Lights, Cameras, Action! [Chris McLean x Female Reader][Completed✔]

Chapter 12: Couples Therapy

I don't think I'll ever do a different POV again. That's shits hard man. And stupid. Or, at least the way I did it is. Idk. I can't tell the future. We'll see...

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I woke up to the sun blaring through my window and right into my eyes. Perfect. I rolled around, noticing something was off. There was something really soft underneath me. I shot my head up almost immediately. I noticed I wasn't in my stinky old cabin. I was in a luxurious, extra padded King size bed.

I layed my head back down, absorbing the comfort as if it were going to disappear at any moment. While I was in my world of luxurious comfort, there was a faint, yet slightly rough knock at the door. I groaned as I slowly rolled out of bed and walked over to my door.

I slowly opened my door, revealing an impatient Cody. When my groggy sleep vision adjusted properly, I noticed him blushing. "What?" I groaned, maybe a bit too harsh as well. "I just came to tell you break was ready. So, uh, if you wanna get ready and come down," he says almost to fast for me to catch, pointing at my outfit. I looked down to see myself in a T-shirt and some underwear. I quickly yelled and ok and slammed the door shut. I quickly ran into the bathroom, locking the door. That was embarrassing. I began to strip and hopped into the shower.

About twenty minutes into my shower, I heard my bedroom door open and close. I turned the water off and wrapped a towel around my body. I grabbed the closest thing I could to me, which indeed was a hair dryer. I slowly opened the bathroom door and began walking into my room. Before I could take three steps, I saw a person to my right and I just and got ready to throw the hair dryer, but when I got a clear shot of his face, I froze. Why was Chris here?

"Woah woah woah! Hold it (y/n)! It's just me! Chris! No need for World War 3, ok?" I lowered the hairdryer to my side, sighing in relief. I looked back up at Chris, only to see him covering his eyes, then I remembered that I was still in my towel. I immediately jumped on my bed, hiding every part of my body but my head with my oversized comforter.

"I'm so-sorry! I didn't know you were taking a shower!" Chris spat out, looking completely oblivious.

"No! It's ok. I didn't exactly leave a note on my door saying I was showering. Besides, I didn't even lock it. So, don't apologize. It's my fault," I yelled waving my hands in all types of directions. Chris let out a huge sigh as if what I said relieved him of some stress. "Well, I'll let you get dressed. LeShawna fell sick and wanted me to give you something. I'm not really sure what it is, but she said she wants you to wear it," Chris lifted the red bag that was in his hand. "But, that's all. When your ready, just come down for breakfast and we'll be making our way back to the camp." I simply nodded my head and Chris began to walk out, but right before he reached for the door handle, he spun around in his heels.

"Listen (y/n). It may be none of my business, but what happened yesterday...really hurt me and a lot of other people. You portray a character of strength and sarcasm. You're a bad ass and a smart ass," he let out a light chuckle, gradually rubbing the back of his neck. "But, the you yesterday, in the infirmary and during dinner, you looked like anyone could come and tear down your walls. I mean, it looked like they already had. I know me being all squishy and soft may concern you, but don't call the nurse in just yet." He chuckled again, making me chuckle, as tears welled in my eyes.

"I dont understand exactly what's going on, but if your heart broken, you can alwa-" Chris was soon interrupted by my loud laughter.

"Wait wait wait hold up. You-you think I'm heart broken? No. Hold on. Back track that. You think me and Justin were dating?" I sufficed my laughter, for the mere mention of his name brings me to a foul mood.

Chris lightly bobbed his head up and down. My jaw must have dropped a million miles. "Chris. Hold on. Let's be serious. Justin? That self centered asshole? Nah. Justin and I.... It's complicated. I can, however, tell you we aren't dating, never have, and never will. And no we aren't fuck buddies or anything like that." I let out a small smile, hoping he wouldn't interigate me any further.

Chris let out a huge grin. "That's a relief. I thought we were going to have to deal with you crying again. Well, get dressed and come down for breakfast. Everyone's waiting." With that, Chris left my room.

I got up and locked the door, making sure not to get anymore Intruders. I slipped on a pair of shorts and a fresh T-shirt and headed over to my nightstand. I grabbed my recorder.

"Dear Diary #6.... I'm never letting go of that man." I ended the note there and packed all my things, which wasn't much. I then opened the bag LeShawna gave me and saw a bracelet made from some thick yarn. I placed it around my wrist and walked down to breakfast, a smile plastered on my face.

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Oof! Please forgive me for being two days late to update. I got writer's block in the middle and then things happened to me (nothing bad, just stressful) and I just couldn't even. But here is the update. I am so sorry.

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