𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐘, chris sturniolo

𝟎𝟏𝟓, as calm as a lake

★  S P A R K S   F L Y ★

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chapter FIFTEEN! 💌

( "as calm as a lake." )

— real life —

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

REAL LIFE! — 🍓

when annie arrived at the library this morning, the last thing she expected was to be A) kicked out, and B) walking in the direction of her house with chris in tow.

you see, when annie had told chris on tuesday night that her house wouldn't be free for them to answer the questions in, she may have been lying. annie's dad worked night shifts at his accounting firm, and every other saturday, he worked late at night, and slept in during the day. this served as the perfect excuse for why her house wasn't free, but, the thing was... her dad wasn't even working today.

he'd taken the weekend off last minute after plans were made to visit annie's grandma in rhode island tomorrow. in her dad's exact words, he 'didn't want to be too tired to drive'.

in fairness, this plan had been made on thursday evening, and annie wasn't going to go out of her way to tell chris that suddenly her house was free, so stuck to the original library plan. which, of course, was ruined because of chris' tendency to talk really fucking loud.

so now, annie was speed walking in the direction of her house, which conveniently enough was just a street away from the library. chris had been trying to maintain her fast pace for about 5 minutes now, his breathing heavy as he walked in sync with her.

"i thought you said your house wasn't free, wickes?" chris asked, panting slightly as he tried his best to keep up with annie. she rolled her eyes; chris had been asking this same question on repeat, as if annie was going to miraculously answer.

instead, she turned to face chris, a concerned look on her face. "for someone who does lacrosse, you're really struggling, bud."

"yeah, well, you're walking a million miles an hour." chris shook his head. "cut me some slack here."

he was ignored, and annie did not cut him some slack, instead speeding up her pace as she spotted her house in the distance, a knowing smirk on her face as chris demanded her to wait up yet again.

she was still trying to process the fact that in just a few minutes, chris would be in her house, sitting at her dining table, and meeting her dog. it didn't feel right, but that small part of her, that tiny gut instinct that just loved to take chris' side, was telling her that maybe this wasn't as bad as she was making it out to be.

but then again, chris was going to be in her house — the hatred for mason's party, and how he was late to the library today still lingered, and there was nothing that gut feeling could do to shift it. so, yeah, this probably was going to be pretty bad.

annie shook her head free of the opposing thoughts, and tried to make the best of what would've been a nightmare scenario for her only a week ago. if she was efficient, chris would only need to stay for 20 minutes, as was originally intended at the library.