🎱. . .CHAPTER 32 ! -----
( real life . . . )
❛ you're sorry? ❜

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          Abel slowly pulls into the driveway of the sturniolo's home, shifting his car into park. it's almost one am, and the three of them are tired after such a long and awkward car ride that was possibly one of the worst experiences mikayla's ever had. she definitely did not have on her bucket list to be stuck in a car with her fake ex boyfriend and the boy she's currently spending a lot of time with.

          abel yawns, covering his mouth and his puffy eyes glance over at mikayla. he's drained from driving for so long and also fighting to the urge to complain about the fact that chris sturniolo, the guy who hates him, was in the back of his car.

          but chris knows that once he exits that car, they'll be left alone and he's trying to prevent that from happening as much as he can until he gets his girl back. chris chews on his bottom lip as he thinks of some sort of scenario that won't end with abel driving mikayla home.

          it's as if a bulb appears above chris' head with the way his face lights up after an idea pops in his head. "you guys can stay over, mary lou's already asleep and she won't mind," chris offers, a plastic grin growing on his face.

          mikayla slowly turns to face chris, narrowing her eyes and pushing her lips into a thin line since she may already know that he's planning something with his tone of voice. she whips back around, rolling her eyes as abel gratefully accepts chris' offer, not being aware of his unethical intentions.

          "you can stay in the guest bedroom with me," mikayla taps abel's shoulder slightly, listening to chris scoff.

          chris chuckles, taking off his seat belt. "nah the living room's free," he says with a grin, exiting the car while abel and mikayla follow suit. chris takes out the keys hiding in his back pocket, strolling towards the front door of his house. he unlocks the door, quietly stepping into his home with the others behind him.

          mikayla feels a sort of comfort as she steps into the warm and inviting but dark atmosphere, seeing as how she hasn't been here in a while. she feels that familiar feeling setting in the pit of her stomach while chris closes the door behind them. he passes by mikayla, purposely brushing against her slightly with his signature cologne hitting her like a slap in the face; miks would be lying if she said she didn't miss it.

          "mom's asleep, so try to be quiet," chris whispers and mikayla nods her head. she'd hate to irritate mary lou considering how she's basically like a second mother to her with her parents always on business trips, leaving the doe siblings alone at home for most of the time.

          the three of them settle in quite easily, even abel surprisingly, as he sits on the couch in the living room. he slips his shoes off and mikayla watches his movements, a small smile on her face as she realizes that there might be a small possibility chris and abel could get along. it may be a long shot, but they'd be good friends considering their similar personalities.

          mikayla yawns and stretches, groaning as her vision becomes slightly blurry. she's exhausted after dancing and drinking, realizing that a bed and a long nap is exactly what she needs right now. miks taps on abel's shoulder as chris flicks on the lamp, pulling him into a hug. "i'm tired as fuck, it's literally time for me to sleep," she tightly embraces abel, giving chris once more glance.

          she wants to hug him. she wants to hug him so badly right now and she genuinely has no idea why, but instead she just gives him a warm smile before disappearing into the guest bedroom.

          Mikayla suddenly wakes up after having one of the most random dreams she's had so far. for some reason, it involved chris and she's frustrated that she can't seem to let their fake relationship go. miks drags her hands over her face, turning over slightly and acknowledging how it's almost three am. she sighs, swallowing thickly as the dehydration from only drinking soda all night is finally biting her in the ass.

she leans up, pulling the blanket off of her, revealing her sleepwear. see, when you're tired and all you're craving is a long nap, you put on anything, and that means anything, which is why she didn't think twice about putting on one of chris' oversized shirts she had in her wardrobe with a pair of shorts.

mikayla throws on a pair of fluffy socks, raising from her bed and tiptoeing quietly through the halls to prevent waking everyone up. she notices the heels on the floor outside of matt's room, grinning to herself as she recognizes that they're maria's 'party shoes' and the fact that she's most likely sharing a bed with matt right now.

as mikayla's attention shifts to the kitchen, she pauses in her footsteps as she notices that the light's still on. a confused expression takes over her face, hoping that it's matt or nick, and her whole body tenses up, slowly shuffling into the room. but her shoulders drop when she locks eyes with chris instead.

