One Shots Book

Next Boyfriend • Chris Evans

high school seniors! Chris & Reader

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"Hey Mom," Chris walks into his house, tossing his bag onto the ground as he slid into one of the stools standing in front of the kitchen island.

"Where's my snack?"

Lisa always has a snack ready for her oldest son, even though he was 18 years old, she still gave her children a little something after a long day at school and before dinner.

Shanna and Carly walk in minutes after Chris as the late bus dropped them off. Scott is studying at a friend's house but should be home soon. As per senior privilege, Chris gets to and from school in his Dad's old mustang.

Which he spent all summer polishing and cleaning up.

"Hello to you, Christopher." Lisa smiles, as Chris pulls his phone out to text his best friend back, "here's a cheese string."

Then she goes back to cutting up some tomatoes for tonight's meal, Carly's favorite since it's her birthday tomorrow.

Grilled cheese and tomato soup.

"Hi Mom!"

"Hey Mom!"

The girls walk in and head to the dining table, taking out their homework and on the way bothering Chris but twisting his hat and patting his shoulder somewhat roughly.

All sibling love.

"I supposeeee this will do." Chris huffs dramatically and tears open the plastic package. At least it's finally the weekend.

After a long week at school, Chris doesn't want nothing more than to play his video games, grab some food with his friends and maybe even check out Troy Bolton's party tomorrow.

Supposedly it's going to be the best of the year.

"So..." Lisa says in a singsong voice.

"So..." Chris echoes.

"Have you gotten your sister anything?"

"My sister?" Chris echoes, a confused look on his handsome face as he spilt the dairy product between his two forefingers. The cheese separates completely and Chris throws the shorter piece into his mouth. Raising his left brow curiously.

"Yes..." Lisa nods, a giggle leaving her mouth as she multitasked and prepped dinner for her kids. He hungry kids who come home from school acting like they've never been fed. "You have two sisters right?" She asks him. Hoping to get a conclusive answer.

Chris stays silent, his eighteen year old brain just went through 8 periods of academics one after the other, science, math, language arts...it's all too much to process. Despite him being awesome at math, the other subjects wear him out.

That's even with lunch and study hall serving as a break throughout the day. They weren't kidding when they said senior year was the hardest, since this is what college folks are going to be looking at.

Your grades from 12th grade, right on your transcript like some kind of menu.

A few minutes go by, Lisa chops up some herbs for the homemade tomato soup; a nice mixture of thyme, rosemary, basil.

She reinforces the parenting skill she adopted after her first was born, a sense of scaffolding. Provide support, but only when the kids truly need it. It's how she's gotten this far with four kiddos.

"Right..." Chris responds a while later, his voice trailing off. His brain is malfunctioning. "An older sister and a younger sister, right?" But he's doubting himself.