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hey guys.. sorry i’ve been inactive lately but i am working on something…
candy cane
You and bestfriend!chris have a sleep over at your parents vacation cabin up in the mountains. But what happens when candy cane tasting doesn’t go as planned…
Warnings: cursing, smut. m&f receiving, Softdom!chris, sub!reader, size kink, food play, p n v.
wc: 2.5k
Christmas me and Chris’s favorite time of year. Ive know chris since 3rd grade, we are now in college, and there hasn't been a day where ive gone without talking to Chris. We are quite literally two peas in a pod, a combo deal, when you think of the word bestfriends youd probably see our faces.
Christmas is our favorite time of year because we get to drink hot cocoa, watch the best movies, play in the snow, and eat our favorite candy, candy canes. This year was a little different than the other years; usually, we would just spend a weekend at each other's houses doing our favorite things before Christmas.
But this year, my parents told me I could use our Christmas vacation home way up in the mountains, so the first thing I did was ask Chris. He obviously said yes, which brings us to now. Way up in the mountains in a winter cabin, doing our favorite thing.
Every year, Chris and I go to a bunch of stores and buy a plethora of different candy canes. Chocolate, pickle, bacon, strawberry, cherry, basically any flavor you can think of, we have probably tried.
I'm sitting on the couch covered by soft, fluffy blankets in the living room that overlooks the snowy mountains, the only source of light being the Christmas tree and the crackling fire from the fireplace. Chris was making us hot chocolate in the kitchen while I laid out all the candy canes we bought for the trip.
Once Chris finished making our hot chocolate and walked back into the living room, joining me on the couch under all the blankets. “We really bought a lot this year,” he stated, his eyes scanning over all the flavors of candy cane. Usually, Chris and I try to get the nastiest flavors out of curiosity, but this year we bought a lot of normal flavors too, like cherry, lime, vanilla, etc.
“Yeah, well, why not go all out for the best Christmas sleepover yet? I mean, look at this place its like if christmas where a place, it would be here.” I raised my hands, looking around the cabin. Chris chuckles, “This place looks like Santa threw up in here.”
Chris leaned forward, grabbing the mac and cheese-flavored candy canes. “Let's try these first,” he said as he ripped the box open, pulling out one for us. “Chris, this is gonna be so nasty.” My face scrunches up in disgust just thinking about the taste.
Chris unwrapped the candy cane, popping it in his mouth, his face immediately scrunched up in disgust. “This is so nasty, Y/n,” he mumbled, mouth full of mac and cheese candy cane flavor. “Here, try,” he said, pulling the candy cane out of his mouth and shoving it into my hands.
I popped it into my mouth, having the same reaction as chris “Oh my God, this is disguting chris!” I gagged, pulling it out of my mouth and discarding it in the trash.
About 15 candy canes later, we had tried flavors like bacon, maple syrup, and some fruity flavors. When we got to the ketchup one, we both almost threw up. I leaned forward, reaching for my hot cocoa while Chris opened the cherry-flavored candy cane.
He sucked on the cherry candy cane, sighing in relief after all the horrid flavors we had tried prior. “This ones so good, Y/n,” Chris stated, pulling the candy cane out of his mouth bring it towards me.
My hands were full from holding my hot coco so I just opened my mouth for Chris to feed me the candy cane. He laughed a little, his eyes dropping down to my open mouth to insert the candy cane.
Once it was inside i closed my lips around it, sucking it, closing my eyes and letting out a loud sigh in relief, but when my eyes opened back up chris’s gaze was still locked onto my mouth with the candy cane in it, his lips slightly parted.
My heart leaped in my chest, I've always been close with chris and people always say we are too close or that we are secretly inlove, which we both have always denied. But I can admit Chris is very attractive, and if it weren't for us being bestfriends id be all over him.
But we’re just friends, right? But the way he's looking at my lips right now makes me want to do things friends shouldn't. Im pulled from my thoughts when I feel the candy cane being pulled out of my mouth.
I look back up at chris whos still shamelessly staring at my mouth, but im taken aback when he pushes the candy cane back in slowly. He continues pushing the candy cane back in until he can't anymore, making me gag a little when it hits the back of my throat.
