Motionless in White One Shots

Christmas Miracle - Chris fluff

"Mom said Mrs. Cerulli mentioned Chris will be home this year for our joint Christmas," you sister tells you in a text message.
You know exactly why she is telling you, both your mother and Mrs. Cerulli has been saying for years that you and Chris would wind up together.  They have convinced most of either family of the same thing and year after year you disappoint them when the two of you still aren't in a relationship.  Yeah, the two of you talk almost daily.  And yeah, you have been best friends ever since you were children but that is mostly because your mothers are both so close.
It's also not like you have never thought about what it would be like to be in a relationship with him, you have many times.  You have wanted to have one with him since you were about 16 and now you both are definitely beyond the teenage years of your life but it has never worked out.  He has helped you through so many heartbreaks and you are the same with him, the two of you leaning on each other every time a breakup has wrecked the other.  Him wiping away your tears when your fiance told you that he was cheating on you, making sure that you weren't alone the entire time you wallowed in self pity and shoved everyone away from you.  You helped him when he shut down after both of his bad breakups with Sabrina and Gaia, but that is just the thing.  You two are always a constant in each other's lives but neither one of you have ever made a move to change that between the two of you.
You don't respond to your sister, you know that it will just egg her on and you aren't in the mood for that at the moment.  You will deal with it tomorrow when you see her and now it sounds like Chris at the family Christmas thing.

Chris gets a message from his mom saying much the same thing as what you got, letting him know that you will be there tomorrow and that maybe the two of you should make time to talk.  Which he knows is her way of saying that you two talk about your friendship and he doesn't bother entertaining it.
He is nothing like any of the men you have dated, he knows for a fact he is not your type.  And if it was meant to happen then he is pretty sure that it would have by now.  That in all your years of being friends, something would have changed if it was meant to.  His favorite memories are of the nights in highschool where the two of you would hang out after band practice, so secure in your relationship that sharing a bed together and being physically close to each other was normal.  Ryan still refuses to believe that the two of you have never had a thing together because as long as he has known Chris you have always been there, the two of you a package deal.
Chris does wonder what would have happened had things been different, if he was around more and felt like he could tell you how he feels, that he wants a relationship with you and thinks that maybe your mothers are correct, that you are meant to be together.  That is the main reason why he has never asked you, you deserve more than he can give you.  You deserve a man who can be at home with you when you get home from work, that can be there when you have a bad day, that can give you the family and life you deserve.  He knows that is not him, that he can't give you that stability which is why he has never mentioned it to you.
He responds back to his mother, letting her know that he is aware you will be there and that he looks forward to catching up with you and your family tomorrow.  Not really giving anything away in hopes that she will drop the conversation, but knowing that she won't. 

"Mom, yes I am excited to be seeing Chris.  I feel like it is obvious that I would want to see my best friend.  But that doesn't mean that I am excited for other reasons.  We aren't a thing, I think that it is clear after all your years of you and Momma C pushing it that it will never happen, so please just drop it," you say with a groan, helping your mother in the kitchen as she works on getting dinner ready.
"They say mother knows best, and both of us think that you two are meant to be together.  I wish the two of you would just admit it already.  I have been able to tell ever since you were a teenager that you have had a crush on him, and I know you still do. You should just tell him, his mother is convinced that he has a thing for you too you know," you mother says, turning to look at you.
"Mom, seriously, just drop it," you sigh.
"I just want you to be happy honey, and I know that is what you want. I'll drop it for today," she says, disappointed that you shut her down.
"I-I'm sorry mom, but I just can't tell him that.  You've seen the girls he has been with, none of them are anything like me.  There is no way he would want to be with a girl like me, and I don't want to ruin our friendship," you say softly, avoiding looking at your mother after admitting to her for the first time that you really do have some feelings for him.
She gasps and you hear her drop the wooden spoon into the floor that was in her hand at your confession, not expecting you to say what you just said out loud.  She always knew that you felt that way for him but for you to finally admit it to her... it meant a lot more to her than you realize.
"I knew it, honey you need to just tell him.  Even if he doesn't feel the same you should be honest, the truth always gets out eventually." She says, knowing you aren't paying attention to her but that you are at least listening. 
