"You can't tell me that you don't think about me."
Chris beck was not a beggar. He never begged for anything, he always asked, and if he didn't receive, he'd find another way. It's that easy.
But in this case, begging was the only thing he knew how to do. It'd been two weeks since he got back, and the shocking reality that he didn't have his girl to come back to was tearing him down.
Originally, he'd gone with Martinez, but as soon as they'd reached the club, Chris was off.
He needed a drink.
So here we are.
"I love you. I love you, and-and you love me too."
"Chris, I have a boyfriend now. You can't keep calling me up now that you're back."
"But I'm supposed to be the only one. Me! Not him. Not whatever scumbag you're dating."
"Chris. Just because he's not you doesn't mean he doesn't make me happy." You sighed when he sniffed, already knowing that he was drunk, and missing you.
"Well, then I'm not trying to ruin that. You just needed to know that I-I'm your only one."
"Okay."
"Bye." Chris hiccuped.
He would regret this in the morning.
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