends with Scott almost as long as I'd been friends with Chris, and he was impossible not to adore.

"Heard from Chris recently?" I asked.

"We spoke earlier today!" Scott nodded.

"Really?" I asked, not totally managing to keep the bitter tone out of my voice.

Scott raised a brow, but let it slide. "He is having a great time, but he is looking forward to coming back home soon."

"So he is coming back soon?"

"Yup, hasn't he told you?"

I shook my head as I clipped the leash onto Dodgers collar.

"Hm, weird." Scott shrugged.