YOU HAVE FOUR MISSED CALLS FROM LOVER 💖 ! 

INCOMING CALL FROM LOVER 💖 !

ANSWER | DECLINE

"Hello?"

"Hey, Chrisss."

"Bambi? Are you drunk?"

"N──nooo. I'm fiiiine."

"You're slurring your words. You're definitely shit-faced."

"Shhh! It's not good to say bad words!"

Rubbing his face, Chris sat up from the bed and pulled his phone away from his ear to check the time. 2:03 AM. Sighing, he spoke again.

"Are you with Diane? Please tell me you're getting drunk inside your apartment and not out in the streets in New York."

"Haha! You're sooooo silly, baby! I'm in Boston!"

"Boston?"

"Yep! Don't worry though! I called your sister and asked if she wanted to grab a drink with me and she had a shitty day too──fuck, I said a bad word!"

Chris was up from his bed, running around his room and trying to find a pair of jeans and a clean shirt. Chris and his girlfriend of three years weren't really on the best terms right now but he'd be damned if anything happened to her.

"Bambi, where are you? I'm coming to get you."

"No, no. You haaaate me."

"I don't hate you."

"Yes you doooo! You have expressive and gorgeous ocean blue eyes, Evans! I──"

"Bambi? Is that Chris?"

"It sure is, Skeet. You wanna talk to him?"

"Chris."

It was his sister talking now. He wouldn't say it out loud but Skeeter was his favorite sister.

"Skeeter, please tell me you've got it under control."

"Define under control."

"Do you need me to come and get you two?"

"Nah. We're crashing over at your place."

"Oh, okay. I'll get the guest bedroom ready. Skeeter, is she. . .is she a okay?"

"Well, she's currently crying hysterically in the back of my car after getting drunk and wrapping up a world tour. So, you tell me, Chris."

"Ahhh. . .just. . .just get here safely."

"See you in fifteen minutes."

"And!"

Chris guessed he was on speaker now since he could still hear Skeeter chuckling mixed with Bambi's yelling.

"I love you, Chris, even if you don't!"

"Bambi, I don't──"

"Haha! Ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard, aye?"

CALL ENDED!

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Chris opened the door to his half-awake girlfriend with his older sister hauling her up. Bambi flashed him a drunk smile and waved lazily before separating herself from Skeeter. She walked inside the threshold with the two hot on her tail.

"How much did she drink?" Chris asked as Bambi took a seat on the piano. She started to play some keys and he could decipher that the notes were definitely out of tune. 

"Enough. She kept drowning shots and I almost had to carry her crying ass out of the bar." Skeeter shoved Bambi's cardigan to his chest and gave him a pointed look, "Whatever is going on between you and your fiancé──"

"I'm not sure if she's──"

"Whatever." Skeeter rolled her eyes, "Fix it. Talk it out. Cook her breakfast. I don't care! You're hurting each other, Chris."

"She's hurting me more than I'm hurting her."

"Why does it matter?!" Skeeter yelled, exasperated. "I don't think you and Bambi are the type to give up on the people you love." Her eyes locked on the blonde giggling on the couch, "She. . .she kept saying sorry and that she still loved you."

Chris' jaw tensed. "I never said I stopped loving her."

Skeeter nodded and threw her hands up as if she had gotten caught by the police. "I didn't say that."

"Oh, you guysss!" Bambi beamed as she walked up to the pair of siblings and threw her arms around them. "It's totally cool, you know? No rules! Am I right or am I right?"

"You're going to bed." Chris said dismissively, pulling her arms off and leading her to their bedroom. Skeeter had gone off to the guest bedroom and called it a night.

Once inside, Chris sat Bambi down on the edge of the bed and laid out her pajamas. He thought it was comical that she insisted on the Captain America themed ones. He stood in front of her with his arms crossed and Bambi blinked up at him expectantly.

Chris raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Turn around. I need to change."

"Bambi, I know your body like the back of my hand."

"Turn."

Sighing, he obliged. From the time they've been together, Chris had experienced Bambi in her many drunken states. When she's a bit tipsy, she'd become quite handsy and flirted with him non-stop. When she's full on drunk, it's a little bit of everything: emotional, sad, giggly, loud, and an impaired sense of judgment. It was a miracle that she had calmed down and followed him into their room with no questions asked.

After she was done changing, Chris had thrown her clothes into the laundry basket. He sat down right by her hip when she had settled on the bed. "Get some sleep."

Bambi hummed, curling towards the pillow. Her words came out muffled so Chris had asked her to repeat them. She turned her head a bit though her eyes remained closed, "Don't wanna keep secrets from you, Chrisss."

"I know."

"I'm sorry."

Leaving a kiss on her forehead, Chris turned off the lights and took the couch for the remainder of the night.