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Chris&Eva- “MOM!”

Chris had came over, like he always does on Saturdays, thats when he gets in one of his moods.. Surprisingly, he is more moodier then me, although you can practically turn him on like a light switch. Anyways, like any other Saturday my mother was off on some business trip with god knows who doing god knows what. That wasn’t on my mind right now.

Chris’s lips were pressed to mine, his harsh kisses and his cold hands slowly undressing me. He pulled away, his eyes locking with mine, his hands lifting my shirt over my head. He was doing that thing, where he admired.

“Stop staring, who’s the stalker now?” I snickered a breathy remark, a low chuckle escaping his lips. Our lower halves pressed against each other, still clothed. His hands were running down, starting from my stomach, making his way to my jeans, his fingers now starting to unbuckle.

The door swung open, my body jumped in fear as I hid behind Chris’s upper body.

“Eva I’m- Oh. I am sorry! Continue! Continue!” My mothers voice rang through my head, my eyes widened and Chris bursts out laughing once he had heard the door close. His eyes clenched shut from laughing so hard, his face a light shade of red.

“Oh my god that is so funny.” Chris said through his histerical laughs. I rolled my eyes. He found this extremely funny.

“Its not funny! She almost walked in on us fucking!” I said giving his bicep and punch. That only seemed to make him laugh harder.

“You get to come down and explain with me. How do you like that?” I said raising an eyebrow once he had calmed himself down.

“I’ll live. I got this.” He said shaking his head, trying to get the giggles out of himself. He got up off my body, putting on his shirt and tossing me mine, doing the same.

“I swear to god, don’t do anything stupid.” I said pointing my pointer finger at him. He held his hands up in defeat. He smiled at me, and for some odd reason I smiled back. I was mentally praying while we were going down the stairs that he wouldn’t tell my mother straight up ‘we were about to fuck.’ I laughed at the thought of it.

“Oh you guys didn’t need to stop just because I am here.” I heard my mom speak up when she saw us at the bottom of the stairs. She had a huge smile on her lips, she looked as if she was about to laugh her ass off.

“MOM!” I said to her, embarrassed, my cheeks probably turning a light pink already. Chris looked back at me with a sly smile and shook his head playfully at me.

“Mrs. Mohn, I am incredibly sorry you had walked in on that. I didn’t want to meet like this but.. I am Christoffer.” Chris said, his voice somewhat awkward. “Erm, I have had a crush on Eva for a long time, and I guess I wanted to make a move…” He said, clearly pulling that lie out of his ass.

“Well its nice to meet you Christoffer, its good to know that Eva is interested in someone. I thought she would never get over that boy Jonas.” my mother said with playfulness and a small eye roll.

“Besides that, would you like to stay for dinner Christoffer? We would love to have you.” My mother continued. My eyes widened. She was butting into my love life.

“Why I would love to.” Chris said. I didn’t even have to look at him to know he was wearing that smart ass smirk he always had on his lips.

This was going to be a long night..

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A/N:

Hi I know this isn’t that good but I tried! Definetly leave more requests babes! :)

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Chris & Eva- Ignorance

Clingy. Fake. Annoying.

The words ran through her mind like wildfire. Normally, she would brush these words off as if they mean’t nothing to her. Although the thing was, what mouth the words fell out of. Christoffer’s mouth. Her heart hurt, remembering what he had said last Saturday. The lump in her throat only seemed to get bigger as she replayed the words in her head.

It started off as a wonderful night, of course at some point during the party Eva and Chris’s mouth had connected, him having her pressed against the wall and her arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer. Making-out until the host of the party had told them to get a room- or something along the lines of that. Their hands not disconnecting as they made their way out to the street, calling a taxi to pick them up, both either to high, or too drunk to drive. The make-out session only continuing once they piled into the taxi, their hands both exploring each other. This was a constant routine for them. She didn't mind one bit.

It took Chris a second to process that the taxi had stopped because they had finally arrived at her house. Eva already missing the feeling of his warm hands on her. Chris fumbled to get his wallet out to pay for the ride. Both of them getting out. His hand snaked it way back on her hip as they made their way to her door, pulling her keys out, possibly dropping them, seeing as she was pretty drunk.

