sturniolo/nate imagines 2

☆back together-Chris

Chris POV

Poptarts. So many flavors, yet I don't know which is my favorite. Maybe a new one. I scanned over the many boxes again.
There were light footsteps near me and I looked over. I almost gasped. Y/N. It's my Y/N. I'd recognize that hair anywhere. Though it's longer than the last time I saw her. She's skinnier too. I don't think I like it. But...she looks good. Of course she does. She's so God dam beautiful.
She felt my stare and looked over, her eyes widening as they met mine.
God, those eyes.
"Hi," she blinked, but didn't look away from me.
"Hi." I felt my feet moving closer to her. She looked up at me with that adorable vulnerable look she got whenever she was scared, or sad, or both. Like she looked at me that day, though the look was accompanied by tears that day. That stupid day. Why did I have to leave?
"Um, how are you?" She asked looking down.
"I'm, good. Good, yeah. How about you?" I tried not to frown at the loss of eye contact.
"Good." She nodded. There was an awkward moment of silence.
"How's LA?" Her voice was quiet. She's never quiet, only with strangers. Am I a stranger to her?
"It's nice. Real nice." I nodded, looking at the same spot on the floor as her.
"So-" my question was cut off by a man approaching.
"I found your pasta." He stood next to Y/N, holding a box, looking between us awkwardly. I suddenly wanna strangle him.
"Oh, um. This is Chris." She looked at him with a fake smile as his eyes widened almost comically.
"Chris?" He whisper yelled to her, she swatted his arm.
"Chris." I nodded.
"Hi." He turned to me and held out his hand. I reluctantly shook it. How could she move on so fast? He doesn't even look like me.
"Chris, this is my friend, Albert." Stupid ass name- wait, friend?
"He moved here last year with his boyfriend." Oh. Boyfriend.
"I've heard lots about you." He nodded. She punched him
"Ouch. Fisty." He rubbed his side.
"Well, we'd better get going. It was nice to see you." She finally looked at me. She's sad. She looked away, knowing I can read her like a book.
Does she miss me like I miss her?
"Bye," she slowly turned and started to walk away.
"Wait." I don't wanna let her go. Not again. She turned back nervously, fidgeting with her hoodie sleeve.
"Could we, meet, sometime?" I gulped.
"Meet?" She questioned.
"Yeah. I mean like, to talk, sometime...if you want." I started doubting it. Why would she wanna talk to me? She broke up with me.
"Yeah. Sure, we can..meet sometime." She nodded, I looked up in surprise. Maybe she doesn't hate me.
"Cool. I'll text you." I nodded, trying to hide my smile.
"Ok. Bye." She turned, leaving. I felt an ache in my heart. Wow. I'm still so in love with her.

It's been 2 days since I ran into Y/N at the grocery store. I texted her. Her responses were short, like she didn't know what to say. I guess I don't either. She said she'd be at a party tonight, we could talk there. I was hoping for something more private, but it's better than nothing.
I made Nate come with me, though.
"Go get her, buddy." He patted my shoulder before walking off. Great, now I'm alone in this mess of people. Where's my girl? I started looking around.
"Chris," I turned to see Alfred. I haven't decided if I like him yet.
"Looking for Y/N?" No shit Sherlock.
"Yeah, you know where she is?"
"Well, you're a teensy bit late." He pointed to a wobbling figure, hiccuping in the corner.
"Good luck." He ran off. Here i go, I guess.
"Y/N," I cautiously approached.
"Chris," she stood, her eyes are red.
"You're drunk," I said quietly, disappointed.
"No. No. Just...tipsy." She said, slurring her words.
"Why? You never drank." I moved closer, almost wanting to be mad at her.
"I didn't. But, now i do. So what?" She stumbled and I grabbed her arm to steady her. She stared at it. I let go.
"We were supposed to talk."
"About what, what is there to talk about? We're done. You've got your own LA life. I'm left behind, it's all good."
"I didn't leave you behind. I wanted to make it work. You decided it was over." I said, trying to understand her. A man approached.
"Hey, you mind if I steal her for a minute?" He grabbed her arm, already starting to pull her away, looking up and down her body.
"I do mind." I pulled her back. "And she's clearly dunk, you piece of shit." My face turned red with anger. I felt her head rest on my chest as she moved into me.
"Sorry, man." He waved me off and left. I want to be mad, and go beat his ass. But Y/Ns in my arms.
"I'm sleepy," she mumbled.
"I..I'll take you home." I nodded, reluctantly prying her off me, but keeping a firm grip on her hand, leading her out.
"Where are your keys?" I asked, she mumbled, leaning into my side. I reached into her pocket and got them.
"Come on," I helped her in and started driving. This isn't how I expected my night to go. I don't know if I'm complaining, though.
We arrived at her house quickly. I looked over to see she was asleep. She looks so peaceful. I reached out and tucked her hair back. Still so soft.
"Y/N," I shook her lightly. She groaned and turned away from me. She's always so grumpy when she's tired. I got out and went to her side, scooping her up and carrying her inside. I placed her on her bed. Now what? I guess I should leave. Yeah.
I stayed put, staring at her. Why couldn't we have worked it out?
"Chris?" She blinked slowly.
"Yeah?" I kneeled down to her level.
"Do you talk to a lot of girls in LA?" I could laugh. I haven't talked to a girl since I left.
"No. Not a lot of girls." I said, she smiled. She must still have some feelings for me. Right? She leaned closer to me, our faces close. I don't know how to breathe. She pressed her lips to mine. Oh fuck, how i missed her lips. I pulled her closer and felt her cheeks get hotter. As the kiss deepened, I tasted the alcohol. Fuck. I pulled back.
"Wait, why'd you stop?" She sat up,
"You're drunk. I need to go." I tried to leave and she grabbed my arm.
"Y/N, please. Don't do this to me." I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Why won't you kiss me? You hate me?" She asked, still slurring her words.
"No, I don't hate uou Y/N. That's the problem."
"So kiss me." She tried to pull me back.
"You're drunk. Not thinking right. I can't. I'm sorry. I can't." I shook my head, more so telling myself. I can't.
"Please," she's trying to kill me.
"No. I'm gonna go. I gotta go." I left hurriedly. Shit.