Part of Your World:A Chris Evans FanFiction

7.

With Gaby's help, I was able to get better and better control over my anxiety. She demanded I stop drinking energy drinks, which helped a lot. She also spent the next few days diligently helping me get control over my lessons plans. I was grateful to her, but I also felt terrible. Not only was I taking up so much of her time, I felt like it was all just this one-sided thing with me not having anything to offer her in return. I felt selfish, and I hated myself.

Chris did not ignore my near confession of love. He thought it was hilarious in fact. He started signing off of texts with 'I lo... I mean BYE! xxx'. I was glad he wasn't the kind of guy who ran for the hills though, that was for sure.

Chris got back from filming in the mid-afternoon of Saturday and I showed up on his door with an overnight bag and a bag full of Chinese takeout. We had decided to have a conversation about possible directions for our sex life, to avoid just springing kink on each other again. I was really looking forward to it. Almost as much as I was just getting to see him again.

He and East greeted me at the door.

"You shaved!" I squeaked as he pulled the door open.

He leaned down and kissed me, and then ran his hand over his jaw. "Yeah, do you like it? Better than that stupid goatee."

I reached up and traced my finger over his jawline. "I've never seen you without any facial hair. Well, at least not in person. You look very all American good guy."

He took the bag of food from me, and I followed him inside. "I'm going to take that as a compliment, Crocodile Dundee."

"Oh, please let that be my new pet name." I flopped onto his sofa and then curled my legs up under me, so I was sitting cross-legged. East jumped up next to me, and I pulled him onto my lap, playfully scrunching his ears.

"You want plates for this?" Chris asked, arranging the food on his coffee table.

I shook my head. "No, I want to eat it out of the paper boxes like someone on Seinfeld."

"Okay, weirdo." He sat down and lounged against the arm of his chair.

I dragged the coffee table closer to us and started looking into each container. "Where are the egg rolls?" I asked Chris.

He glanced over and picked up one of the boxes and handed it to me. "Here you go."

I looked into the box, and disappointment washed over me. "These are spring rolls."

"No, they aren't are they?" He grabbed one and took a bite. "No, egg roll." He said through a full mouth.

"But, this isn't what I was expecting. These are just spring rolls. We call them spring rolls in Australia." I pouted at him.

"What were you expecting?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. Something amazing and new. Oh my god, cultural letdown!" East rolled over and whined. "See, East gets it."

Chris rolled his eyes and chuckled.

I picked up a box with a stir-fried flat noodle dish, and a pair of chopsticks.

"So, sex talk," I said turning to Chris bouncing with excitement.

Chris grinned at me. "Oh, that reminds me." He said. "I'd meant to show you last time, but I had an STI screening done for your peace of mind. I still want to use condoms at his stage, because..." He waved his hands in the air.

"Once bitten twice shy?"

"Yeah, something like that. But I wanted you to know, that whatever we agreed to do together, you are safe. The paperwork is in my room if you want me to go get it."