🎱. . .CHAPTER 51 ! -----
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❛ i didn't expect this ❜

ᵣₑₐₗ ₗᵢfₑ !

          When mikayla's eyes flutter open, trying to adjust to the light peeking through the curtains she's immediately greeted by the sight of chris' heaving chest, a look of pure confusion takes over her face. she notices how his hands are wrapped around her waist while her hands hang loosely on the collar of his shirt. the only thing she's thinking of is how comfortable she is and how she doesn't want to move.

          mikayla looks up at chris' face, noticing how peaceful he looks. his nose is twitching slightly, while his eyelashes are fluttering. chris is snoring, quietly though, and the vision only brings her back to the happier memories of them during the beginning of their fake relationship.

          she feels the rays of sunshine peeking through his blinds hitting her skin, followed by a pounding headache. mikayla's barely sure on how she got here in the first place and her mind is racing with many thoughts, one being the fact that she probably didn't tell nate where she went last night. most of last night is a blur, though she does remember a random girl helping her as well as chris then calling an uber.

          the feeling of a fluffy material against her skin casts a warm smile on her face, looking down and realizing that she's wearing one of her favorite hoodies that chris owns. she's wondering how and why exactly she's in his arms, but his touch is comforting so she isn't totally complaining.

          mikayla doesn't want to wake chris up, but she needs to text nate and the rest of her friends, however her legs feel like jelly and she genuinely cannot build up the effort. that is until she hears the door creak and she immediately shoots up.

          the open door reveals matt, his gaze glued to
his phone until he looks up. mikayla doesn't know what to do, so she chooses to roll away from chris as a reflex, falling and ending up on the floor. "OW—" she calls out from the floor, her hair falling all over her face.

          a simple and quiet 'oh' is the only thing that leaves matt's mouth as he glances between the girl on the floor as well as his brother, who's unsurprisingly still asleep.

          mikayla recovers quickly, leaning and propping her body up with her hands. she peeks over the bed, noticing how matt's still there with a crease between his eyebrows. she watches as his eyes flicker between chris, then mikayla, and they quietly stare at each other, the only noise being chris snoring.

          "we were gonna go get mcdonald's breakfast, i didn't expect.." his hand lifts up and he waves it around the direction of the bed. "i didn't expect this," he finishes his sentence, just a little quieter.

          mikayla brushes her hair behind her ear, trying to build the energy to stand up but she'd much rather stay on the carpeted floor than stand up and face nick.

          "you should text nate," matt says and that instantly snaps mikayla back into the reality that her older brother most definitely would not approve of her sleeping in chris' bed as well as getting drunk; she promised that she wouldn't prior to the party. "he was—uh," matt awkwardly scratches behind his ear. "looking for you last night but i told him you were staying at a friend's house."

          matt knew that chris was bringing mikayla over since his brother quite literally texted him that he was ordering an uber. however, matt definitely didn't expect to see chris with his arms around mikayla in his bed.

          miks parts her lips to speak, suddenly cut off by the sound of chris groaning. she's still on the floor. only glancing over at the bed and realizing that chris is slowly awake, his eyes almost closed. it seems like he's trying to adjust towards his surroundings, probably confused as to why mikayla's on the floor and matt's cluelessly standing in the doorway.

she watches as chris rubs his eyes, blinking rapidly at her. "mornin'," he hums, his voice raspy.

          "yeah i'm just gonna..." matt backs up and slowly shuts the door, showing his attention shifting back to his phone until the door's fully closed.

          now mikayla's left alone with him, she sighs, reaching for her phone that's underneath the bed for some reason and she's immediately flooded with texts.

nate🤢🤢🤢
miks are you okay?
10:38pm

nate🤢🤢🤢
i've been looking for you at this party for way too long
call me so i know you're safe
11:01pm

nate🤢🤢🤢
MIKAYLA.
11:12pm

nate🤢🤢🤢
okay so matt told me you're going to a friend's house? he didn't tell me which one.
text me when you get there i'm worried
11:34pm

nate🤢🤢🤢
still no text..please mikayla
12:12am

nate🤢🤢🤢
are you with chris?
he disappeared too
12:27am

nate🤢🤢🤢
you're still not at home i'm really worried
5:56am

nate🤢🤢🤢
text me back mikayla
i'm not gonna get mad at you
i just need to know you're not dead in a ditch somewhere
1hr ago

lucy🫦🫦
GIRLRLRLRL U LEUF W CHRISSSVSHDH????
OHTMGDOSDD
CHRYSLA IS SOOO BAVKAKKK ❤️❤️❤️❤️
11:21pm

lucy🫦🫦
ur bro js cam up 2 me
hes rlllyyyyyyy wroieied
😪😪
i kepg ur dietyyyyy little secrect tho 😏😏
11:43pm

ₘₑₛₛₐgₑₛ !

( NATHAN & MIKAYLA ! )
( nate🤢🤢🤢 & miks 🦌 )

miks 🦌
hey nathan
im so sorry

nate🤢🤢🤢
are you okay?
like you're not kidnapped?
you're fine????

miks 🦌
im okay
im just sorry i disappeared

nate🤢🤢🤢
are you at your friend's house?

miks 🦌
yes.
i'll ask matt to pick me up and drop me home

nate🤢🤢🤢
alright
i'm not at home rn
but i'm glad you're okay

miks 🦌
thanks nate
love u

nate🤢🤢🤢
love you too

ᵣₑₐₗ ₗᵢfₑ !

          Mikayla continues to reread at her texts with nate, wondering if it was the best choice to not specify which friend's house she's actually in and whose bed. she's slightly confused as to why nate isn't acting overprotective, but it's probably because of the conversation they had in the past. she looks over at him, noticing how he's staring at her, his hair messy.

          "why the fuck are you on the floor?" he questionably says and she shrugs, holding onto the bed for support, helping herself up.

          she stretches once she's fully standing, her legs slightly hurting while a silence falls over the two of them. "um.." mikayla trails off, trying to gather her thoughts that she needs for the rest of the day. "are you coming winter formal shopping with us later?" she questions to move on from the fact that they shared a bed.

          chris' face immediately crinkles in confusion, him leaning back on the headboard. "nah. i'm not going to the dance," he quickly replies without even thinking twice.

          mikayla would be lying if she said that the fact chris just said he's not even thinking of going to it didn't sting her in the heart a little. now she feels stupid for even assuming that chris would want to go. they sit in silence together and miks picks at the material of his hoodie, awkwardly looking around as an attempt to not make any eye contact with him.

          "coolllll," she drags out her word, suddenly craving food. of course waking up hungover and trying to live through the day starving isn't the best idea, so she's deciding to go to mcdonald's with them, preferably the one in the mall since it's closer to the dress store. "i'm gonna...ask matt to drive me home. gotta get changed," she forces a smile and chris just nods his head, pulling the blanket over him.

          she doesn't understand why a small part of her expected chris to want to go to the formal, slightly deflating her mood for the rest of the day because she really was debating on sharing a dance with him. but now the idea of that is stupid, and mikayla's not even sure what to do about it.

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