Emma Macfayden and Chris Evans are high school sweethearts. They have been dating since Freshman year. After High School they moved to New York City, Chris wanted to be an actor and Emma wanted to be a singer.
They had a daughter and two sons. Riley...
The court thingy went on until about four PM. I went home as quick as I could because I didn't wanna be there anymore.
Now here I am, sitting on the couch watching my comfort movie The Martian. I know, doesn't sound like a comfort movie but for me it is. Just a movie where I can get a good cry from. And Sebastian plays in it, I made him watch it with me a couple of times and he hated it every time.
Ryan and Blake offered to take the kids for a night to let me cool down and stuff. They knew that I wasn't looking forward to it and would probably be done with the day when I got home. And dang they were right.
Talking about Ryan and Blake, Ryan wanted to borrow that Trouble Man vinyl I have. He loves Marvin Gaye and I once mentioned that I have a vinyl. I get up and walk into my bedroom. That's where I keep my pretty impressive collection of vinyls.
I mean I'm a musician, than it's kinda logical that I have a pretty big vinyl collection. I open the drawer and look through it for a good eight minutes until I found it.
"Gotcha." I pull it out and look at it. Oldie but goldie. This used to be one of my favorites, it's been way too long since I pulled this one out.
I open the vinyl to see if the actual thing is there but something fell out of it. It's a polaroid picture.
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I turned it around and it had a whole story on the back. He was always romantic like that.
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I have no time to be emotional about this because the doorbell rang. I throw the polaroid on my nightstand take the vinyl with me as I walk into the hallway. I put it on the table, I'll deal with that later. The person at the door is either someone who Chris sent to check up on me or Chris himself.
As I open the door my guess was confirmed, it's Chris.
"If you wanna talk or whatever it is please leave because I just wanna sleep." I say. He's still in his navy suit and black tie from the court appointment. But then there's me, who changed into shorts and a shirt immediately.
"Just let me in Emma, I'm not asking for forgiveness. I'm just here to talk about something else."
