IN WHICH, chris and valentine are neighbours who have
always hated eachother. their main argument was about the
parking spot in front of their houses, and they had a sort of war going on.
but one day valentine needs chris' help and they start to h...
"i am so sorry." valentine tried to look at noah but she couldnt see him through the shirt that was bunched up on her nose, and the way her head was tilted all the way back.
"stop apologising. its fine."
it wasnt fine. val wasnt mad at noah. she was just mad that when things were finalllyyyy going well with jack, a ball fucking knocks her over.
and now, blood was rapidly gushing out of her nose. the moment the ball hit valentine, it was like a faucet had been turned on. chris had pulled off his shirt, shoved it against val's nose, and helped her sit up, while on the other side, jack squatted beside her, asking if she was alright with concerned eyes.
as she sat there bleeding, val couldnt help but wonder if the universe was sending her some sort of freakish message. because it seemed that everytime something happened with jack, she was covered in bodily fluids. (tb to vom!!!)
"still okay anderson?"
she couldnt see chris' face, but his voice made her relax. probably because she knew him better than the rest of them.
he'd dropped down to the ground beside val after shoving his shirt against her face, and the smell of him, combined with his unexpected nurturing side, weirdly kept the girl calm.
valentine tried to scrunch her face up and immediately regretted it, wincing in the process.
chris' face popped into her line of sight, something to look at other than the gym ceiling. "you okay?"
he actually looked really concerned, and for some reason val felt compelled to reassure him. she blindly reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. "i think its fine. as soon as the bleeding stops, we'll probably be good."
"shes so much tougher than you christopher," adam laughed.
"no shit." chris adjusted one side of the shirt so val could see a little more, and she felt his hand squeeze around hers. "i'd be bawling."
jack added, "same."
"oh my god what happened?" a short woman approached them, looking worriedly down at valentine's face. "are you okay?"
val repeated what she had said to chris, and the lady gave her a sympathetic look. she then turned her head to give a lecture to the boys about how they were really immature.
valentine slowly removed chris' shirt from her face as the woman walked away. she glanced up at everyone, and their faces were... well they weren't good.
"she was cunty!!!" val smiled, talking about the previous lady, trying to avert some of the attention from her nose.
jack coughed and avoided any discretion she tried to get. "well it doesnt seem to be bleeding anymore."
valentine looked at nick. she knew he would be fully honest with her. "whats wrong?"
nick sighed and spoke. "dont take this the wrong way okay val. you know i love you but... your nose looks like mrs potato heads nose."
"holy shit thats so accurate!" noah exclaimed before clearing his throat. "um i mean- it looks okay!"
jack didnt even try to hide his laugh, but val took it as a friendly one. "it does resemble a potato nose!! and its bleeding again."
valentine felt an awful fucking trickle on her upper lip. she quickly covered her face again. "oh my god!!"
"no it doesnt, dont listen to them." chris lifted her chin and his eyes dropped down to her covered nose. "its just a tiny bit swollen."
matt muttered; "a tiny bit??? val needs to go to the er!!"
valentine was sure she was going to kill herself. as she opened her mouth to object, chris spoke. "no objections anderson. going to the er is the safest option. im taking you and we'll call your parents on the way. allgood?"
noah said, "dude you didnt drive. and quit being so bossy."
valentine's nose was throbbing but she couldnt stop the smile on her face. chris' friends were ridiculous. "i dont need you to take me to the hospital. ill call my dad."
"but jennifer said she and your dad would be at the movies." chris looked worried, and that made val feel something. i definitely have a concussion, she thought. "the hospital is right down the street. im sure they'll meet us there if you call them."
chris gave her his hand to stand up. "think you can stand?"
"you're not getting rid of me yet sturniolo." she let him pull her up.
matt threw chris a shirt since val had his practically glued onto her face. as he spoke to his friends, she couldnt help but realise that he had given her his clothes twice now. either chris was pulling the most elaborate prank, or he seriously was the nicest guy. val just wished she could figure out which one he actually was.
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