Chris and I have been best friends for the longest time. Every time the other person was needed we were always there. He was my backbone and I was his. Chris was right now at my apartment with ten different options of shirts because he got himself a date for later tonight. With his anxiety, it was always difficult for him to get himself out there without being a complete doof. She is the makeup artist for Captain America: Civil War. She was tall and blonde with green-ish eyes. She was basically a model.
"What do you think of this one?" He asked while holding up the green button up sweater. "No, it makes you look ill," I said while holding up a blue button-up sweater that made him look handsome as ever. "There, try this one." He put it on and then left shortly after. He wasn't gone long before I got bored so I hung up the extra shirts he had brought. I put them in my closet just like he lived here. I then made my bed and went into my small kitchen to make cookies. Once the cookies were done I decided to go back to my room so I could watch Netflix in bed.
It was about midnight when my doorbell rang. I got out of bed to answer it and there I found Chris standing in the cold while holding sad wilted flowers. I let him inside and he immediately took off his shoes and pullover sweater. "What happened?" I asked while taking the flowers from him. "She stood me up," He said while walking over to my bed. He slumped down in the seat and looked at me with his sad blue puppy dog eyes. I couldn't resist so I sat down next him and rubbed his back while he talked about his feelings, which he didn't really do with anyone else but his mom and me.
Eventually, we turned on Netflix and watched Stranger Things 3. He sat with me and we laughed and talked about the show. My plan to try and get his mind off his date was working. He had the most perfect smile. It was contagious.
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It got so late that I was starting to fall asleep at the thought of breathing. I leaned on Chris and he wrapped his arm around me. I laid my head on his chest. His heartbeat sounded so nice and calming while watching such an intense show. He then turned off the show and turned off the lamp next to my bed, which was on his side. I looked up at him and he smiled while covering us up with my blanket.
This wasn't the first time that he spent the night, in a platonic sort of way, of course. He was always spending the night here if I wasn't spending the night at his place. His house was closer to his trailer at the set of the movie he was on now. Every time I spend the night at his house it would be after I visit him on set. Which wasn't often.
I turned over in bed and now my back was facing him and he had his arm around my waist. We slept peacefully the whole night. I woke up around 9 am so that I could make breakfast for the two of us and my puppy. I put the dog bowl full of food on the floor and then started to make pancakes for Chris and me. I was whisking the bowl of ingredients when he walked in to get a glass of water.
"How did you sleep?" He asked while pouring the water into the glass. I nodded and continued to whisk. Like I mentioned before, my kitchen is small. The fridge was right behind me and I was working at the counter right next to the sink. The only way for Chris to put his glass in the sink was to either wait for me or to move past me and try and get it in the sink without breaking my nice glass.