Chris is still staring at me in awe as he continues sliding the candy cane in and out of my mouth. I feel heat pool low in my stomach, and my heart speeds up; it's pounding in my ears at this point.
This feels so wrong but so right, I mean, Chris is my best friend and best friends aren't supposed to do this, but how can I not when he looks so good, and he's literally making me suck off a candy cane.
“So pretty,” Chris finally speaks, continuing his movements. I start to suck more on the candy cane, Chris’s eyes look at my mouth, and my eyes his breathing now ridget “fuck Y/n.” he breathes out, pulling the candy cane out of my mouth to replace it with his two fingers.
His fingers rest on my tongue before sliding back, causing me to gag again. He pulls his fingers from my mouth as he stands up right infront of me. “Im jealous..” he says, unzipping his pants, letting his pants and boxers drop down around his ankles. “Jealous of a fucking candy cane,” he huffs as his cock slaps against his stomach, hard and pulsing.
My eyes immediately drop down from his face to his dick, it's big, and his tip is red and angry from how hard he is. I admire his length, feeling my panties begin to uncomfortably stick to my core.
Im about to suck my best friend's dick, something I've only ever had dreams about, like once or twice of course… But something I've never thought I’d actually do. I look back up at him almost as if im asking for permission, even though if very obvious as to what he wants, before reaching forward and wrapping my hands around his dick.
I slowly pump him a few times, my thumb running over the tip, causing him to hiss before licking a strip up the underside of his dick and taking the tip into my mouth. He groans when I start to suck on his ti,p slowly taking more and more of him. My hands work up and down on what i havent taken yet.
Chris’s head flies back, his hips subtly rocking back and forth. “fuck your mouth feels so good,” he groans, thrusting more of his cock into my mouth. Chris’s hips begin to thrust in and out of my mouth, fucking my face now. Tears form in my eyes as his cock hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag on him.
My panties are well beyond soaked now as I reach down to draw lazy circles over my clothed clit. Chris notices this, letting another groan out, “You like choking on your best friend's dick?”
I whimper in return, nodding my head as he continues to fuck my face.
Chris pulled my hair back into a make-shift pony, keeping me in place as his thrusts speed up. I feel his dick pulse; he's on edge, but just when I think he's about to cum, he pulls out of my mouth, shoving me back on the couch. “That's not where I wanna cum tonight,” he says as his hands find my pajama pants, pulling them down.
His shirt and my shirt follow suit, landing in a pile on the cabin floor. His gaze drops down to my panties, smirking at the big wet spot. “All this for me?” I nod in response. “What's got you so quiet?” he asks, his hand finding my tit, plaming it. I shrug in response, but that's not the answer he wanted.
He leans down, nipping at my neck. “I asked you a question, is this?” his hand presses against my clothed core. “For me?” he mumbles against my neck. “Fuck!” my hips buck up into his hands. “yes its for you,” I whisper as his thumb glides over my clothes' clit. “mm she speaks. He huffs before yanking my underwear off, making me gasp.
He leans back, looking at my drooling cunt, pumping himself a few times. “Chris theres no way that's going to fit,” I say, looking down at his hefty length. “Why not?” he asks, his head turning sideways like a dog. “You're so…” I blush, feeling embarrassed for what im about to say. “Big”
He chuckles, “Yeah?” he takes his fingers, running them through my folds a few times, stopping at my entrance. “I think you can take it,” he says, his fingers sliding in me, making me moan.
As his fingers pump in and out of me, my pussy clamps down onto them.
His fingers are much longer than mine, reaching places I've never reached before. “Fuck chris” I moan, my eyes squeezed shut as he works me open, scissoring his fingers to stretch me more. After a few minutes of fingering me, he pulls his fingers out of me, causing me to sigh at the loss of contact, but im cut off from saying anything when I feel his tip nudge my entrance. I lift my hips, trying to push him inside of me, but his hand grabs my hips, pinning them down. “Please chris,” I whine. “You gotta earn it,” he says, running his tip through my folds, “Beg for it”.
“Please chris need it,” I whimper, trying to create more friction with my hips, but Chris’s strong hold keeps me from doing that. “Beg harder,” he huffs at my attempts to grind against his dick. “Please fuck Chris, need you to fuck me.. Please ill do anything,” I beg, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
Chris smirks before shoving his dick into me as we both moan in unison. Even though his teasing was meant for me, it also pained him just as much not to just thrust into me right away. “Shit, Y/n, you're so tight,” he groaned, rocking his hips back and forth. “You're so big,” I replied. “Yeah, it's only half,” he said before thrusting deeper into me.
