[just in case you didn't know I'm going to have (Y/A) and that is going to be your age. I don't know if that what it really means, but oh well. Deal with it.]
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'Great' you thought to yourself. 'It's my birthday.' You have always hated your birthday. You just hate the attention you get. Plus, you hate socializing. You opened your eyes and moved your hand to the other side of the bed only to have it empty. You got up and could smell something cooking. You went to the kitchen to see Chris in his boxers. It was such a wonderful sight. He turned around and smiled once he seen you. "Happy (Y/A)th Birthday!" He said to you and handed you your plate of eggs, sausage, hash browns and toast.
"Thank you. But you know I don't like this day." You said starting to eat your breakfast. And it was so good. Chris just rolled his eyes playfully and ate his breakfast.
When you guys finished breakfast, you showered, got dressed and ready for the day. You decided on a white tank top, ripped jeans and your boots. You loved wearing them. They were so comfortable. You didn't think you'd be doing much so you didn't go really fancy.
Later that day around 6:00, he took you out for dinner and a movie. When you guys got back you spent the rest of the night on the couch watching other movies of your choice.
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Hey Guys!
So, I dont know. This one is awful. I didn't really have inspiration for this one. So, let me know what you think of it. Bye guys!
•Kittleson•
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Chris Evans: Preferences and Imagines
Fanfiction✔️ [Completed] I think the title explains everything.
