Part of Your World:A Chris Evans FanFiction

19.

                       

    The week at the Evans' family home went way too quick.  I managed to teach most of the family how to play cricket with differing levels of success.  Obviously Carly couldn't play and Shanna lost interest pretty quickly.  But most of the men were willing to at least try and play.  Though Scott and Chris kept fucking about with bowling and how they held their bats, trying to make it seem like they were playing baseball.  That hilariously led to Scott being bowled out full stumps by his mum. 

     Lisa ended up letting me help around the house a bit more.  I hoped it meant she was seeing me more like family than as a guest.  I guess it could have also just been her giving in to my constant offers of help.

     We spent what I would call boxing day with Chris' dad and his new family and on the 28th I met Tara, his most long term best friend.  I was almost as nervous meeting her as I had been meeting his parents.  He talks about her so much.  I think I was so nervous about her judging me being a bad girlfriend, and that her influence on him might be so strong that it would be reason for us to break up.  So I barely talked.  I think I must have made a completely zero impression.  You know when meet someone and you're asked if they're nice and you just go 'Mm ... yeah ... they were nice I guess.'  I really enjoyed being around her though.  I finally got what Chris was saying about how he liked when I was around Gaby.  I was seeing this Chris that wasn't meant for me.  At least not yet.  I loved it. 

     Chris and I spent New Years at his favourite local bar with some of his childhood friends.  We both drank a lot.  And the last thing I actually clearly remember from the night was him trying to convince me to scale up the side of a building and steal a flag for his friends.  I can't remember why I was the one who was supposed to get it, and I am still not quite sure if I actually did or not. 

     We left on the second of January, and I felt really guilty.  We were leaving early so Chris could take me to New York.  Yet even if we stayed until the forth, when I needed to get back to UCLA and start teaching again, Chris technically didn't need to return to LA at all right now.  He didn't have any work lined up until February and I could tell he didn't want to leave.  

     Chris had decided to drive to New York.  It would probably take around four or five hours depending on traffic in the city, but he said given that there was all the screwing around at airports, it was still the better option.  

     We said our goodbyes, and piled into the car.  Scott was bringing East back to LA with him, so it was just the two of us.  

     "I had a really good time.  I really love your family."  

     Chris gave me a brief smile.  "I'm really happy to hear that, Em."  He said.

     "You know, if you want, you can go back to Boston instead of going to LA.  I mean after this little side trip."  I said.  "I wouldn't hold it against you or anything.  We can do things separately to each other."

     He took my hand in his and kissed it.  "I know.  I'm not gonna lie.  I don't want to go back to LA right now.  But I'm actually going to be back here in Summer anyway.  For three months.  Plus I'm in Texas for all of February.  It's going to suck to be away from you for so long.  I don't want to take any extra time away from us when I don't have to."  

     I groaned.  I hated thinking about What's Your Number.  I wanted to be this strong independent woman who didn't feel lonely or jealous when her boyfriend went off to work, but the thought of him being away for so long actually kind of made me feel sick.  "What's the point of LA if they hardly seem to film any movies there any more?"  I groaned.