His hips stilled inside me, letting me adjust for a minute. My cunt rhythmically clenched around his length as I adjusted to his size; it felt like he was splitting me in half. Just as I was about to ask him to move, he leaned over to the coffee table, grabbed the cherry candy cane, popping it into his mouth for a second, then bringing it down to my nipple, running the sticky candy over it.
He runs the candy over my nipple a few more times, then leans down, sucking the candy flavor off my nipple. “Mm, you're like my own personal candy cane now,” he groans against my chest, his hips starting to rock back and forth as he takes the candy and runs it over my other nipple Stimulating me more.
He forms a rhythm in no time fucking me with need and want. “Oh! Yes chris!” I moan, feeling his tip hit my G-spot “right there.” I whimper.
His hips speed up, forming a harsh rhythm as he leans back and continues to run the candy over my nipple. Everything felt like too much but not enough at the same time. “Faster chris” I whine, arching my back off the couch. “You take your best friend's cock so well,” he grunted, his thrust quickening, becoming punishing. “Yes fuck Y/n, take it,” he rasped, grabbing my leg and pulling it to rest on his shoulder, letting him hit deeper inside me.
“Oh fuck!” I moan loudly at the new angle, “yes fuck right there.” All I can hear is the loud wet slapping of skin and me and chris’s moans as he rails me. I never really thought about what Chris would be like during sex, but if I had to guess hed be very vanilla, I mean hes like a golden retriever, but how he's acting right now begs to differ.
“Fuck yeah, be a good girl and take your best friend's cock” he groans, thrusting into me harshly. I can't even form a sentence when he pulls out of me and flips me around, “ass up slut” he barks the order at me, and I oblige, lifting my hips up as I feel his tip meet my entrance again, and he slams back into me.
“Fuck” he drags the word out, relishing in the feeling of my tight cunt wrapped around his dick. His eyes run over my body lading on my round, plump ass. He pulls his hand back and lands a harsh smack across it, making me yelp. He lands another one, rubbing over the sting, my ass now red. “Good girl,” he groans, smacking my ass again.
His thrusts find a harsh pace, his hands on my hips pulling me back to meet his thrusts. “Yes fuck your so wet,” he groans at the wet squelches. “Yes, yes fuck!” I scream through his harsh
thrusts, “want your best friend to fill you up.” he questions fucking me into the couch as my cunt begins to spasm. “yes chris please.” I plead, “Be a good slut and beg for it.”
“Please chris, fill me up.. Fill my pussy” I whine. “mm good girl,” he groans behind me, speeding his thrusts up, pulling almost all the way out, and slamming back inside me as he reaches around, finding my clit, rubbing harsh and fast circles on it.
My moans become more breathy and high-pitched “oh fuck!” I scream as I cum all over Chris’s dick, shaking as I ride out my high.
But chris doesnt slow, he fucks me through my orgasm, chasing his own high, my overstimulated, spasming cunt pushing him over the edge as he cums deep in my pussy, filling me to the brim. “Yes fuck, fuck” he grunts as he cums.
We both still, catching our breath before he pulls out of me. I slump, lying down on my stomach as his cum leaks out of my used cunt. He notices this gathering all of it up with his finger before shoving it back inside, making me gasp and jump from overstimulation.
After we catch our breath, he carries me to the bathroom to pee and shower. “Should have fucked you sooner,” he said as he carried me to the bathroom. “Didn't know you wanted to,” I said back, my voice raspy from yelling.
Let's just say this Christmas weekend was a lot different than the other ones.
candy cane
You and bestfriend!chris have a sleep over at your parents vacation cabin up in the mountains. But what happens when candy cane tasting doesn’t go as planned…
Warnings: cursing, smut. m&f receiving, Softdom!chris, sub!reader, size kink, food play, p n v.
wc: 2.5k
Christmas me and Chris’s favorite time of year. Ive know chris since 3rd grade, we are now in college, and there hasn't been a day where ive gone without talking to Chris. We are quite literally two peas in a pod, a combo deal, when you think of the word bestfriends youd probably see our faces.