"oh," she mutters, slowly treading lightly into the kitchen. mikayla feels like after the car ride and her dream, the world is so not on her side right now.

"oh," he mimics her with a grin while he sits on the stool. chris is shirtless and in a pair of black shorts, and mikayla shamelessly stares at him. she eventually snaps out of that trance, shaking her head and mentally slapping herself in the face.

mikayla doesn't know what to say to him, so she instantly makes her way to the fridge, rummaging through the variety of drinks. she rubs her moisturized lips together, picking up a bottle but putting it back as she continues to examine her options. but mikayla eventually lands on a bottle of water as well as a handful of strawberries.

she pops one into her mouth, placing the rest onto the surface before she turns back around, leaning on the kitchen counter and noticing how chris is already staring at her again. i mean what the fuck? at this point, he definitely knows what he's doing as it's a known fact to chris how much him staring affects her.

"you have a staring problem," mikayla says with a sigh but chris just shrugs. she twists the lid of her bottle, opening it and taking a quick sip to quench her thirst.

chris scratches his chin, pursing his lips as he thinks for some sort of snarky reply to try and piss mikayla off even more. but right now, he also wants to make things right after everything he's done to her. "i'm sorry for doing that shit with eliana," chris suddenly apologizes with a crease between his eyebrows. "i wanted to piss you off."

mikayla throws her head back, and she pouts her lips slightly. she blinks at chris' audacity, but she's also glad that he's starting to be more honest and apologetic. "why would you do that chris?" she throws her hands up slightly, then folding her arms.

a familiar and uncomfortable silence enters the room again, and chris covers his face with his hand. there's a crease that appears between his eyebrows, dropping his hand to his thigh. "because i just want you," he mumbles, locking eyes with her. "i want you, and it pisses me off seeing you with abel. i want you mikayla and not in a fucking fake relationship."

her expression softens at his sheer honesty, as she's finally hearing the word's she's been waiting for. mikayla refuses to admit it, but all she wanted was chris in the first place. since the moment they had their first kiss, she realized that a fake relationship wouldn't do it for her.

have you got color in your cheeks?
do you ever get that fear that you can't shift

chris pushes his seat back, chewing on his lip as he places both of his feet on the cold floor. he runs his hair through his hands, standing up and slowly treading towards where mikayla's standing.

the type that sticks around like summat in your teeth?
are there some aces up your sleeve?

          "and i'm sorry for the shit i said in the group chat," chris mumbles, now standing right in front of her. he tugs on the waistband of his shorts, shaking his head at the remembrance of how he's been treating mikayla for the past couple of days. "it was a dick move miks."

have you no idea that you're in deep?
i dreamt about you nearly every night this week
how many secrets can you keep?

          mikayla feels her heart pound in her chest, now getting flashbacks that are all too familiar for her. she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, looking up at the boy in front of her with slightly narrowed eyes.

          since their first kiss, a recurring moment like this is all mikayla's been thinking about, but she'd never admit that to chris' face. her siren eyes look up at him, fluttering her lashes at him with a coy smile at chris' words.

'cause there's this tune i found that makes me think of you somehow
and i play it on repeat
until i fall asleep
spilling drinks on my settee

          "you're sorry?" mikayla repeats with a grin, her eyebrows furrowing at these unfamiliar words and chris nods, but mikayla's hoping that she won't stop playing hard to get because with the way chris is looking at her right now, she feels like she's about to melt. both of her hands rest on the kitchen counter and mikayla tilts her head slightly, "how sorry, chris?"

          chris takes it as a challenge with the way mikayla's talking to him right now, her tone gentle but also seductive. it genuinely doesn't help him any more that her voice is so angelic and calm at the same time, while his name rolls off of her tongue so easily.