“Your mom isn't home right?” He asked her, his breath fanning down the back of her neck, as she simply nodded, finally unlocking the door and pulling him inside.

The following morning wasn't too bad, although she was a bit surprised that he was still sleeping in her bed when she woke up. She slowly got out of the bed, her face having a radiant smile on it. Although Chris wasn't the relationship type, it sure did feel like they were in one.

His wake-up groan sparked her attention, his arms stretching up has he woke up, and his eyes shot open.

“Agh shit..” He muttered frustratingly.

He got up, gathering his pants and boxers, slipping them on. As for Eva, she had a pair of shorts and a baggy shirt on. He seemed to be rushing, she didn’t think to much of it at the time.

“Do you want any breakfast? I make a mean eggs beni-” Eva started as she turned around to face him before her sentence was cut off.

“No. No. Don’t. Just because I accidentally spent the night here doesn't mean we are dating. You aren't my girlfriend Eva. You are way to clingy, annoying, and many many others things to be my girlfriend. I don’t want someone who is considered fake at school. I don’t want you as a girlfriend Eva. Got it?” He huffed at Eva.

Her gaze lowered to the floor. That hurt like a fucking bitch. Her insecurities now flooding her thoughts. His look shattered her, he looked at her as if she was a disgusting piece of trash he found on the floor.

“Yeah.. I do.” Her voice trembled slightly. She couldn't look at the floor, because she knew that if she looked at him in the eyes, she would fall to the floor in sobs. His steps began as he left her room, and she prayed and prayed he would leave.

She finally heard the front door close. He left without a sorry which made her stomach churn. The feeling to throw up urged before she sat on the edge of her bed, sobs wracking her body, and her hands holding her face. He had broke her.

He hasn’t spoken to her since. That hurt too, it possibly hurt more then that morning. She was too lost in thought to engaged in the conversation Noora and Sana were having. He was crowding her thoughts, he crowded them for the rest of the day, he was eating her alive.

Part 2? Oooo?

kviigstad

Lies

Eva Mohn is horribly upset.

She’s tired of the lies being thrown her way.

“I can’t today, Eva,” he said.

“Sorry, just going to hang out with the Riots, tonight,” he said.

Fine, Chris Schistad can do whatever the fuck he wants but she doesn’t want him lying to her. She doesn’t want to find his tongue down another girl’s throat at a party when he said he wasn’t going to any.

Eva and Chris aren’t dating. Eva knows that. But lying is another thing.

Why did she take this so personally? Eva could not possibly have feelings for the despicable Christoffer Schistad! Eva is Noora Saetre’s best friend and Noora has taught her that ‘fuckboys’ aren’t worth it.

So, why does her heart crack under the pressure of her feelings when she sees him with someone else?

Why is her mind plagued with the thoughts of her not being good enough as the other girls he makes out with and him not wanting her and her not being good enough for him? Should Eva just stop?

Out of anger, she believes she should slap Chris and end whatever this is between them. But then she tells herself that it’s better to talk it out.. see where he’s coming from. See if there’s a reason?

Eva is still staring at him, from across the room.

He said he was not coming…

Chris’s hands are over a girl, as his lips roughly press kisses to her body. The music isn’t loud enough to block out the negative feelings crawling inside her.

Nothing is enough.

The alcohol coursing through her system isn’t enough. Girl Chris cracking her usual jokes isn’t enough.

She sees red and she sees blue.

Ugh, she thinks. He’s wearing that stupid t-shirt.

The girl drapes across him is playing with the zipper Eva always plays with.

And that’s when Eva looses it.

She’s not even going to apologize for wanting to be the only person who gets to play with that zipper.

And as she’s storming her way to the other side of the room, her feelings finally become clearly.

Eva Mohn likes Chris Schistad and she’s fucked because of it.

Chris wasn’t expecting Eva to be here. he really wasn’t. So, when he felt her hand turn him around, her Eva smell filling his nostrils, he freaks out. The girl he was with left as soon as Eva came.

She knows better than not come in the way of Eva and Chris.

He freaks out completely because she is so going to murder him.

And being Penetrator Chris, he smashed his lips to hers, pulling her jeans clad body to him.

The fireworks are instantly set off between them and, fuck, why?

