✰ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ✰

𝟎𝟐𝟓. pepsi boy (2)

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you never thought your heart could beat this fast ever until now. holy shit, you thought it was going to beat out of your chest at this point. you felt like you were floating. sunday finally came around after a painfully long day alone in your house. you couldn't get the brunette boy off of your mind and you were ecstatic to see him again.

however, a part of you felt like chris was going to ghost you and not show up tonight. you have been praying all day that he wouldn't. it all just felt too good to be true.

you giggled, swiping through your camera roll for the hundredth time since you left him the other night. you had taken a few photos together, and one in particular kept catching your attention. over and over. you and chris were sitting on the chair by the fire and you were holding the phone out with one hand, while the other was placed on the side of his face as you kissed his cheek. he face was all scrunched up and he looked fucking adorable.

you made a mental note to yourself to make that your wallpaper later if things go well with him tonight.

speaking of, you had barely gotten out of bed today and chris was picking you up in two hours. you sighed, clicking off your phone then tossing it aside on your nightstand. you heaved yourself out of bed and headed towards your bathroom to shower.

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you've probably changed the style of your hair in the last thirty minutes. first you tried a neat bun, but that didn't look right with your outfit. so then you tried your hair down in its natural state, but that also didn't look right. so, here you were with your hair curler, fixing up your hair to give it more volume after you tried straightening it.

your outfit of choice was a short denim skirt and a white cable knit sweater.

you set your hair curler down, turning it off then inspecting your hair in the mirror. you thought it was good enough so you reached for your jewelry to put on, then applied some perfume. you made sure to use the exact same scent you wore to the party. just as you were applying your lipgloss to finish off your makeup, your phone buzzed on the counter with a text message from chris. you smiled, picking up your phone.

pepsi boy (chris)

pepsi boy (chris)

y/n!

me

chris!

pepsi boy (chris)

sorry i haven't texted all day, been a little busy.

pepsi boy (chris)

almost ready?

me

don't worry about it, handsome.

me

and yes. i'm actually shitting myself i can't wait to see you.

pepsi boy (chris)

might wanna wipe your ass, i'm on my way now.

me

christopher.

pepsi boy (chris)

see you soon, pretty.

read 6:24 pm

you laughed, setting your phone back on the counter then took one last glance at yourself in the mirror. your head was spinning with excitement. you've never liked a boy this way and this much ever, and it scared you in a way.