The Anon

Chapter 19: Officially Shipping Chaslette

Chapter 19: Officially Shipping Chaslette

Something warm was snuggling in my neck. It was nice, but it was distracting me from my dream of the Grand Augustus Waters. As I tried to concentrate on my dream, the nuzzling continued.

“Gosh stop. Augustus is professing his love to me!” I mumbled from beneath the comforter.

“Well I thought that was my job, Char.” said a sexy, gruff voice behind me. My eyes immediately flew open. I turned around to see (a super duper sexy) Chase shirtless in bed with me. I immediately sat up straight in his bed. My voice was caught in my throat as I realized the situation I was in. A shirtless Chase + same bed + a hyperventilating me = a disaster.

“Chase, we didn’t... I didn’t... like you know.. same bed... you not wearing a shirt... ummm..” I stuttered trying to not look him in the eyes, but he noticeably gasped.

“No. Oh no. You just looked cold last night and I thought maybe my hotness would make you warmer. And the whole no shirt thing is just how I usually sleep.” He stated as he threw the covers off and I saw his boxers hung low. Oh jesus this wasn’t going to end well for me. Get your shit together, Char. You are his girlfriend right? Wait, what are we? I thought.

“Well why don’t you tell me what we are? I’m sure you remember the events of last night.” He said as he walked to my side of the bed as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. My cheeks flushed a bright red colour of the events from last night. Chase slipped his hand into mine and pulled me up with ease and his arms wrapped around my waist. Unfortunately and fortunately he was shirtless so I was a bit breathless. However, having a near panic attack, I put my arms around his neck closing the little space that was between us. Chase looked down at me as his green eyes searched mine for answers. Everything was perfect, but I was still worried.

“Chase, we’re nothing alike. I’m the socially awkward child with nerd glasses while you’re a male model reincarnate. I know not everyone is great at math, but socially awkward blogger and Channing Tatum look-a-like are not such a good match.” I said. It broke my heart to say it, but I can’t always live in a fantasy. Chase’s nose crinkled in a cute way as he thought about something.

“Hold on a second.” He said as he broke from our hug and walked into his attached bath room. A couple seconds later, Chase came striding out in a pair of nerd glasses similar to mine. Immediately a grin appeared on my face as I shook my head at him. He came back and pulled me back into the hug we were initial in.

“We’re similar in more ways than you think, Char. Just give me a chance?” He said with big, pleading eyes that I definitely could no resist. Rolling my eyes, I smiled.

“Fine.” I said like a stereotypical teenage white girl. Chase laughed at my sassy tone and grabbed his phone.

“Let’s take a picture of us and our so called “nerdy glasses”.” He said as he brought the phone in front of us. His other arm slid his arm around my waist and pulled me in close. Smiling I looked at the phone. Just as the click went off, Chase kissed my cheek. Blushing and a bit flustered, I turned to him.

“Chase!” I said as I looked at him stunned.

“What? You looked so cute!” He said trying to reassure me that I didn’t look like a shocked tomato in the picture. Rolling my eyes, I leaned into him my one hand on his naked chest (which reminded me to tell him to wear a shirt before I die of lack of oxygen) and my other tangled in his hair. He leaned in as well with a knowing smirk. Just as our lips were about to touch the doorbell rang. An audible sigh left Chase’s lips.

“I think you should go get that.” I said as I started to pack up my laptop into my bag.

“I’m sure it can wait.” he said, in a pursuit to finish what we almost started. I pointed to the door and with his head down Chase left. But before he did, I tossed him a shirt, just in case there was a hormonal teenage girl outside. After he left, I changed into my jeans, which were thankfully dry, but my shirt, however, was still drenched. Just as I was about to leave his room I spotted my phone on his desk. Scolding myself mentally for almost forgetting it, I grabbed and noticed way too many notifications than usual. I wasn’t the most popular person so I was quite shocked when I had 12 messages and 5 missed calls. Unlocking my screen. I found most my messages from Britton ranging from “Where the hell are you, its raining bat-shit crazy outside!?!?” to “I MISS YOU, CHAR. COME BACK HOME. I LOVE YOU HONEY BUNCHES OF OATS!! <3” Confused as to why he sent those messages I listened to the multiple voicemails he sent me.