Christmas is our favorite time of year because we get to drink hot cocoa, watch the best movies, play in the snow, and eat our favorite candy, candy canes. This year was a little different than the other years; usually, we would just spend a weekend at each other's houses doing our favorite things before Christmas.
But this year, my parents told me I could use our Christmas vacation home way up in the mountains, so the first thing I did was ask Chris. He obviously said yes, which brings us to now. Way up in the mountains in a winter cabin, doing our favorite thing.
Every year, Chris and I go to a bunch of stores and buy a plethora of different candy canes. Chocolate, pickle, bacon, strawberry, cherry, basically any flavor you can think of, we have probably tried.
I'm sitting on the couch covered by soft, fluffy blankets in the living room that overlooks the snowy mountains, the only source of light being the Christmas tree and the crackling fire from the fireplace. Chris was making us hot chocolate in the kitchen while I laid out all the candy canes we bought for the trip.
Once Chris finished making our hot chocolate and walked back into the living room, joining me on the couch under all the blankets. “We really bought a lot this year,” he stated, his eyes scanning over all the flavors of candy cane. Usually, Chris and I try to get the nastiest flavors out of curiosity, but this year we bought a lot of normal flavors too, like cherry, lime, vanilla, etc.
“Yeah, well, why not go all out for the best Christmas sleepover yet? I mean, look at this place its like if christmas where a place, it would be here.” I raised my hands, looking around the cabin. Chris chuckles, “This place looks like Santa threw up in here.”
Chris leaned forward, grabbing the mac and cheese-flavored candy canes. “Let's try these first,” he said as he ripped the box open, pulling out one for us. “Chris, this is gonna be so nasty.” My face scrunches up in disgust just thinking about the taste.
Chris unwrapped the candy cane, popping it in his mouth, his face immediately scrunched up in disgust. “This is so nasty, Y/n,” he mumbled, mouth full of mac and cheese candy cane flavor. “Here, try,” he said, pulling the candy cane out of his mouth and shoving it into my hands.
I popped it into my mouth, having the same reaction as chris “Oh my God, this is disguting chris!” I gagged, pulling it out of my mouth and discarding it in the trash.
About 15 candy canes later, we had tried flavors like bacon, maple syrup, and some fruity flavors. When we got to the ketchup one, we both almost threw up. I leaned forward, reaching for my hot cocoa while Chris opened the cherry-flavored candy cane.
He sucked on the cherry candy cane, sighing in relief after all the horrid flavors we had tried prior. “This ones so good, Y/n,” Chris stated, pulling the candy cane out of his mouth bring it towards me.
My hands were full from holding my hot coco so I just opened my mouth for Chris to feed me the candy cane. He laughed a little, his eyes dropping down to my open mouth to insert the candy cane.
Once it was inside i closed my lips around it, sucking it, closing my eyes and letting out a loud sigh in relief, but when my eyes opened back up chris’s gaze was still locked onto my mouth with the candy cane in it, his lips slightly parted.
My heart leaped in my chest, I've always been close with chris and people always say we are too close or that we are secretly inlove, which we both have always denied. But I can admit Chris is very attractive, and if it weren't for us being bestfriends id be all over him.
But we’re just friends, right? But the way he's looking at my lips right now makes me want to do things friends shouldn't. Im pulled from my thoughts when I feel the candy cane being pulled out of my mouth.
I look back up at chris whos still shamelessly staring at my mouth, but im taken aback when he pushes the candy cane back in slowly. He continues pushing the candy cane back in until he can't anymore, making me gag a little when it hits the back of my throat.
Chris is still staring at me in awe as he continues sliding the candy cane in and out of my mouth. I feel heat pool low in my stomach, and my heart speeds up; it's pounding in my ears at this point.
This feels so wrong but so right, I mean, Chris is my best friend and best friends aren't supposed to do this, but how can I not when he looks so good, and he's literally making me suck off a candy cane.
“So pretty,” Chris finally speaks, continuing his movements. I start to suck more on the candy cane, Chris’s eyes look at my mouth, and my eyes his breathing now ridget “fuck Y/n.” he breathes out, pulling the candy cane out of my mouth to replace it with his two fingers.
