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CHRIS COULDN'T LIE, he was staring at darla's instagram post for 15 minutes. especially the comment, what did he do for that reply?
chris runs his fingers through his hair while hearing matt walk into the room. matt sits down next to chris on the couch and wraps an arm arm his shoulder.
"do you think i fucked up matt?" chris looks up from his phone, matt shrugging at him. "obviously. nobody fucks with mari and everybody fuck's with darla."
he was right. literally nobody liked mari at all— not even chris. mari wasn't really the best person to talk to. but it's either that or have darla find out about his feelings for her.
why did he have to hide his feelings? he doesn't know. it's just scaring chris that somebody has an effect on him like this.
"should u apologize to darla?" matt lets out a loud scoff. "please, she won't accept that apology. did you forget how she replied to your comment on instagram?" chris runs his hand over his face while throwing his head back onto the couch cushion.
"fuck i feel like a complete dickhead. i have to go to her house," chris gets up and grabs his cell phone, throwing it into the pocket of his green camouflage jeans.
"alright then, but don't come crying to me when she slams the door in your face!" matt yells out to chris who was now halfway down the stairs. chris runs outside and slams the front door, walking down the sidewalk to darla's house.
why was he doing it? no clue. i mean there really isn't anything he has to apologize for but it just feels right. after that reply darla gave him he felt like he was doing something wrong and he had to fix it.
it was a shorter walk than usual since he was walking a little faster then he should. once he arrives at her house chris just stands infront of her front door for a little bit before gaining the boldness to knock.
*KNOCK KNOCK!*
darla runs downstairs thinking it's just louis or something. she flings the door open and her face it met with chris's. he had his lip between his teeth and was biting down on it.
"darla—" she just shakes her head. "chris? what the hell are you doing here.." darla stands with her arms crossed while waiting for chris to reply.
he looks at darla's face while thinking of what to say.
"i'm sorry, i don't know what i did but the way your acting is making me regret everything ive done in the past fuckin' week or whatever," chris stands with his hands in the pockets of his jeans while rocking back and forth.
the pair sit there in silence before darla lets out a loud scoff that breaks the silence.
"i don't really care chris, i don't know what you want me to say." darla places her hand on the door before closing it in his face.
what the fuck? chris was confused. he did absolutely nothing to piss her off.
he nods his head slowly while walking away. chris's head was down the whole walk home. this time he walked slower which caused the walk to take longer than before.
once he arrives home he softly closes the door and walks up the stairs and up to the living room where matt was. "so?" matt asks and chris just shrugs. "said she doesn't care!" matt rolls his eyes at chris.
"welp! whatever you did you gotta figure it out 'cause nick and i miss darla. she's a good person and you don't just wanna ruin what you guys have because of something unsolved," matt's words stuck onto chris. he nods at matt while walking up to his bedroom.
┈─ 𝜗𝜚 LOVE SICK
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