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13 Chris

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I'm currently laying next to Stella, unable to sleep. I can't stop thinking about what she said earlier. I know she was drunk but my mind won't stop replaying it on repeat.

"I really like you Chris."

I feel like a total ass for just laughing in response, but I didn't know what to say. Or what to do. I can't promise her that I'll get to the same page as her, because I don't know if I ever will.

My attention is refocused on Stella as she hums in her sleep while she shuffles around. I crack a small smile as she settles on her back, giving me a perfect view of her side profile.

Her perfect button nose that had a slight hump to it, the way her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks. Her crooked septum piercing I know she'd fix by twisting her lips if she was awake. I'll never forget the way her face fell when I let out an awkward chuckle after she told me she liked me.

I really shouldn't have done that.

I let out a quiet sigh as I realized in just a couple hours, Sam will know what happened and she'll tell Matt who will tell Nick, and I'll have all of them yelling at me for it.

I can't help that she started to catch feelings, but at the same time I'm too selfish to let her go. Being around Stella is just so easy for me, it's like she brings me some sort of comfort no one else can give me.

What felt like minutes soon turned into hours and Stella was stirring in her sleep, about to wake up. She rolled onto her stomach, turning her head away from me. I decided to sit up so she knew I was awake, and to be completely honest, I was terrified for her to wake up. I didn't want to have to talk about everything said last night, I just wanted to pretend like it never happened.

I wanted to pretend I never let her down in the way that I did last night.

"Chris?" Stella sleepily murmurs, bringing a smile to my face. Most people avoid talking when they wake up, but not Stella.

"I'm here." I reply quietly, moving my hand to rub her back gently. She has to have a hangover from hell right now.

Stella relaxes under my touch and turns her head to face me, "What time is it?" She asks, and I reach over to grab my phone.

"It's 7:36." I tell her, watching as her eyes widened in shock.

"Damn." She sighs, looking up at me, "What happened last night?"

My eyebrows raise in response, "You don't remember?" I ask her, making her face scrunch up in confusion.

"I remember seeing Sam and Matt talking, then me being in the backyard, and then me being carried in here." She tells me, making me grin. She blacked out the worst part of her night.

"Damn, you drank way too much last night." I tell her, making her roll her eyes.

She sits up slowly, "I feel like I'm supposed to be mad at you though."

My heart falls to my ass, "What?"

She shrugs, a half smile on her face as she looks at me, "I'm always kinda mad at you, aren't I?" She jokes, making me let out a light laugh. She's only fucking with me.