It Started With Pub Golf - Chip

Chapter 2: Chippo Crimes

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--Ella's Pov--

I'm never drinking again is the number one thing hungover people say, "I'm never leaving this apartment ever again," I groan walking into the kitchen. Kelsey pours another cup of coffee before putting the pot back down.

The front door slams shut and soon chips loud voice is filling the apartment, "Morning ladies," he says sounding extra happy. When he walks in there's a giant hickey on his neck revealing why.

Kelsey says she's going back to bed leaving me with loud mouth, "To what do I owe this amazing intrusion?" I ask walking to the cabinet where we keep the meds. He makes himself at home by stealing my coffee making me frown.

"You, Ella Benson, are my bestest best friend in the whole world," he says as I look at him unimpressed, "The girl from last night is amazing. We have a date planned for Saturday night," he says making me smile.

"That's amazing," I tell him as we walk to my bedroom, "What's her name?" I ask.

"Cassidy. She's from Essex," he says as I get back into bed. He kicks off his shoes and crawls in beside me throwing his arm lazily around my shoulder, "Did you have fun last night?" He asks. I let out a deep sigh as I turn my tv on.

"Sadly no Prince Charming swept me off my feet," I tell him with a smirk on my lips, "But your friends are cool," I add on.

"Not even Chris? I saw you guys talking all night," he says nudging my shoulder.

"As much as I'd love to get to know him more. There were only platonic vibes. Plus I don't want to make anything weird with your friends. It's easier to just find a random guy," I say making up some stupid excuse. He just rolls his eyes and steals the remote putting on a YouTube video. I recognize Harry right away and realize it's a Sidemen video.

I didn't even realize I fell asleep until I hear a knock at the door. I lift my head off Chip's shoulder and tell Kelsey to come in, "I'm still terrified I'm going to walk in on you two having sex one day," she says making us both gag.

"Never gonna happen," I state as Chip continues gagging.

She eyes our position and I quickly move Chip's arm off my shoulder, "Yeah okay. But I was thinking of ordering food. Want anything?" She asks. I open the blanket and she walks over getting under them. Our apartment is always freezing. No matter how high we turn the heat it will never get warm. I kind of like it this way. Snuggling under blankets makes everything better. She shows us her order and I tell her to order another one as Chip tries to decide what to get. He asks her a little about last night but she just blushes and changes the subject. Maybe something did happen between her and Arthur already. He doesn't seem like the type to move quickly though.

"I can go pick it up," Chip says going to get up off the bed but Kelsey says she's got it. When she leaves the room he turns to me and goes to ask something.

"Do you think Chris would go on a date with me?" I ask catching him off guard. He opens his mouth a couple of times looking like a fish before nodding his head, "That wasn't a very confident answer. You can say no," I tell him with a small laugh.

"No, I'm not...." He says trying to find the words to say, "Obviously he'd be lucky to have that chance but I just don't think you're his type," he says as I nod my head.

"Was that so hard?" I tease.

He shakes his head and hits play on the video he was watching, "Would you want to film a collab soon?" He asks making me smile.

"I thought you refused to collab with us 'cause you were out of our league," I say making him laugh.

"You know I wasn't serious when I said that. And I was thinking of filming another pub golf," he says making me contemplate it, "The guys liked you and Kelsey....so I figured it would be a good video," he says stretching out his sentence.

"I'll talk to her about it but she will probably say yes...if Arthur's involved," I say making him smile.

"I'm nervous you are going to corrupt him," he says making me scoff in offense.

"Us? You are already friends with him. You call yourself Chippo Crimes when you drink....we can't be worse than that," I point out. He shoves my pillow in my face before turning back to the tv, how rude.