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"Okay-" He grinned, pulling the trigger. The bullet shot out from the gun, flying towards the can he had aimed for. It zeroed on it but missed by an inch or two. "Fuck," Chris mumbled. "Pretty good, you just need more practice. Try closing an eye when you aim." You explained as he listened attentively.
Chris got back into position, shutting an eye and focusing on the thin can. "Breathe." You spoke from behind him. He took a deep breath, pressing on the trigger as he let out the air. It went soaring through the yard and knocked over the Sprite can.
"Yes! Second try." He pumped his fist in the air. "Good job, now move farther back." You motioned with your hands. He did as you instructed.
Hours past and the two of you were still outside shooting cans. You had run out of them earlier so Chris had gone to the corner store to buy three cases.
"Chris try fifty feet away." You said measuring the line where he'd be standing. "Okay." He chuckled as he jogged to the standing point. "If you get this- you're my hero." You excitedly smiled. "We will have to see." He chuckled, getting into position and aiming towards the Dr.Pepper can. "Breathe." You rubbed his shoulders from behind.
He sucked in a breath and shot at it. It was like in slow motion, it hit the can and the liquid exploded by the impact. "Holy fuck!" You jumped in the air, Chris gave you a big bear hug, lifting you off the ground by a hefty height.
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"Wooo good job Chris!" Sebastian cheered from behind. "Seb! Aha, hey! I shot it!" He pointed at it like a kid would do showing something he was proud of to his parents. "I saw!" He laughed at Chris's excitement. He held a script in his hand and a coffee in the other. "You know, it's actually getting pretty late." You looked at the sky and it was indeed darker than when you started. "Damn," You bit your bottom lip.
Sebastian helped the two of you pick up, throwing away the cans in the recycling bin. Chris and yourself collected the bullets from the ground. If a lawnmower drove over bullet shells, that wouldn't be pretty.
You worked quickly as a trio. "Chris is learning how to shoot a gun, hm." Sebastian mumbled to himself.
You all went inside and cooked dinner.
(SPAN OF MONTHS)
Living with the boys had changed you. You were more 'inspired', as your father described. Your father called you every day, telling you what happened in his days. You doing Vise-Versa.
Before you couldn't watch a game of Football without yawning or complaining; Now, you were the last one up to cheer on the Patriots. Also, you played a little at Chris's family events. Which he had brought you to a few times now.
Before you didn't like reading as much, but Sebastian introduced you to the world of literature. In your room, you have tons of book filling your Ikea shelves. The two of you could spend hours talking about novels that you both had read, comparing the stories and rating them on a scale of one to ten.
Before, you did like working out, not as much as now though. Now, you train with the boys on both of your sides, every morning. Sebastian has a gym in the basement. But you all went on jogs too, around seven in the morning. You, now being the leader.
The three musketeers, (Y/N), Sebastian and Chris. You had met Sebastian's parents at Thanksgiving.
You had flown quite a few times back home to check on the club and your family. It had been about nine months that you had officially moved in.
Chris was your anchor. Over the time you had spent with him, he'd always help you calm down when you were in a heated argument with some bozo's that threatened you or pushed your buttons.
He also stopped you from doing bad decisions multiple times. When you were sad, he'd bring you ice cream and binge watch Breaking Bad with you.
He would also bring you to Sephora, listening to you babble about makeup and cosmetics for hours. You two had taken a trip to Mexico, for summer break; You were still pretty young and loved to party and so did he.
The both of you also went to Disney multiple times. You were surprised on how the paparazzi did not post about the two of you being together all the time. Chris had talked to you about that, but it never happened.
When your old bouncer, Wolfie had taken an overdose and passed away, Chris was there to comfort you. Washing away the bad with cuddles and anime.
You were a lot to handle, young 26-year-old, leading an underground business, Hush-Hush. The boys both loved you even though you were involved with the wrong crowd.
Sebastian was your sun and moon. He took on a responsible role, along without knowing it. He protected you in any argument, justifying your point.
He believed in you plenty. When you spoke his attention was completely on you.
You had great times with Seb.
He was more of a 'sexy' affectionate than Chris. He would slap your ass and laugh when you'd hit him.
He'd also annoy you by picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. He'd tease you when you would be pissed or mad. He was just a cocky beautiful bastard.
The two of you had an artistic bond. He was really into reading and writing, you liked painting and drawing. He'd text-spam memes when you were in an important meeting. You'd hear the continuous 'ding' noise from your phone.
You did the same when he was at an audition, he'd come home red as a tomato and wrestle you to the floor. You had a playful relationship with him. You once fell asleep on him and woke up the next morning in his bed, him without a shirt. What a sight...
"Boys-" You spoke entering the front door, purse in hand along with a water bottle in the other. "What the fuck!" You shouted, dropping your things on the ground. The scene before you made your heart thump in your throat and the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Drops of sweat were already forming on your forehead.
"(Y/N)!" Chris shouted getting up to his feet. "I- I, this isn't what it looks like?" Chris smiled, trying to convince you but it did not work. You immediately turned around and slammed the door making sure no one would have to see this.
There was Hayley Atwell, lying on the floor with blood surrounding her. "You killed the fucking chick?!!" You shouted, Sebastian, coming to your side. "She walked in here and pulled a gun on me," Chris explained, pointing the body with the frying pan he had in his hand. "Is she alive?" You asked in disbelief.
"Uh, I'm not sure," Sebastian said, eyebrows shooting into his hairline. "I'll check," You mumbled, squatting next to her, placing an ear on her chest.
The boys watched you do so, examining your every move.
