CHRIS EVANS & SEBASTIAN STAN IMAGINES

Illegal Love (Part three)

On the inside, you were screaming with joy. It's sort of complicated but it just might work. What am I saying? it's not complicated, it's pretty simple.

They fly you there for a couple of months until Chris gets back on his feet and finds a suitable job that keeps him off the radar. The only thing you have to do is, to make sure that Chris is safe. You're a bodyguard, on vacation though.

You've made your demands very clear. That you will still sell product in Los Angeles, because hey, you need to make money too. You've also demanded that they clean their mess after themselves and that you are not stuck being the maid for the spending of time you will be there. And lastly, you declared that you wanted the weekends off and that you'll be free to do what you please. Only when Sebastian is working, you would be around Chris 24/7.

They seemed to understand your statements, but they were a bit shaken when you said you wanted to sell in Los Angeles. You simply waved it off and told them you knew what you're doing.

You've never actually been anywhere except Skill Street. All your life, you lived on that street. It was time to break barriers.

Chris helped you pack when Sebastian was ordering the tickets for the plane. You didn't know what to bring in clothes, items or money. "It's simple just bring about four months' worth of clothes and if you run out, you could go shop, L. A has big malls." He had told you. So you packed your best outfits, your toothbrush and paste, combs, makeup, shampoos, conditioners, laptop, phones, fake identities, and about two hundred grand.

At the airport, you were having mass anxiety. You were usually tougher than this but, flying was a scary idea. Chris helped you through it though, he explained how he struggled with anxiety and methods how to cope with it.

It was a sweet and sincere gesture.

The security looked at you with a strange look, you had to declare the amount of money you were bringing, and when you said two hundred grand they looked a bit startled.

You just smirked and pretended to look at the time from your Apple Watch, shutting it off, to show that you were loaded. They just silently looked away, embarrassed. You have to be honest, that gave you a little high. Speaking of being high, Chris had given you some Xanax, to calm your nerves so you were feeling good.

You sat next to Sebastian, Chris sitting in front of you both. People were filling the plane minute by minute, lots of different types of them too. You spotted a few shady people but shrugged it off.

The plane was taking off, going full speed ahead, adrenaline rushing. "You excited?" Sebastian chuckled. "Yeah, I've never been on a plane" You looked down at your hands, which were decorated in your favourite gold rings. "Your ears might plug." He mumbled, placing his hand over yours, squeezing. "Got it." You smiled, meeting his blue eyes.

Then you felt it, the plane jerked. You looked to your left, gazing out the window, Sebastian doing the same; you could see the wheels folding into the plane and the ground becoming farther and farther.

"I'm going to L.A." You mumbled. Sebastian chuckled and let go of your hand, grabbing his book. You poked your head between the two seats In front of you, looking at Chris. "How're you feeling?" You asked. "Hey, I'm doing fine. And you? Is the pill kicking in?"

"Oh yeah, I feel fantastic." You smiled coyly. He just chuckled and patted your head. "Good, because we've got a few hours ahead." He explained.

"Ah, do you think it's going to be weird? Living with a stranger?" You asked. "I should ask you the same, you're living with two of them." He replied.

"Well I mean, I'm staying with two sexy actors, it's all good for me." You smirked, earning a chuckle from Chris and Sebastian, who overheard.

"You guys are the ones that should be worried. I could kill you guys in your sleep, you know? And live in your house when you're dead." You said.