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🎱. . .CHAPTER 50 ! -----
( real life . . . )
❛ i'll wait for you ❜
















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          "Thanks," chris mumbles to the uber driver, sending a small smile his way through the rear view mirror since they're outside of his house. he nudges mikayla, her eyes are barely even open, since she's previously been leaning on his shoulder. "mikayla."

          her postures now fully straightened, evilly glaring at chris and his eyebrows are furrowed. chris opens the door, hopping out of the car and waiting for mikayla to do the same, except she's just sitting there awkwardly as if the driver has nowhere to go.

          "piggyback ride?" she mumbles questionably, a grin slowly growing on her face.

          a quick exhale leaves chris' lips as he nods his head, not even thinking twice about helping her. "do your legs hurt?" he asks and she shakes her head. chris nods, pulling her legs slightly so that they're hanging out of the car. he helps her so now mikayla's fully out of the vehicle, giving him the opportunity to close the uber driver's door.

          since he's way taller than her, chris crouches down slightly, giving mikayla the opportunity to stretch quickly and climb onto his back. chris' arms link below her legs for extra security while miks hooks her arms around his neck.

          the strong vanilla scent mixed with liquor belonging to mikayla's perfume as well as the numerous drinks she's had invades chris' senses. he feels mikayla breathing heavily on his neck while she rests her chin on top of his shoulder and chris can hear the way she's instantly grinning.

          mikayla hums in his ears, the noise vibrating off of her is soothing as chris eventually makes it to his porch after following the path to his front door. he feels mikayla tapping her acrylic nails against his chest, not complaining at the sudden affection he's receiving because it's been weeks since they've been this close with each other.

          "miks, i need to put you down," he mumbles to her, acknowledging the warm, fuzzy feeling he gains in his heart as mikayla nuzzles on his neck. she lets out a groan of annoyance, clearly not wanting to be set in the floor. "i can't open the door if you're on me," chris replies but mikayla just sighs loudly. he likes when she sighs at him, not knowing the reason why.

          "fine!" she huffs, giving chris the opportunity to carefully place her on the ground. "my legs hurt," she's so obviously lying with the way her voice reaches such a high pitch, only entertaining chris even more.

          chris shoves his hand into the pocket of his baggy jeans, taking his key out. he knows mikayla's watching his every move as he shoves it into the hole, taking it out and twisting the door handle.

          he takes a step into his home, waiting for mikayla to copy his movements but she just stays still as if a she's glued to the ground. "are you coming?" he asks her but she slowly shakes her head.

          "i can't walk christopher," she tells him with a sigh and chris rolls his eyes. he turns around, crouching slightly and mikayla does what she did before, an amused grin on her face.

          chris closes the door with his foot, trying to be quiet since he knows marylou is at home. it's just over twelve am and he knows how his mom feels about coming home too late without his brothers. chris uses mikayla's arm to flick the light switch, casting a yellowish glow in the hall. he's planning on taking miks to his room first, only to find something for her to change in to, then taking her to the guest bedroom that's basically hers.

          he's still carrying miks when he makes a beeline to his bedroom, softly kicking the door open to not make any noise. once he's fully inside, chris sets mikayla down on his bed, not complaining at the fact that the blood on her costume is definitely going to leave a few stains.

          chris turns away, making his way to where his wardrobe of clean clothes is as well as a few blankets. he hums, taking his time choosing which article of clothing to give her, but his thoughts are quickly stopped by the sound of mikayla's gentle voice.

          "that one," she points at chris' blue, fuzzy unicorn hoodie, made up of green, orange, pink, and yellow stripes. chris doesn't wear it anymore so he doesn't mind giving it to her; regardless he'd let her wear it anyways.

          chris takes it off the hanger as well as some old sweatpants he no longer wears, folding the clothing items and placing the hoodie on top. he then takes off his leather jacket belonging to his costume, only shoving it into his wardrobe since he has more important priorities right now. he passes the clothes to mikayla and she gratefully takes it, a cheerful grin on her face.

          it grows silent between them, probably because of the history that they have with each other as well as their consistent communication issues. see, chris never wanted it to be like this, the only thing he's been wanting is to have her back. even though she's drunk and she probably won't remember being so vulnerable and comfortable with chris in this moment, he isn't complaining, just happy to help her.

          "i'm gonna get you water," he says easily, also because he wants to give her some privacy to change. chris presses his lips together, walking backwards out of his room at first before fully rotating his body. he turns the kitchen light on, walking towards the fridge and instantly opening the door.

          chris disregards the sound of creaking floorboards, assuming that it's only nothing. he taps against the fridge door, realizing that it's basically taken over by soda but he notices the singular bottle of water, choosing to give it to her. once chris closes the door, he's frightened by the sight of marylou behind it, jumping slightly.

          "fuck, mom!—sorry," he immediately apologizes for cursing, forcing an awkward smile when he notices her furrowed eyebrows and confused expression.

