Different Thoughts [ WEEKLYCHRIS | CHRIS COLLINS ]

Chap 8.

[ Anna's POV ]

"I just... Am I not being clear enough? I like you. I want you," Chris confesses and stares at me.

I scrunch my nose, not knowing what to say or think. He wants me... as in, romantically? Who knows? Guys are so confusing. My head starts spinning and I feel like I'm going to suffocate if he doesn't open a window. 

"Is that what you want?" I look out the window and let out a shaky breath. My crying has finally stopped, thank God. 

Chris pulls up at a tall building and stops the car. He slowly shakes his head and sighs. "We're already close friends, I don't wanna screw it up by making this official, you know."

"It already feels like it is official," I say, looking at his lips, then back to his green eyes. What am I doing? I promised myself I wouldn't let a guy confuse me and here I am. Ten P.M. and having messy conversations with a guy in his car. I just got my life together and I don't want someone, I barely know, screw that up. No matter how cute he is. "You don't think so?" I raise my eyebrows. Why am I saying words I don't want to say? What is wrong with me? I don't want to push this relationship on him, but I need clarification. 

"I can't think straight right now, cause you're really distracting me with these lips," Chris whispers and leans towards me, brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. And the next thing I know, we're in Chris' car, fiercely making out. 

I climb over the car seat, sitting on top of him, while his hands creep up my shirt. I can't think straight as I hungrily push my lips against his. More. I want more. 

"Does this mean you're finally gonna stop calling me your 'friend' now?" Chris whispers and smiles playfully, looking in my eyes.

"Shut up," I grin and reconnect our lips.

[ Chris' POV ]

When we step inside the elevator, I look at Anna to figure out what she's thinking. "Do you want to spend the next days at my house?" 

"I don't know what I wanna do," she responds, "but I don't think I have a choice though. I don't want to confront my parents, I just wanna sleep."

"You can stay with me for as long as you want," I put my hand on her back and softly rub my thumb on her back to comfort her. This feels so unlike me. "But let's go inside, my mom's probably wondering where the hell I am." Probably not, she didn't even look up from her papers when I left.

I walk through the hall and unlock the door to our penthouse. My mom is sitting on the couch, with a laptop on her lap, the usual. She looks up and smiles. "What's your friend doing here this late?"

I look at Anna, who looks back with a nervous smile. Is she still a friend? Or are we official now? I guess after our makeout session in the car, she accepted my non-official 'will you be my girlfriend'-question. I'm finally one step closer to her family's secret after those dreadful weeks. Not gonna lie, I enjoy her presence, but 'the boyfriend life' is not for me. 

"She's my girlfriend and she's staying here for a while now," I say while taking Anna's hand in mine. 

Mom looks up and bumps up one eyebrow. "Thanks for letting me know that there's a guest staying in our house?" she half asks , half says, "Well I guess you can show her the guestroom, but it's not like she'll be staying there." She looks back at her laptop screen and lets out a laugh.

"Well, I'll show you my room then," I take the bag from Anna and chuckle as she blushes.

[ Anna's POV ]

After Chris shows me the different rooms in the penthouse, I throw my bag on the floor and fall back on his bed. He's making me something to eat, while I should take a shower, his mom said. She's such a sweetheart. I grab my undies and an old shirt from Chris, who said I could wear it.

The thought of mom makes me want to cry again. I open the door to the bathroom and undress myself. I look at the reflection of me. Geez, I look like crap with bloodshot and puffy eyes from all the crying, I wonder how Chris still wanted to kiss me.

Chris. I instantly start smiling as I think about him. 

With him still in my thoughts, I step in the shower and try to ignore the nagging questions in my head about dad and mom's divorce.

[ Chris' POV ]

I'm downstairs in the kitchen, making Anna something to eat, when mom enters the kitchen. "So, who is this girl you've taken home this time?" she asks me with a voice laced with curiosity.

I can't tell her the whole truth about my plans with Anna, she was so disappointed the last time I did something like this and I promised I wouldn't do it again, but here I am. "Anna, we have some classes together, she's nice," I shrug, "but anyway, her parents are getting a divorce or something like that and she doesn't want to stay at her house, of course. It will make her even more upset." 

Mom is in awe and pouts playfully. "You do care about this girl, huh? She's different than the rest?"

"She is," I say, grabbing the plate out of the microwave, "we have a special connection." I turn around and roll my eyes. Special connection, pfsh I wish. 

Mom smiles and hugs me. "Well, I hope you make each other happy. I won't be home tomorrow, so take good care of her, okay?" I cringe at her hug, but don't push her away like I used to.

"I will," I say. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight honey," she smiles and walks away.

[ Anna's POV ]

I lie wide awake in Chris' California king bed. Chris is lying on the couch, sleeping peacefully. I sigh and turn around again, staring at the wall. The clock reads 1 A.M., ugh. I stare at the lamp hanging from the ceiling. This was such a stupid idea, we just got together and now I'm ruining it all with sleeping at his house. His mom won't even be home tomorrow and I have no idea what he'll do. I have to get out of here before he wakes up. What was I even thinking when he came to pick me up? I step out of Chris' bed and tiptoe to the couch, to make sure he's still sleeping. I put on the shorts I brought and pull my jacket over Chris' shirt.

I look at Chris one more time, before grabbing my bag and I prepare to sneak out of the room. I have my hand on the doorknob, when I hear a groggy voice behind me. "Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" Shit.

[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ]

 WHY THE HECK IS THIS STORY PG-13 THEY DOn't even fuck or something like that geez. wattpad get ur shit together