My American Nightmare • Spencer Charnas x reader

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On the bus
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Y/n Pov

As I sat on the bus, the familiar grip of anxiety tightened its hold on my chest, threatening to suffocate me with a relentless barrage of what-ifs. With each passing moment, the weight of uncertainty bore down on me, casting a shadow of doubt over my resolve.

Fingers trembling, I reached for my phone, the cold metal offering a fleeting sense of familiarity amidst the chaos of my thoughts. And as if on cue, his name flashed across the screen, a silent reminder of the connection that bound us together

Spencer: You better not be getting second thoughts

Y/n: I'm just scared of fucking up and well in turn making you guys look horrible if I screw up..

Spencer: if you are this worried just come out for the shower scene choreography

Y/n: are you sure?

Spencer: yes we do have other crew who's also part of the stage team, just only do one tonight. remember we are second tonight so see you soon little devil.

As the door to the bus swung open, revealing Chris's puzzled expression, my cheeks flushed crimson at the memory of the nickname Spencer had bestowed upon me. Before I could gather my thoughts, Chris settled in beside me, his voice tinged with frustration as he questioned my decision to perform with INK that night.

His words pierced through the haze of uncertainty, causing my heart to plummet with a sinking dread. "I didn't ask, I kinda got told by Spencer," I explained, hoping to assuage his growing annoyance.

But Chris's skepticism only deepened, his doubts casting a shadow of suspicion over the budding friendship between Spencer and me. "I don't trust him, something is off," he insisted, his tone laced with a hint of concern.

Annoyance flared within me at his unfounded accusations. "What the hell, Chris? There's nothing off about him," I retorted, my frustration bubbling to the surface.

But Chris remained unmoved, his skepticism unwavering. "Oh really? How would you know?" he challenged, his doubts fueling the growing tension between us.

Frustration gave way to disbelief as I struggled to comprehend his sudden change in demeanor. "Because we are becoming friends? I don't really have to explain myself here, Chris," I shot back, my patience wearing thin.

His silence spoke volumes, leaving me reeling with the realization of his true feelings. "I'm not going to... screw him! Oh my God, are you jealous?" I joked, but when Chris rose abruptly from his seat, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.

Determined to confront the truth, I followed him, my words stumbling over each other in a desperate attempt to salvage our fractured relationship. But before I could finish my sentence, Chris's actions silenced me, his lips crashing against mine in a fervent display of longing.

The weight of his confession hung heavy in the air, leaving me speechless as I struggled to process the implications of his words. "Chris," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper, uncertain of what the future held for us.

Caught between the tumult of emotions swirling within me, I listened as Chris poured his heart out, his words echoing with a vulnerability that left me speechless. The weight of his confession hung heavy in the air, tugging at the strings of my heart with an undeniable force.

"I've always liked you since we became friends," Chris confessed, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "And when you were with Andy, I just wanted you to be happy. That's all I cared about. And when he cheated on you and you came to me crying, it killed me seeing the one person I love in so much pain from a single relationship. I understand if you don't feel the same way—"