Chris Evans Imagines

Part 1: Friends Don't

Author's Note: There's a second part, it's called "Trying On Rings". It's a couple of chapters after this one.

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"Y/N, hold up," I stopped in my tracks and turned around to see Chris walking towards me, a smile growing wider with each step he took.

"Hey, Chris," my smile matched his. "What's up?"

"I just felt like saying hi." His blue eyes somehow managed to sparkle bright at night, putting the stars in the night sky to shame. "Hi," he said softly.

"Hi," I said back still holding his gaze with mine.

"Umm, hello to you too, Chris," Scarlett said, chuckling.

"Hey Scarlett." His eyes still hadn't left mine. "What are you guys up to?"

"I have to get home to my baby girl. She's having a slumber party tonight for her birthday..."

I don't know what else Scarlett said. She was rambling on about her daughter's party. As much as I love my goddaughter, looking into Chris blue eyes were far more interesting. I couldn't help it. They were so mesmerizing. They consumed me.

"Clearly you guys didn't hear a word I said, so I'm gonna go," Scarlett turned on her heel and left us alone in the middle of the parking lot.

"Got any plans tonight?" I asked.

He nodded his head. "Tom Holland's bachelor party is tonight."

"Geez, it seems like just yesterday he was just a kid. I can't believe he's getting married now."

"I'm lowkey scared to find out what's in store tonight" he chuckled. "What about you? Any plans?"

"Nope. Although I might crash a 6 year's old slumber party. I heard her mother converted her basement into a killer wine cellar," I joked.

"I could skip the bachelor party and we can do something together," he immediately offered.

"No," I immediately protested despite wanting to hang out with him. "Tom needs you and he'd probably kill me for making you miss his party."

He chuckled. "You might be right," he slid his hand in his front dark jean pocket and pulled out his car keys. He began to swing them around his finger, playing with them. Stalling.

I looked back into his eyes. We stood there for minutes, without saying a word. Not that we needed to. It was a nice, comfortable silence. A breeze hit my arms and caused me to shiver.

"Here," Chris began to take off his black leather jacket.

"I shouldn't."

"It's fine," he said as he held it up. I slid in my arms and wrapped it around myself.

Chris hands rested on my shoulders and took a step towards me. "It looks good on you."

"Thanks," I whispered, pretending his gentle touch wasn't burning through the fabric of his jacket and giving my heart a warm, fuzzy feeling.

"Come on. Let me walk you to your car," he led the way.

He leaned in for a hug and promised he would call me tomorrow. I told him to please be safe before he drove off to meet the guys at the first bar for Tom's bachelor party.

As I sat in the driver's seat, I wrapped myself in Chris' jacket again. I pulled in the collar and the smell of the cologne I got him for his previous birthday met my nose. My lips slowly smiled knowing he uses the Dolce & Gabbana bottle I got him.