Pairing: dealer!chris x childhoodbsf!reader
Warnings: n/a
Summary: When reader isnt answering the phone, Chris finds his way to her apartment.
a/n: this is like super short and rushed, but I'll make a part 2
I don't hear the front door open at first. I'm lost in my own world with papers scattered around my desk, and soft tunes playing through my record player. I've been sitting here for hours, and I don't even know when my last break was. I'm brought back to reality when I hear the knob to my bedroom door turn open.
"You think you're too good to answer the phone or something?" I hear his tone, and I hear his voice; it's all too familiar because, well, it's Chris.
Chris has had a spare key to my apartment since I got it, because he told me it would be easier if we both had a key, and I always trust him more than I can trust myself.
I turn my chair around and see him leaning against the doorway, staring at me. "Answer the phone?" I ask, tilting my head a little in confusion until I realize it's been a few hours since I touched my phone. I quickly picked up my phone, noticing the spam text messages and the number of missed calls.
27 missed calls to be exact.
"Oh," I say in a low voice close to a whisper.
"Yeah, oh." He speaks in a mocking tone while walking up to my desk, looking at everything on it, making me feel smaller in a way I wouldn't be able to describe to a person. "What's all of this?" he asks, picking up one of the papers, looking at all the annotations I did.
"It's just some college homework I gotta do." I try my best to be quick and careful with my words because I know he's already mad at me, and I don't want to upset him any further.
"Have you even eaten anything today?" He looks back at me, and the second I hear the words come out of his mouth, my heart sinks to my stomach because I know I can't get out of this question by lying to him. "Shouldn't you be dealing right now?" I try to change the topic.
And then I see the shift in his face between moods
He moves over my chair, putting both hands on each of the armrests, sheltering me in. "Don't try changing the topic, I know the answer is already no." His face is close to mine, and although I know he's trying to keep himself calm, it looks like a difficult task for him.
"Are you mad at me?" The simple question made him look softer, and I don't really understand how. "No, I'm not mad, I'm just worried about you." He grabs my arm, pulling me out of my chair and reaching for my sweater that was hanging on my bed.
"Put this on quickly, I'll go warm up the car." He doesn't look at me when he speaks, and he quickly walks out the door, leaving me standing in my room all alone. I look down at the sweater before putting it on.
The sweater is one he had gotten me back when we were in high school, and he was shopping with his mother. He told me it reminded him of me because of the colors.
I stand there for a few extra seconds, not because I'm scared of him but because I know it's my fault he's upset today.
When I get the courage to move again, I grab my phone, slipping it into my pocket and heading to the front door, making sure I take my key with me before finally stepping out.
“I just don’t want to look weak in front of a drug dealer”
Childhoodbsf!reader. 21, middle child, two jobs, baking, always studying, animal lover, wants to be better than her family, never lets a guy in her home (Chris is the exception)
Dealer!chris. 22, triplet, new girl every week, tattoos, can’t keep a job, known with officers, protective, always cold, loves readers baking, potential to be better, mamas boy
