Butterflies (Chris Evans) 18+

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LA

1 Year Later 

The amount of cameras that are in my face? I'll never get used to it.

The flashes that are going off are sending me blind, but instead I just stand there and give them all a smile, different angles to work with. It seems most of my female co-stars decided to dress in pink, but I've gone for a blue dress instead, just to be different. It's not too over the top. I'm not here to upstage Margot although her outfits for the tour have been insane.

She's slayed every one of them.

Right now she's over with Ryan doing some interviews, but we've already said our hello's and caught up. My publicist, Maria is now guiding me along, making sure I say the right things. Do the right things. She's a damn control freak at her finest - and my manager Miranda is no better. But without them? I wouldn't be where I am now. Since Barbie's appeared on my credentials, the roles have been coming in. And they haven't stopped.

I'm tired. But I've worked hard to make a name for myself over the last year.

"Camden! Over here! Over here!" The photographers call as I pose for them some more before Maria steps in and we move on.

"Is this almost over yet? I think my knickers are wedged halfway up my ass". I mutter to her as she smirks.

"Few more intervi-" She's cut off as I hear someone practically yell "CAAAAAAAAMMDEEEEEEEEEEEN!" and immediately see a flash of pink bounding towards me.

My Barbie Bestie is here and now throwing his arms around me as I do to him. "You look awesome". Scott says as the photographers want a shot of both of us.

"So do you, shall we give them some worthwhile content?" I smirk, knowing full well that we're gonna just mess about with these shots after a few normal ones.

And we do not disappoint.

Whilst Maria is probably face palming and hoping to god that these shots don't make any media sites, the paps and everyone else are loving it. But this is us. We were constantly messing around on set .

I have missed him this last year. The last time we were together was the wrap party, and got utterly wasted on the cocktails before completely destroying some Adele on karaoke.

I want to ask him about Chris, but know it's better that I don't. That or he knows something I don't and isn't mentioning his brother to spare me the embarrassment. Then we need to part ways until the end of the premiere at least, because there are reporters who want to talk to us.

**

It doesn't take long for Scott and Steve to find me once the film is over. "We're heading back to have some drink in our room. You're in the same hotel right?" Scott asks and I nod. "Ok, well ditch Mad Maria and come spend the rest of the evening with us - you know you love me that much".

I smirk and look to 'Mad Maria' who is on her phone still. I signal to her that I'm leaving with Scott and Steve and she nods, before coming over. "Want me to get the car, security..."

"Nope, these boys are my security". I smirk. "I'll see you in London ok?" Thankfully I have a week until I'm back in the UK for the Barbie premiere there, so I can actually have some peace until then.

"See you later". Maria nods and heads off as I go the other way with Scott and Steve, all of us getting into the car waiting for us and taking us back to the hotel. I honestly can't wait to get this damn dress off and put some more comfortable underwear on.

"I'm gonna go change into my PJ's and then I'll bring wine". I tell them as we take the elevator up to their floor and get out.

Scott grins. "Oooooor we can just order cocktails on room service and we can get wasted in our outfits". He gets to the door of their suite and takes the key card that Steve had on him, swiping it to let us in.

"Can I at least go and put some comfortable underwear on? Seriously, my knickers are really riding up my ass here because of this damn dress". I say as he just drags me inside.

"Well that sounds unfortunate, but I guess I could help you out with that if you want, Barbie". A different voice sounds that isn't Scott's, and I immediately see someone lazing on one of the couches, flipping through the TV channels.

Chris. 

I watch him now get up, his eyes skimming me before he nods more to himself rather than me. "Good to see you again, Barbie". 

Yeah, tonight is gonna be awkward as fuuuuuck if I have to drink with these guys now. 

"Likewise, Captain". I manage to say coolly. 

Scott and Steve must sense something, because I immediately catch them backing up quietly towards their room. "You two aren't going anywhere. You promised me cocktails". 

"I mean, we got the cock part, right?" Scott now laughs nervously before he looks at us two. "I'm sensing some tension here that's bordering sexual as well as frustration, but not in the sexual way". 

"Are you drunk already?" Chris asks as he just looks at him weirdly. 

"Only on life". His brother muses back. "I'm gonna order those drinks - Steve, help please?". 

I roll my eyes. "It takes two of you to make a phone call?" 

"I mean, I gotta push the buttons and he's gotta hold the actual phone part?" 

That is the most pathetic excuse to leave the room ever. 

It's clear he has no idea what is going on so I can safely say that this wasn't a ploy to get Chris and I together again. But now we are? I guess I'm gonna be needing some answers. Just so I know where we both stand. 

"You're pushing my buttons Evans!" I say and shake my head. "I'm going back to my room to change my sodding underwear and to actually get out of this dress before it suffocates me. When I come back? I expect there to be a shit load of cocktails because after seeing your brother? I'm going to need them". 

Chris rolls his eyes. "You were the one who didn't answer my calls or texts". 

"Because you never fucking text me! Or even called! I heard nothing from you, so don't start turning the tables on me!" I say and then head out of the suite and back to my own.  

I'm gonna need some migraine tablets to go with those cocktails.