(do i wanna know?)
if this feeling flows both ways?
(sad to see you go)

          "you really wanna know?" chris inquires further while his eyebrow raises. mikayla slowly nods her head, and chris' hands fall to both sides of her waist.

          mikayla shivers at the cold tingling feeling flowing through her body at the familiar touch she's been craving. there's a burning desire inside of miks since all she wants right now is chris, even if it is too soon for them to be this close again. but she doesn't care, because right now she wants to be even closer to him.

          chris pulls mikayla towards him, their chests almost touching before he gently pushes her back, her body coming in contact with the kitchen counter. she hisses at the cold, marble material, chewing on her lip as the air surrounding them turns thick.

was sort of hoping that you'd stay
(baby, we both know)
that the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day

          a challenging grin grows on her as chris moves his hand to brush the frizzy hair from out of her face. his finger lingers on her cheek for a couple more moments, and she's anticipating him closing the distance after weeks of being away from each other as his hand falls back to her waist. chris then leans in first, their lips gently grazing each other until he finally closes the gap between them.

crawling back to you

          a zoo breaks out in mikayla's stomach, fireworks and sparks basically going off around them. it's like they're the only two people in the world with the way they move in a sort of rhythmic motion, enjoying the flavor of fresh strawberries on mikayla's tongue.

ever thought of calling when you've had a few?
'cause i always do

          chris cups mikayla's jaw with his hand, his thumb rubbing against her cheek as she deepens the kiss. her hand reaches for the back of his neck, his other one resting on his bare chest, finally fulfilling the desires she's been feeling.

          mikayla tilts her head and chris' other hand falls to her thigh, grabbing it slightly. a soft gasp at chris' touch escapes from her lips and she feels a strong feeling of comfort with him. chris smirks, "you're killing me," he says through the kiss and mikayla chuckles, still keeping their lips connecting.

maybe i'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
now i've thought it through

          this may be their second makeout session, but it isn't stopping them from being so intimate with each other. chris then pulls away, peppering sloppy kisses on her jaw and neck, then mikayla's hand reaches for the back of his head, playing with his soft hair. he groans quietly as she harshly tugs on it, closing her eyes at the euphoric feeling she has.

crawling back to you

          but as they continue to match each other's actions, the sensational feeling taking over, they don't even realize that someone's bedroom door has opened. chris continues placing kisses on mikayla's neck, only stopping once he hears the loud gasps belonging to someone.

          they pull away from each other, not acknowledging their flustered states as they both simultaneously stare at none other than maria and matt. their eyes are widened, and mikayla's hand slowly moves to cover her mouth as she realizes she's been caught red fucking handed. her jaw drops to the floor as she almost chokes on nothing but air and her own saliva.

          chris obnoxiously coughs then clears his throat, scratching his neck at the pending couple in front of him. each person seems like they're waiting for someone else to speak up first, but instead they're still standing in an uncomfortable silence.

matt awkwardly clears his throat, his hand in the pocket of her sweatpants. "christopher," he mumbles, then pushing his lips together.

"matthew," christopher mocks him in the same tone, nodding slightly.

mikayla huffs, a smile taking over as she realizes that maria's wearing one of matt's hoodies as well as a pair of his shorts. her hair's in a messy ponytail with her lips slightly plump, implying that she just woke up and this is the first thing she's witnessing.

"love the hoodie maria," mikayla compliments with a grin. her eyes flicker between matt and maria, noticing her cheeks heating up at the comment.

matt scratches the back of his neck, wanting to tease chris for finally catching him in the act. "well i just wanna say—"

"goodnight bro," chris immediately cuts his brother off, throwing his arm around mikayla's shoulder. he flashes them a grin before practically dragging mikayla out of the awkward environment. mikayla quickly glances back at maria, watching the way she gives matt a dumbfounded look. but as mikayla and chris disappear into the hall, they giggle quietly. "you're spending the rest of the night in my room."

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ arianna speaks ¡
two updates in one day gasppppp
and it had a kiss??? gaspppp

don't get used to chrayla being back ❤️