publicity ↠ chris evans

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It's been a few days, and we're back in California. I haven't seen Chris at all for two days, but Abrielle called us in for a meeting. My parents seemed to like Chris, making me glad. They never really liked any guy I've ever brought over, but to be quite honest, none of them were a Chris.

Being with him, makes me feel a certain way. I'm comfortable around him, when I'm not nearly comfortable near anyone. I feel like him and I have a bond, making me feel different with him than anyone before.

I park my car in the parking lot, seeing Chris sitting in his car next to mine. I step out of my car, as does Chris. "Hey, Chris." I smile over at him, him and I begin walking towards the building.

"Hey, V." He greets.

"What do you think this meeting is for?" I ask him, as we walk inside.

"I don't know, hope it's nothing bad." He says. I agree, she sounded urgent on the phone, leaving me confused and wondering what it's about.

"Yeah, me, too."

We walk into her office, I greet her assistant on my way in. Chris and I take a seat, looking at Abrielle and Andrew.

"Hey, guys." Abrielle says, looking over at me.

"What's this meeting about?" I ask, crossing my legs as I lean back in my seat.

"So..." Andrew speaks up.

I pour all my attention on him, "I was thinking, you guys go on a few more dates. And in two weeks you guys break up, but it should be a bad break up. Your fans wouldn't choose a side and you'll maybe gain more." He says.

I give him a look, getting annoyed. "Break up? It hasn't even been long enough, yet." I cross my arms, anger rushing through me. I rolled my eyes.

"It'll be great, we can plan out the break up-" Chris cuts Andrew off.

"Our fans would be devastated. They love us together, they have made posters and wrote letters towards us. They wouldn't just not choose a side, they would be upset. I don't like making people sad. If we were to have a break up, it would be on good terms."

"So, you do want to break up?" I quirk an eyebrow, turning over to him.

"No, not what I'm saying." He says, sighing.

"Then what?" I ask.

"I don't want to date for publicity." He states.

"Oh." I say sadly, my heart felt like it fell into my stomach.

"No, not like that." Chris sighs again. "I mean, we're lying to people. Our fans, our families, our friends! And, I didn't think anything of it at the time, that's why I agreed to it. But," He turns all of his attention towards me.

"I gave it a lot of thought, and I like you. Not faking it, I genuinely have feelings for you. It started when you came to Boston with me. My family even likes you, I was just thinking about it." He begins to ramble on. A smile forms on my lips.

"Okay, you guys should go talk this out. We'll talk tomorrow." Abrielle says, smiling widely. I roll my eyes at her. I stand up, walking out of the office, Chris following behind. We walk over to his car in silence.

I step into the parking lot, standing next to me car, Chris does as well. He looks down at me and sighs loudly. He turns his head, making me grab his face and attach his lips with mine.

"Chris.." I pull my lips from his. "I feel the same way. I like spending time with you, I like being with you. And, I want to be with you, not for more fame, because I don't care about that. I told you that in the beginning of this, I don't care if I lose fans or gain some by dating someone. But, I do care who I'm with, and you're the one I want to be with." I say, taking a deep breath.

"Is that why you kissed me?" He asks.

I nod, he smiles. "I want this to work." He says. "I don't want to fake this. I want to be genuine with you. I want to be with you, no one else. I think you are the woman for me, and my mom likes you, that's a big sign. I'm rambling, and I don't know what I'm saying, but I do know that I want you." He speaks, my eyes looking into his as each word he speaks falls out of his lips, smoothly.

He grabs my waist, kissing me again. I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him closer to me.

"Wanna come over?" I ask him, breaking away from the kiss.

He eagerly nods, walking over to his car and stepping in it. I open my car door, climbing into my car.