Imagination (Christian Collins fanfiction)

Chapter 54

Chris and my dad have been spending a lot of time together lately, and when I say a lot, I mean leaving at 3 in the afternoon and coming back at 11. Chris has also been distant from me and I only see him when my dad comes home and he walks across the street.

They've been doing that for a week now and I've only actually seen him face-to-face one time since they've been doing that.

My dad come home one night at 11:47 and I ran downstairs and jumped on him. He let out a shriek and I jumped off and crossed my arms.

"What are you still doing up?"

"What are you doing staying out this late with my boyfriend for a week straight?"

His eyes widened, "I can't talk about it."

Now I'm mad.

"Dad! I haven't seen him in a week, he doesn't text or call me, and you're with him all the time, what's going on?"

"He's- uhh, he's... I-" He stopped and shook his head, "I can't tell you."

I shook my head and ran up the stairs to my room. I slammed the door and flopped down on my bed, why is Chris doing this?

I don't want to be the clingy girlfriend but he could at least text me... Right?

Ugh

I rolled over and fell asleep.
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I woke up to my dad laughing really loud downstairs. I sat up and looked at the clock, it's 5:30 in the morning and he's laughing at God knows what.

I shoved my pillow over my head but still heard him. I got out of bed and went downstairs to tell him to shut up because I can't yell right now.

I walked in the kitchen and stopped because Chris was there. His face lit up and he came and hugged me tight, "I miss you.."

"You couldn't have texted me or something?" I pushed him off of me.

"I'm sorry I've been busy-"

"Oh yeah, hanging out with my dad for a week straight all day, you seem so busy."

"Nikki I-"

I shook my head and started going back upstairs. Once I hit the stairs I broke out in to a run and slammed my bedroom door shut.

I flopped down on my bed again. I laid on my side and curled up in to sort of a fetal position and covers my face.

A ton of horrible thoughts ran through my head but I ignored them. If he was done with me or... Doesn't love me... Would he be spending so much time with my dad?

My door slowly opened but I didn't want to look up, I know who it is. He laid down next to me and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me closer and I uncovered my face to look at him.

He wiped the tears off of my face, that I didn't even realize were there, and kissed my forehead.

"Don't you dare think for a second that I'm ignoring you or avoiding you, because I'm not. I love you."

I pressed my lips together trying to hold back a smile.

"Then why haven't you made any sort of contact with me? I miss you."

"Let's just say I'm doing something for you. Both of us actually... You'll see, now go back to bed. I love you."

"I love you too."

He pressed his lips to mine and then moved my hair out of my face and got up and left.

I fell asleep again smiling because he didn't ditch me. He still loves me.
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