His fingers rest on my tongue before sliding back, causing me to gag again. He pulls his fingers from my mouth as he stands up right infront of me. “Im jealous..” he says, unzipping his pants, letting his pants and boxers drop down around his ankles. “Jealous of a fucking candy cane,” he huffs as his cock slaps against his stomach, hard and pulsing.
My eyes immediately drop down from his face to his dick, it's big, and his tip is red and angry from how hard he is. I admire his length, feeling my panties begin to uncomfortably stick to my core.
Im about to suck my best friend's dick, something I've only ever had dreams about, like once or twice of course… But something I've never thought I’d actually do. I look back up at him almost as if im asking for permission, even though if very obvious as to what he wants, before reaching forward and wrapping my hands around his dick.
I slowly pump him a few times, my thumb running over the tip, causing him to hiss before licking a strip up the underside of his dick and taking the tip into my mouth. He groans when I start to suck on his ti,p slowly taking more and more of him. My hands work up and down on what i havent taken yet.
Chris’s head flies back, his hips subtly rocking back and forth. “fuck your mouth feels so good,” he groans, thrusting more of his cock into my mouth. Chris’s hips begin to thrust in and out of my mouth, fucking my face now. Tears form in my eyes as his cock hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag on him.
My panties are well beyond soaked now as I reach down to draw lazy circles over my clothed clit. Chris notices this, letting another groan out, “You like choking on your best friend's dick?”
I whimper in return, nodding my head as he continues to fuck my face.
Chris pulled my hair back into a make-shift pony, keeping me in place as his thrusts speed up. I feel his dick pulse; he's on edge, but just when I think he's about to cum, he pulls out of my mouth, shoving me back on the couch. “That's not where I wanna cum tonight,” he says as his hands find my pajama pants, pulling them down.
His shirt and my shirt follow suit, landing in a pile on the cabin floor. His gaze drops down to my panties, smirking at the big wet spot. “All this for me?” I nod in response. “What's got you so quiet?” he asks, his hand finding my tit, plaming it. I shrug in response, but that's not the answer he wanted.
He leans down, nipping at my neck. “I asked you a question, is this?” his hand presses against my clothed core. “For me?” he mumbles against my neck. “Fuck!” my hips buck up into his hands. “yes its for you,” I whisper as his thumb glides over my clothes' clit. “mm she speaks. He huffs before yanking my underwear off, making me gasp.
He leans back, looking at my drooling cunt, pumping himself a few times. “Chris theres no way that's going to fit,” I say, looking down at his hefty length. “Why not?” he asks, his head turning sideways like a dog. “You're so…” I blush, feeling embarrassed for what im about to say. “Big”
He chuckles, “Yeah?” he takes his fingers, running them through my folds a few times, stopping at my entrance. “I think you can take it,” he says, his fingers sliding in me, making me moan.
As his fingers pump in and out of me, my pussy clamps down onto them.
His fingers are much longer than mine, reaching places I've never reached before. “Fuck chris” I moan, my eyes squeezed shut as he works me open, scissoring his fingers to stretch me more. After a few minutes of fingering me, he pulls his fingers out of me, causing me to sigh at the loss of contact, but im cut off from saying anything when I feel his tip nudge my entrance. I lift my hips, trying to push him inside of me, but his hand grabs my hips, pinning them down. “Please chris,” I whine. “You gotta earn it,” he says, running his tip through my folds, “Beg for it”.
“Please chris need it,” I whimper, trying to create more friction with my hips, but Chris’s strong hold keeps me from doing that. “Beg harder,” he huffs at my attempts to grind against his dick. “Please fuck Chris, need you to fuck me.. Please ill do anything,” I beg, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
Chris smirks before shoving his dick into me as we both moan in unison. Even though his teasing was meant for me, it also pained him just as much not to just thrust into me right away. “Shit, Y/n, you're so tight,” he groaned, rocking his hips back and forth. “You're so big,” I replied. “Yeah, it's only half,” he said before thrusting deeper into me.
His hips stilled inside me, letting me adjust for a minute. My cunt rhythmically clenched around his length as I adjusted to his size; it felt like he was splitting me in half. Just as I was about to ask him to move, he leaned over to the coffee table, grabbed the cherry candy cane, popping it into his mouth for a second, then bringing it down to my nipple, running the sticky candy over it.