"Yeah good luck, I've been telling her that for years," your sister says, stepping into the room rolling her eyes. "You know how stubborn y/n is."
"Just like your father," your mother jokes, going back to stirring the mashed potatoes that she is currently working on.
Luckily for you, or maybe unluckily the doorbell rings and you know that the Cerulli family must be here.  It's a good thing because the conversation is over and you don't have to listen to it... but it's a bad thing because that means that they are here, that Chris is here.  And his new purple hair that you have seen in photos and videos is the death of you, of course the bastard had to go and do something to make himself more attractive.
Your dad must have answered the door because Mrs. Cerulli and Jennifer are walking into the kitchen now, both giving you and your sister a hug as they step inside.  Your mother breaking out a bottle of wine and pouring you girls all a glass.
"The boys must be in the living room?" your mother asks Mrs. C after handing her a glass of wine.
"Yeah, you know how they all are.  Always avoiding the kitchen while we cook, like usual.  You know, this is going to be nice.  It is the first year in what, five, that we all have gotten to be together," she says, moving to give you another hug. "You know, you should go say hi to Chris.  I know he has been missing you."
Almost as if on cue Chris steps foot into the kitchen as well, greeting your mom and sister before stopping in front of you with a smile.  Both of you immediately pull the other into a hug like old times, the two of you always have been close like this, so why does something feel different this time?
"It's good seeing you in person y/n, it has been too long." He says, his grip around you tight as he holds you to him.
"It really has, I've missed you.  Slow down a little bit, now that your band is really getting big I never get to see you," you joke. "I'm happy for you," you add.
When the two of you pull away you notice that everyone is staring at the two of you, like the two of you just committed some sin by only hugging each other.  You flush and look away, excusing yourself to the bathroom before something happens that you don't want to happen.  Especially now that both of your mothers are drinking wine, that never ends well.
You let out a sigh after leaving the bathroom before you go back to join your family, now that the food is done all of you sit around the table.  Catching up on what has been going on with everyone, remembering old memories from your childhood.
"I miss when all of you were little, when you would be off playing in the other room at Christmas like this while we all caught up.  It was always adorable how close all of you used to be as children," Momma C says, looking at you fondly. 
"And now our children are starting their own families, it's almost kind of funny that both our oldests are the only ones who aren't," your mother adds.  You almost choke on your sip of wine, knowing what she was hinting at when she winks at you.
"I do miss those days, I will admit it, Chris says, smiling over at you before looking at your mother. "Things were so much easier as children, there was no overthinking about what you were doing.  The worst fight was when y/n would steal the crayon I needed," he jokes.
"Hey, screw you.  I needed the orange crayon much more than you did," you argue with him, nudging him with your elbow as you both start to laugh at the memory of the time you had him tackled to the floor over a crayon.  You were a feisty child, always leaving both your mothers on their toes.
You all continue to eat your dinner laughing about memories from your shared childhoods with your siblings and Chris'.  Truthfully you did miss having your big family together, because if we are being honest they were all your family.  Everyone eventually finishes up and winds up in the living room, watching some random Christmas movie that was on the tv. 
You excuse yourself for a moment, wanting to take a walk down memory lane so you decide to step into your childhood bedroom.  You know your mother has left both of your bedrooms the way that they were when you and your sister moved out, she has told you that it brings back memories to have all the decorations up that you two had.
Stepping inside you notice firstly a photo on your bedside table of you and Chris at your senior prom, he had graduated a year before you but when he heard that your date stood you up he showed up to take you saying he couldn't let his best friend miss her prom. You smile at the memory, both of you young and naive.
You also see a photo on the wall of you with the band when Chris had his first ever Motionless gig, none of the members that were in it at that point are with him now.  You can see the pride on his face as he stands next to you, his arm around your shoulders. You were proud of him that day too, the first step in making his dreams a reality for himself.
There were all kinds of photos through the years of the two of you on your wall, reminding you of your childhood and friendship with the lanky, dorky child who is now one of the best men you have had the blessing of knowing in your life.