          "christopher," she hums, resting her hands on her hips.

          he places the refreshing bottle of the counter, his heart dropping to his ass once he realizes the situation that he's in. of course he didn't tell his mom he was planning on bringing mikayla, the girl like a daughter to marylou, who is currently drunk in his bedroom. "h—hey," he stammers, a plastic grin on his face.

          she looks at the watch on her hand, then back at her son. "i just had the most confusing experience christopher," she tells him and chris feels like he knows where this is going. "mikayla, stumbling around to the bathroom. is she okay?" she questions, clearly concerned about mikayla's state.

          "umm..." chris trails off, followed by an awkward laugh. "she's ill," he lies and marylou narrows her eyes at him. he knows how much his mom cares about miks, especially with the heavy stuff with her parents. "we were at the party, i needed to take her home."

          "ah," is all marylou says, adjusting the glasses on her face. "and your brothers?" she asks with a tilted head.

          chris rubs the back of his neck nervously. "still at the party, didn't want to ruin their fun," he forces another smile.

          marylou understandably nods her head, her hand reaching for chris' cheek. the corner of his lips turn up at his mother's touch, seeing as how he barely sees her anymore. he's busy with school, youtube and he's always out, while his mom is at work or already asleep when he reaches home. "you've always been selfless christopher. i admire that so much about you," she says, rubbing his skin with her thumb. "make sure you take care of mikayla, and yourself too," she adds on with a warm smile.

          her hand falls to her side, chris slowly nodding his head. "thanks mom," he picks up the bottle of water, giving marylou a quick hug before retreating back to his bedroom.

          the door's open, revealing mikayla wearing chris' clothes and he can't help but smugly grin. he's snapped out of his thoughts though once he realizes that she's probably tired and needs to take a nap now. "uh, do you just wanna sleep here?" he acknowledges how comfortable she already looks laying down.

         chris turns off the light, using the lamp on his bedside table as a decent source before he  takes a few steps towards the bed that she's comfortable. he's currently watching mikayla as she props her body up using her elbows. "yeah..." she trails off and chris gives her a quick nod, beginning to turn away. "wait—" miks calls out and he stops, slowly turning back around. "stay."

          an odd feelings grows in the pit of his stomach, staring at her. chris is mentally debating whether it's just the alcohol talking or if she genuinely wants chris to stay with her for the rest of the night. "stay," she repeats, giving him a certain look as she shuffles back slightly to give him some space.

          chris takes a couple of seconds before he hesitantly climbs into the bed after moving the blanket so that he can pull it over them both. it conceals their bodies and chris twists his body slightly so that he can switch the light off.

          now that they're left in the dark, chris can't tell if mikayla's looking at him or not. he doesn't know whether she's facing the wall or his chest given their height difference. they lay there in a familiar but uncomfortable silence for a couple moments and chris just listens to the way she clears her throat every other second. he's fighting the strong urge to say something to break this deafening silence, maybe an attempt to try an ease the tension in the air.

          he's confused on what to say. maybe she's passed out already or maybe she's staring right at him, but the pitch blackness in the room is making everything extremely hard for him to determine it. he can't even sleep now, knowing that mikayla's right next to him.

          chris doesn't know where this sudden desire to get her back came from over the past couple of weeks. maybe all he needed was time to think about what he really wanted, or rather who. he listens to the sound of mikayla's quiet breaths, pursing his lips to the side.

          "chris?" her gentle voice speaks up and the way his name rolls off of her tongue is sweet like honey. "i'm sorry," she utters and a crease appears between his eyebrows.

          "for what?" chris responds quickly, confused as to why she seems so apologetic all of a sudden.

          he feels the bed dip slightly as she pulls the covers over her even more and chris is fully convinced that she's shuffled closer to him. "i don't know," mikayla groans quietly, sniffling a couple times.

          "then don't be sorry," chris clarifies, moving his messy, brunette waves out of his face. he moves his position to lay on his back and he senses mikayla doing the same thing. "just know miks, i'll wait for you."

          chris doesn't know what really possessed him to say that, but the quick silence that follows makes him deeply wish he never said it. he knows that 'waiting' for mikayla isn't really a rational decision considering everything with nate and what he said to her, but he just desperately needs mikayla to know.

          miks sharply inhales and chris is anticipating having a reply from her. he's on the edge of her seat hoping that she doesn't just remain quiet. "chris i—"

"no," chris cuts her off quickly, knowing that it isn't the right time to say something like this to her considering her drunken state. "i just wanted you to know, alright."

silence falls over the two of them again and chris is slightly relieved that he took this as an opportunity to tell her. he knows it's not enough to truly solidify how he fully feels about her, but he doesn't want to burden mikayla with a bunch of words since she's intoxicated. he clears his throat, followed by another silence but chris just takes this as an opportunity to fall asleep.

he closes his eyes but they quickly open once he realizes mikayla's head is now resting on his chest. he isn't complaining, instead closing his eyes again to try and force himself to sleep. at least with mikayla by his side he feels comfortable enough.











⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ arianna speaks ¡
HAPPY 50 CHAPS!!! and marylou mention i cheered 🙌
they're my babies fr (like i said last chap, you may hate me later on)

also let's acknowledge how mikayla's wearing THIS hoodie like it looks so comfy wtf 😪

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