Different Thoughts [ WEEKLYCHRIS | CHRIS COLLINS ]

Chap 6.

[ Anna's POV ]

I feel Chris staring at me, anticipating. What am I supposed to say? I don't like old houses or architecture, hell this isn't even an old house, it's an abandoned ruin. If I say something, I'm going to look stupid, but if I don't say something, he will think I hate it. Which I do, actually, but I just confessed to liking him. As friends of course.

"It's beautiful," I speak up after a long time of silence and turn my head to look at him. I hope the inside will looks better than the outside. "You think so?" he looks at the old building and then back to me.  

"When did you even find this building?" I ask. I'm actually so stupid. I let a guy, I don't even know, take me home when I was drunk and now I let him convince me to ditch classes and take me to places I've never been before. 

Chris scratches his neck. "Close your mouth sweetheart, something might just fly in it," he chuckles as he closes my mouth, I didn't even know it was open, with his hand and puts his arm around me. I narrow jokingly my eyes at him, while I ignore the burning feeling of his hand on my bare arm. "I needed to get away from my mom and then I just started walking around," Chris opens the car door and takes the food and drinks from the passenger seat.

"You were taking a walk and you decided to go to a forest, in a place you don't know, all by yourself?" I ask with raised eyebrows, not believing him. 

"Yeah. Well, let's go inside then. There's a place in there that I wanna show you."

I look at him and from his laugh, I assume I have a horrified expression on my face, "What the hell? In that old, broken building? What if the roof comes down while we're in there?"

"Well, I'll save you if we're in danger, alright?" he says and I feel my cheeks getting warm. Why am I being so weird? It's not like I like him. Friends. Friends. Friends.

"Let's go inside then," I sigh before he grabs my hand and leads me inside.

The inside is the complete opposite of what I pictured it to be. There's broken glass shattered over the floor and a filthy couch fills the rest of the room, along with a few broken tables. The walls are a dirty brown and it looks like no living human has been here for the past two years.

"Who used to live here?" I ask Chris, but roll my eyes at my stupidity. How would he know? He's not from here. I let my eyes explore the space and scrunch my nose, trying to spot where the gross smell is coming from. What if this is a crime scene and there's a dead body lying around somewhere?

"I don't know, you've never been here before?" he asks while we walk through the old building.

"Nope, I don't like the forest. It's too dark for my liking," I shiver. I've never been a fan of the dark, not able to see anything terrifies me. Jane continues telling me to get out of my comfort zone, but I'm taking it one step at a time. And walking around in the dark is the last thing on that list.

"I'm sure we'll come here more often when you see the beautiful view from up here, come on," Chris pulls me by my hand again and I spot a staircase. We? We will come here more often? I look at him, are we seriously going to walk on that broken thing? No, bye.

"You sure that's steady enough? I don't want my leg broken," I ask nervously, looking at the stairs. I'm not that much of an adrenaline addict and even though I keep telling myself that I would get out of my comfort zone, breaking my leg is not worth the thrill I might get.

"Please, live a little," Chris chuckles and pulls me on the stairs. We slowly walk up and I can hear it creak.

"I swear to God, if there are any rats or whatever gross animals here, I will kill you..." I trail off and look up from my shoes. We've reached the end of the stairs and my mouth falls open, again. We're standing on something that looks like a balcony, which overlooks the forest and a huge lake. "Wow," I say in shock. This is not what I thought he would take me to.

"It's stunning, isn't it?" Chris asks, smiling brightly. "Almost as stunning as you," the smug grin appears on his face.

"Uhm," I blush, fumbling with my phone. "Thanks." I look down. Jason used to compliment me all the time, but after our breakup, boys were too afraid to even look in my direction. Jason has quite the reputation. No. Jason isn't allowed in my thoughts right now. I need to focus on moving on since he clearly has. With that stupid brown haired girl. 

Chris clears his throat to break the silence. "Well, let's eat shall we?"

[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ]

This chapter is dedicated to the awesome unicorn @loesepoes_ and the nice @ilsee-xxx

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