insecure » chris schistad ON HOLD FOR LIKE A MONTH

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[ Fancy Breakfast & Nicknames]

"SO WILLIAM WOULD YOU LIKE to tell us why you're here?" Erin asked curiously as she stuffed her mouth with popcorn. They had just finished Home Alone and they were just sitting around.

"Uhh WELL I came here to see what happened to Chris after the party since the cops came," William started.

"then I thought 'hey Chris might have been arrested so why don't I check up on him' and then I came here." William said.

"That doesn't explain the movie's and popcorn." Chris said. "Well if you were here then I thought we'd celebrate." William smiled innocently.

"Okay ..." Erin and Chris said in unison. They both laughed. "That doesn't seem so convincing, but alright..." Erin shrugged. It soon got late and William decided it was time for him to leave.

"Bye, Wilhelm!" Erin shouted smiling widely. William rolled his eyes. "Noora has you saying it too?" He laughed.

"Bye, bro." Chris 'bro hugged' William and he left. "Well that was certainly fun." Erin smiled, then laughed. "Your laugh is beautiful." Chris said.

"Oh stop it, Schistad! You're making me blush!" Said Erin sarcastically. Chris laughed. Erin yawned and asked, "Do you have another room for me to stay in?"

"Sorry but it's a ONE bedroom place,"Chris said. "But if you'd like I can sleep on the couch and you could sleep in my room."

"No I wouldn't want you to leave your bed like that. I'll just sleep here." Erin said lying down in the couch, letting the soft fabric engulf her.

"Are you sure?" Erin nodded. "Yeah I'll be fine..." Erin smiled and she struggled to keep her eyes opened. "It's just one night." She yawned again before finally falling asleep.

Chris smiled to himself. He walked over to he sleeping girl. Scooping her up in his arms he took her to his bedroom. He was Chris Schistad, he didn't take no for an answer.

Surprisingly, Erin was pretty light. He guessed she weighed about 120-130 pounds. Carefully he placed her in the bed, covering the girl in his fluffy white sheets.

He pulled off his shirt and pants and lied in the bed making space between him and Erin. Closing his eyes, he wondered how his ex best friend, ended up in his bed.

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A bright light was what woke up Erin. She opened one eye to be met with the harsh sun rays. "Mom, can you shut the blinds please." Erin groaned.

"Mom? Is that my new nickname?" Chuckled a husky voice. Groaning, Erin turned to see Chris.

"Holy crap I forgot I spent the night here." Erin rubbed her eyes. "How long have you been awake?" She asked.

"About 5 minutes." Chris said. "And you've been staring at me sleeping for 5 minutes?" Erin asked. "Yup." "Creep." Muttered Erin.

Chris laughed. "Well what do you want for breakfast?" Erin thought about. "A huge fancy breakfast with pancakes, waffles, and french toast! Then I'll only eat a bite of the pancakes and be on my way..you know like how they are in the movies."

Chris looked at the girl in confusion. Erin erupted in a fit of laughter. "I'm joking! Some eggs and pancakes would be fine." Erin said, after her laughed died down.

Chris laughed and got up from the bed and walked over to her side. "Well if you want that breakfast, you're gonna have to help make it."

Chris scooped up the girl and held her upside down. Erin let out a girly squeal and she blushed, not ever thinking that she could even make that high pitch sound.

"Schistad!" She clutched onto his bare chest. Then was when she realized that Chris was shirtless. Her face turned a deep red once again from embarrassment.

"Don't hold on so tight, you might leave...marks." He smirked. Erin rolled her eyes and huffed. Finally he set her down on the floor and the cold tiles sent goosebumps up her arms.

"Sorry." He smiled innocently, but they both knew he was far from innocent. "Thanks for the ride, but next time I think I'll walk."

Chris laughed and opened the fridge, grabbing the milk, eggs, and the pancake batter that was in a cabinet beside the fridge.

Erin cracked the eggs, poured the milk, and Chris mixed the batter. "You know you're really bad at cracking eggs..." Chris said.

"What? I'm the best at cracking eggs. I am the supreme egg cracker." Smiled Erin. "Then what's this little egg shell?"

Erin panicked. "What? Where?" She rushed over the batter. Once she realized he was kidding she playfully shoved him. "Hey!"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," He laughed. "I couldn't help it!" Erin crinkled her nose when she heard him say that name again. Sweetheart.

"Stop calling me 'sweetheart'." Erin said. Chris frowned. "Why?" He poured a little bit of batter into the pan and watched as it slowly spread into a circle.

"Because I just...it sounds..flirtatious." Erin said. Chris chuckled at her response. "Flirtatious'?" Erin nodded.

"What do you want me to call you then?" Chris flipped the pancake so the other side could cook. "My name; Erin."

"Then can you call me by my name?" Chris smirked and flipped the pancake onto a plate. "I do call you by your name." Erin said.

"'Schistad' does not count. I want to hear you say my name—oh god that sounded dirty." He smirked. "Gross." Erin said and shook her head.

"I'm serious," Chris chuckled. "Say Chris, or Christoffer if you prefer." "Fine." Erin walked up to the stove to help make pancakes.

"Christoffer Schistad, can you lend me the spatula so I may help out with breakfast?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Chris smiled. He handed the cooking utensil and bowed. "Thank you, m'lady."

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EWWW THIS WAS BAD IM SORRY! HAPPY NEW YEAR THOUGH! I HOPE THIS YEAR IS BETTER THAN 2016!