When Chris was kissing that other girl a few minutes ago, it didn’t feel half as good as this. So, why?

His lips do things to Eva. It makes her mind fog up, so she’s not even able to comprehend the situation. Her judgements become so clouded, she’d take drugs in an instant, if given.

So, yes, that’s what it’s kind of like to kiss Christoffer Schistad.

Or is it only kissing him? A voice makes her overthink.

But, no! She’s supposed to be furious with him! Yes, that’s what she’s supposed to do.

So, mustering enough strength - Chris makes her weak at her knees- she shoves him off her.

“Eva . .” Chris mumbles, trying to kiss her again. But Eva swats his hands away and then grabs his wrist, dragging him down the hallway, where drunk teenagers are desperately making out.

She quickly pulls him into the - thankfully - empty room.

Not understanding where she’s coming from - except for the fact of her catching his lie - Chris smirks. “I thought that Friday nights were reserved for making out only. .”

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE, CHRISTOFFER!” Eva yells, shoving him. “You lied to me! You fucking lied, you asshole!”

Chris looks at her shocked. Tears brim her eyes and he feels something churn him.

Suddenly, Chris understands that feeling as concern. He doesn’t want her crying over him. Especially him. But girls have cried before him . . Iben cried when they broke up but he didn’t approach her.

What is it that Eva Mohn has of him?

“You told me you were going to hang out with your friends,” Eva accuses, her voice much softer now. Her voice trembled as her brain replayed what she’d seen. “I don’t need you, Christoffer.”

And when she said that, it wasn’t one heart that broke . . it was two.

They both feel as if a sudden weight had been dropped on their shoulders and there is a fierce ache spreading across their chest.

“You should’ve just said it, alright. I don’t need you,” Eva says, poking a finger at his chest. “I don’t need you or your stupid lies. You played me.”

And Chris opens his mouth to say something. But his throat feels dry and he hoarsely whispers, “Eva, I –”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Eva raises her voice a little. “You think you can play me and walk away? Guess what, you can’t! You can’t fucking lie to me and expect I won’t be mad at you!”

“I lied to you for a reason, Eva Kviig Mohn, alrigh’!”

“I don’t need your pathetic excuses right now, Schistad!”

“Oh, really?” taunts Chris, grabbing her waist. He turns their bodies and slams her straight up against the wall, his hips digging into hers. “Didn’t you think there would be a reason for my lying?” His lips are now pressed softly against her jawline.

“Don’t fuck with me, Chris,” Eva hotly whispers into his ear.

“I needed to get away from you.”

“By lying?”

“The only way I wouldn’t directly hurt you.”

Eva pushes him away for the third time.

“You fucker! ‘Wouldn’t hurt me’! What? I fucking saw you with that girl and you thought that I wouldn’t directly be hurt?”

“I lied for a good reason, okay!”

“Really? Oh, please, do tell me!”

“Because being around you does things to me! Things I can’t handle! And staying away from you was helping!”

Eva stops, her eyes wide.

Chris has no idea what he said means. He has no idea that he just admited to liking her - implied, of course.

And Eva tries to ignore the jumps in her heart. She tries to ignore the smile breaking onto her face.

Chris is confused. . what did he say?

But before he can have any realisations, Eva’s grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to her. She quickly angles her head and kisses him, trying to help relieve herself of the feeling building up in her heart.

Chris doesn’t think much, on his part. He hoists her up and presses her against the wall. Groaning, he rocks his hips forward, eliciting a well-earned moan from Eva’s mouth. To satisfy himself even more, he repeats the action, earning the same response.

With his hips holding her firm in place, his hands push her t-shirt up and he kisses her right above her heart.

Eva takes her t-shirt off and throws it across the room, not caring. Getting back on her feet, she unbuckles his belt and unbottons his pants. She doesn’t have time to pull them down because Chris steps into the space between her legs and crafts a love bite onto her neck.

“You and me, Eva,” Chris growls, leading her to the bed.

Eva’s heart flips. And he isn’t giving her false hope. No, he’s actually saying something true. And she’s so grateful.

Eva didn’t expect to be the girl to change Chris. She just wanted the countless amounts of good sex. But . . things change.

Just as he sets her down, Eva chuckles, whispering, “Do you have any idea what you’ve just said?”