He runs the candy over my nipple a few more times, then leans down, sucking the candy flavor off my nipple. “Mm, you're like my own personal candy cane now,” he groans against my chest, his hips starting to rock back and forth as he takes the candy and runs it over my other nipple Stimulating me more.
He forms a rhythm in no time fucking me with need and want. “Oh! Yes chris!” I moan, feeling his tip hit my G-spot “right there.” I whimper.
His hips speed up, forming a harsh rhythm as he leans back and continues to run the candy over my nipple. Everything felt like too much but not enough at the same time. “Faster chris” I whine, arching my back off the couch. “You take your best friend's cock so well,” he grunted, his thrust quickening, becoming punishing. “Yes fuck Y/n, take it,” he rasped, grabbing my leg and pulling it to rest on his shoulder, letting him hit deeper inside me.
“Oh fuck!” I moan loudly at the new angle, “yes fuck right there.” All I can hear is the loud wet slapping of skin and me and chris’s moans as he rails me. I never really thought about what Chris would be like during sex, but if I had to guess hed be very vanilla, I mean hes like a golden retriever, but how he's acting right now begs to differ.
“Fuck yeah, be a good girl and take your best friend's cock” he groans, thrusting into me harshly. I can't even form a sentence when he pulls out of me and flips me around, “ass up slut” he barks the order at me, and I oblige, lifting my hips up as I feel his tip meet my entrance again, and he slams back into me.
“Fuck” he drags the word out, relishing in the feeling of my tight cunt wrapped around his dick. His eyes run over my body lading on my round, plump ass. He pulls his hand back and lands a harsh smack across it, making me yelp. He lands another one, rubbing over the sting, my ass now red. “Good girl,” he groans, smacking my ass again.
His thrusts find a harsh pace, his hands on my hips pulling me back to meet his thrusts. “Yes fuck your so wet,” he groans at the wet squelches. “Yes, yes fuck!” I scream through his harsh
thrusts, “want your best friend to fill you up.” he questions fucking me into the couch as my cunt begins to spasm. “yes chris please.” I plead, “Be a good slut and beg for it.”
“Please chris, fill me up.. Fill my pussy” I whine. “mm good girl,” he groans behind me, speeding his thrusts up, pulling almost all the way out, and slamming back inside me as he reaches around, finding my clit, rubbing harsh and fast circles on it.
My moans become more breathy and high-pitched “oh fuck!” I scream as I cum all over Chris’s dick, shaking as I ride out my high.
But chris doesnt slow, he fucks me through my orgasm, chasing his own high, my overstimulated, spasming cunt pushing him over the edge as he cums deep in my pussy, filling me to the brim. “Yes fuck, fuck” he grunts as he cums.
We both still, catching our breath before he pulls out of me. I slump, lying down on my stomach as his cum leaks out of my used cunt. He notices this gathering all of it up with his finger before shoving it back inside, making me gasp and jump from overstimulation.
After we catch our breath, he carries me to the bathroom to pee and shower. “Should have fucked you sooner,” he said as he carried me to the bathroom. “Didn't know you wanted to,” I said back, my voice raspy from yelling.
Let's just say this Christmas weekend was a lot different than the other ones.
@whore4chris @urfaveprettypsycho
bsfchris x bsfreader out tomorrow night, i’ve been working on it, and have lots of writers block…
What should I write??
professorchris x studentreader
bsfchris x bsfreader Christmas edition.
princechris x princessreader
The difference is coming to an end, and I was just wondering what to write next!
or i could just do all..
The difference Pt6
What happens when you're forced to move in with your childhood enemy? Is he just a spoiled rich boy who only cares about himself? Are you just the girl he's decided to hate? Or is there something deeper? Or will the difference between you two push you apart?
Warnings: cursing, fingering, fake dating,
So this part wasnt long, but things are getting juicy...
After Chris and I’s thing, or whatever that was, yesterday, I decided to stay in my room for the remainder of the day, which was until dinner. Our parents insisted on having dinner at the dinner table every night, i dont know why but they said something along the lines of “we all havent done this in so long its a nice way to end the day.” so against my will i walked down stairs to see both of our parents sitting down, our moms next to each other and our fathers at each end of the table and one empty seat right next to chris.
