I sit there in shock, before I kiss him back. I sit on his lap and before I know it, he stops.

"I know it's been three months, but I've been loving you since day two. But you probably won't remember this tomorrow-" I kiss him softly.

"Hey, guess what? I wasn't drunk. I was a little tipsy, I admit, but when you shocked me, I knew what I was doing." He looks at me.

"So when you kissed me back?" He asks.

"I did it on my own free God-given will." I smile, and get up. I walk to my bedroom and close the door, before changing into my pajamas and falling asleep.

*Next Day*

I walk out into the living room, without bothering to change or do anything, and yawn before I notice Chris asleep on the couch.

I walk over to him, and shake him.

"Chris." He groans. "Chris, wake up." He opens his eyes a little bit.

"Mac?" He asks. I nod. He smiles, and turns over and falls right back asleep. I sigh and shake my head and get up to fix breakfast.

I put bacon on first and grab the pancake mix and fix us some pancakes. He groans, and I can tell he finally woke up.

"Hmm, pancakes?" I nod. He scares me by wrapping his arms around my waist, and lays his head on my shoulder.

I get ready to flip the pancakes, when my phone rings in my bedroom. I tear out of Chris's grip, and rush into my bedroom, landing on my bed before answering.

"This is McKenzie Alister, can I help you?" I ask, as calmly as I could.

"Baby, its Kraya." My sister.

"Kray, what's going on? Why are you calling me?" She sighs. I unplug my phone and start packing, knowing that it might be life threatening.

"It's Dad. He's... Not doing so well." I stop.

"H-hang on." I put the phone down and start crying. Chris comes in and looks at me. I grab my phone.

"Sis?" She says.

"I-I'm here. When did this happen?" I ask.

"Yesterday. Doctor says he has maybe a month or two left." I cry harder. Chris comes closer, and wraps me in a hug.

"When...... When do you want me there?" I ask, shaking.

"Today if possible." I get the hospital information, and end the call.

"Mac, I can-" I shake my head and get out of his arms and start packing my two dresses for the music awards and my dress for the premiere and some other clothes.

"Chris. This... This is my fight. I have to be there. Your job is to stay here. Guard the house." Chris laughs.

"You are not going alone." He argues. I look at him.

*Chris' POV*

She looks at me, and she has tears in her eyes that are threatening to fall.

"My dad is in the hospital. This is not the time for you to meet anyone."

"If he is going to die-" Her tears fall. I knew I said the wrong thing.

"Chris." I hug her tightly and kiss the top of her head. "Chris, I can't drag you into this." She lets herself out of the hug and continues to pack. I sigh, and walk out, before cleaning up the breakfast. She stops before opening the door. She comes up to me, and hugs me.

"What's this for?" I ask, hugging her back.

"For being here. I wouldn't have held on if it weren't for you." I instantly know what she means.

A beautiful girl like her thought about suicide. What kind of life did she live?

She sniffs and lets me go, and I let her go.

She grabs her suitcase and walks out. I sit alone in the apartment, and run my hand through my hair. I look and make sure she is gone, and grab a pillow and blanket and go to sleep in her room.

*McKenzie's POV*

I sat in my truck and held my head in my hands. My phone rings.

"Kenz?" My sister asks when I answer.

"I'm coming." I whisper.

"Dad said that he saw a story with you and Mr. Evans. Mom said he was with you when she chewed you out. Because we both know that's what happened. He wants to meet him." I gasp.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Daddy?.... Yes, he's sure. Take your time." I hang up and go back up to my apartment. I open it, and look for Chris in his room, and find him missing. I go to my room, and find him asleep on my bed.

I walk over to him and shake him. He stirs and I laugh.

"Chris!" I yell, and he rolls off the bed and lands with a thud on the floor.

"Kenzie, what are you doing here?" He gets up and runs a hand through my hair.

"Hurry up and pack." His face lights up.

"You rethought it?" He asks. I shake my head.

"Dad wants to meet you. Put a shirt on and go pack for a couple months." I smack his chest and he laughs and leaves, leaving me to wonder why Dad would have wanted to meet Chris.

A couple minutes pass, and Chris comes out with a suitcase, his backpack, and his keys.

"Ready?" I ask, and he nods. We get out, and he throws his suitcase and backpack in the back behind him and hops into the passenger's seat. We drive about twenty five minutes to New York City, when he looked at me.

"So what do I say when everybody asks what my relationship with you is?" I think.

"Why do you ask?" I look at him for a split second before returning my attention to the road.

"Well, we're roommates, good friends, we have kissed.... I just don't know what to say." He says, and he sighs

"Well. Do you want to be friend zoned or what do you want?" He gives me a look.

"So you're saying that we lie to your parents and say we're together." I shrug.

"It's not lying if it's technically true." I say, and he smirks.

"Really?" I nod.

"We show up together, we are sharing an apartment..." He nods and stays silent, and I sigh.

If only we were dating.

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AN;

So, I know I haven't posted anything since I think Wednesday or Thursday.... But, since school is a pain my side, and chores and all that, I decided to update at least once on Saturday and Sunday. So, two chapters every week.

Pretty cool, eh? No? Welp.

Anyway. Have a good day!

-AFreak-