As you look over the photos you can see when things started to change.  You were about 15 when your feelings for him had changed, and it's visible in the photos.  Instead of smiling at the camera, you are looking up at him more and more in the photos.  But for the first time you noticed that the ones where you aren't looking at him with admiration in your eyes that he is looking at you with a smile on his face.  It is clear that until you were 18 that the two of you were extremely close, that around that time is when the two started to drift apart a little bit.  Not standing as close to each other, your friends now standing between the two of you.
You are so distracted looking over your photos and memories, lost in your thoughts that you didn't hear anyone walk in the room behind you, jumping when you hear someone speak behind you.
"Those were the days huh, back when we had no real worries.  When we had all the time in the world to spend together," Chris says softly, stepping up behind you so that he can look at the photographs with you.
"Yeah, I miss those days.  I miss you," you admit softly, still looking at all the memories that are laid out on the wall in front of you with a smile.
"You're mom was just saying that you got a job and are moving back to town soon, so hopefully we will get to see each other more," he says softly, stepping closer to you. "I would like to see you more."
Both of you stand there quietly for a minute, not sure what you should say at the moment.  Something in the air feels different and you can't decide what it is.  Neither one of you look at eachother but rather look over the photos, Chris' eyes stopping on one of the two of you curled up asleep with each other.
"Do you remember that night? You showed up at my house so distraught that your boyfriend suddenly broke up with you, we spent the night watching awful chick flicks and you crying into ice cream, me wondering why I chose to have a girl as a best friend," he says chuckling. "Did I ever tell you that it was my fault he left you? I had a tendency to scare off all the guys who were interested in you back then."
"Why?" you ask, turning towards him curiously.  You never knew that he told any of them to stay away from you.
"I felt like none of them were good enough for you back then, I felt like I had to protect you from idiots who only asked you out because they wanted in your pants.  You know, I still feel like I need to protect you... I didn't know why I felt that way back then, being a dumb kid and all but I have an idea why now," he says softly, taking a seat on the edge of your childhood bed.
You sit next to him, watching him as he clearly thinks about something. Admiring the man that he has become, everything feels just like it did when you were children, when you were awkward teenages.  Something about Chris has always brought you comfort, whether it be back when you were toddlers together, and even now.
"Chris, why?" You ask, almost in a whisper.  You think you know what he is about to say but you also aren't sure if you are ready to finally hear it after all these years.
"I have always loved you, but at that point when we were teenagers I think is when the way I loved you changed.  I didn't want to tell you it evolved into a romantic way and not as friends anymore but it did... I think that's why none of my relationships have ever worked out, because I haven't truly loved them because they aren't you." He turns to look at you, hoping that his confession hasn't scared you away, made you hate him because he ruined your friendship and what you have.
"Chris, I, I have felt the same way for a long time, I just never said it because I didn't want to ruin our friendship and make you hate me.  I have been in love with you for yea," your words are cut off by something you never expected to happen.
Your eyes wide in shock as you start to process that Chris, your best friend, is currently kissing you.  When you finally relax and realize that it is real you move to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to you as your eyes closed.  The two of you are savoring the moment that is finally happening, that you have been waiting for all this time to happen.  Pouring all your emotions into the kiss that is happening.
Before you can pull away you hear your mom squeal in the background, you both have been caught.  So much for having your own little moment to enjoy what is happening between the two of you.
"It's a miracle!" you mom exclaims before taking off running, you are assuming to tell everyone else what she just walked in on.
"Why does it not shock me that one of our mothers just walked in on our first kiss, we're in our thirties and they still give us no privacy," Chris jokes as he pulls away from you, his fingers threading with yours.
"Fucking right, well... based on the cheering in the other room everyone now knows, so we should probably go out there and face them," you respond, blushing as you glance away from him, now nervous about what this means for you.
"And what do I get to tell them? That we're together now, that you slapped me for ruining our friendship?" He jokes with you, clearly knowing the answer.
"Do I need to answer that, I'm pretty sure both of us saying we love each other clearly indicates that we are together now," you say, playfully shoving him with a smile on your face.
"Jesus, you're finally my girlfriend and you're still a sarcastic bitch," he jokes, both of you standing up to walk back out and join your families in the living room.
"And yet somehow you love me," you tease, giving him one last kiss before stepping out into the hallway.
"You're right, I do."