Different Thoughts [ WEEKLYCHRIS | CHRIS COLLINS ]

Chap 19.

[ Anna's POV ]

I roll my eyes at him, although he can't see me. He knows I can't stay mad at him when he's being sweet.

"I'm sorry sorry sorryyy," he drags out the words and rubs circles on my back with his thumb.

"Motherfucker..." I whisper and get out of his grip. "I'm still mad at you though. Just go unpack and if you can offer me an explanation, I'm happy to listen." I scoff, turning around to walk up the stairs and this time, I don't get an answer from him.

[ Chris' POV ]

Shit, shit, shit. I was going to get her drunk tonight, get in her pants and then going to ask her about her grandfather's secret hideout, but why does she have to be so damn bitchy all the time? Always on top of my shit. I groan and search for my phone to text Ryan. He immediately texts back.

'I told you that she's sensitive. Take it easy bro.'

Take it easy. I scoff and roll my eyes. She will open up to me, right? I just have to wait a little longer.

I walk up the stairs with Jessica's words in the back of my mind. She may be right, but I'm not going to act on my feelings. If I even have any.

I stand in front of Anna's room and I have to keep reminding myself to take it easy, otherwise I'll go in there and scare the hell out of her. And then she'll never tell me. If she even knows about their family secret. Jack keeps telling me that she's the one who can tell me about the secret, but to be honest, Anna seems like a stupid girl who has her head too far up her ass.

I don't like her, I don't.

I sigh and knock on her door. "Babe? Can I come in?" I ask with the sweetest voice I can muster.

"Are you ready to give me an explanation?" I hear her yelling back. There isn't really an explanation why I didn't show up today, I just wasn't feeling like facing her. We're living under the same roof for God's sake.

"I got caught up with all the work I had to do," I say and lean my head against the door. "I'm sorry, alright? I won't forget you again."

"It's alright, I'm not that angry. It just kinda hurts my feelings, you know," Anna says, while opening her door. Finally.

"Let's get some ice cream? I will make it up to you," I say and grin, trying to change the subject.

"It's really late, I don't know...," she trails off and looks at the ground. 

"Come on, don't be so  boring for once. What was it what you were saying the other day? You wanted to get out of your comfort zone? I'll keep you safe, please come with me?" I lift her chin with my thumb and smile. A real smile.

No, no smiling. I don't like being around her. I despise it. I despise her. Right? Fuck, Jessica's words are still messing with my head.

"Alright then," Anna chuckles and looks at the ground. I give myself a mental high five and sigh out of relief. Maybe Jack's plan is working after all.

[ Anna's POV ]

I gave in. Like always. Jane told me that I had to keep myself together, show no emotion, she said. Be hard and tell him how I feel. But it's easier said than done, especially when your boyfriend is as cute as mine. I groan and text dad, saying I'll probably be out when he comes home with Jasmine.

I shake my head. The thoughts still seems surreal. Living in a house with Chris, his sister and his mom.
"Watcha thinking about?" Chris asks as we walk out of the house.
The sun is slowly setting, given the fact it's already half past nine. It leaves a beautiful red glow on the houses in the street as we walk on the pavement, towards the ice cream shop nearby.

"Hm?" Chris nudges me when I don't answer him. "Still a little mad?" He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers, which makes my heart flutter. Jason never used to this. Wait, why am I thinking about him again? I have to stop comparing Chris to Jason every time he does something. I shake my head and start rocking our hands, trying to come up with an answer. Anything but the fact that I was thinking about Jason. Again.

"Nothing serious, just... mom and all that," I answer vaguely. I see Chris nodding from the corner of my eye. "How is she?"

"Still angry," I chuckle without humor. "I can't believe my dad just threw her out the house like that."
"Hey, I'm sorry," Chris says, "this is practically my fault, since it's because of my mom."
"Not your fault," I whisper and stare ahead of me. Neither one of us saying anything.

"Can't she go to your grandparents?" Chris asks. My grandparents don't live in The USA, they're always moving around, seeing more of the world, as they always tell me in the cards they sometimes send. 

"My mom doesn't talk about them that much. They're in Europe now, I think," I sigh a little. "They moved to Brazil when she was expecting me. She was really close with her dad, my granddad, so it kinda tore her apart."

Chris looks at me with pity in his eyes, a look that I hate. "Understandable. I don't see mine that often, but they're great people."

[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ]

Nothing too exciting, just a filler chapter. BUT MY INSPIRATION GOT SUCKED OUT OF ME IDK WHAT TO WRITE.

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