I sat down, not batting an eye at him. It was like the tension was eating me alive. It had never been like this before. I mean, yeah, I could barely stand being in the same room with him, but this time was different.
Mary Lou had made shepherd's pie for dinner, and I was just trying to finish my dinner and go back to my room when Chris cleared his throat and grabbed my hand, oh my- no, what is he doing??
“ Y/n and I are dating,” Chris said with a big smile on his face. Both of our parents stopped placing their forks down while giving each other confused looks, they knew me and Chris didnt like each other and had always said we would end up together or that we were secretly in love, but we always brushed them off and told them they were delusional.
But now Chris was making all their words come true, the secret being in love, the “you guys are going to end up together.” What was he doing? I kicked Chris’s leg under the table, and he shot me a glare before squeezing my hand tighter, “Yeah, we realised you guys were right, we’ve just been in love this whole time. Right, Y/n?” Chris asked, looking over at me. “Uh, yeah, yeah, just so in love,” I fake-smiled while squeezing his hand back.
Our parents seem to believe us and just congratulated us on “being in love”. After dinner, I was walking back upstairs when Chris caught up. “What were you doing? Trying to get us caught in a lie?” Chris nudged my arm. “You never said we were telling them?! Now how are we going to explain to them we aren't in love when we have to break up our FAKE relationship?” I ask as we got to the top of the stairs.
“We are going to need to be a couple in public, and my mom knows, like every other mom in this neighbourhood, it would eventually get back to them anyway,” Chris responded. “Okay, well, don't do anything without running it past me from here on out, okay?” Chris nodded in response before saying, “Well, goodnight, babe.” I cringed at the words on the outside, but on the inside, I was melting. Why were his words starting to have such an effect on me? “We are only dating to the public, don't be weird in private, Chris.” And with that, I walked into my room.
Sleep came slowly, but when morning finally arrived, I awoke with a mixture of anxiety and determination. The sunlight streamed through my window, casting a warm glow across the room. I took a deep breath as I got ready, carefully picking out an outfit that screamed confidence but still felt like me. Downstairs, I was greeted by the enticing smell of breakfast again. Chris was already at the table, scrolling through his phone, his tousled hair making him look effortlessly good.
When he noticed me, his eyes sparkled, and a smirk spread across his face. “Morning, gorgeous,” he teased, that familiar cockiness in his voice. “Ready to show off our ‘relationship’ today?” I rolled my eyes but felt my cheeks warm slightly. “Oh, please. Let’s just get through the day without making it more dramatic than it has to be,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light.
He chuckled, that playful glint still evident in his eyes. “Dramatic? Where’s the fun in that? You know it’s going to be a spectacle, especially for Scott.” As we finished breakfast, I couldn’t ignore the butterflies swirling in my stomach. Today, we would reveal our so-called relationship to the world, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that Chris was going to enjoy this just a bit too much. The drive to school was filled with banter, Chris flirting shamelessly with me while I tried to keep my composure. “You’ve gotta lighten up, Y/N! Just think of it as acting. We're in a rom-com now,” he declared, grinning at me. “More like a rom-train-wreck,” I shot back, shaking my head, but I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.
When we arrived at school, the parking lot was already buzzing with students. As we stepped out of the car, Chris grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers, and gave me a playful look. “Time to put on the show.” I took a deep breath as we walked toward the entrance, trying to brace myself for the stares and whispers that would undoubtedly follow.
The moment we stepped inside, I could feel dozens of eyes on us. “Look at the happy couple!” someone shouted, laughter filling the air. Chris puffed his chest out, clearly relishing the attention, while I fought the urge to hide. “Thanks! We know we look good,” he called back, flashing that charming grin that made my stomach flip. I couldn’t decide whether to be annoyed or impressed with how easily he fell into the role of the cocky boyfriend. As we approached our lockers, I caught sight of Scott leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a bemused expression on his face.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the new power couple,” he quipped, an eyebrow raised. “Yep, you’re looking at the hottest couple in school,” Chris said, his tone light but confident. He leaned slightly closer to me, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “Right, babe?” Caught off guard, I stammered, “Um, yes! Totally,” my cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. Scott looked between us, trying to gauge if this was real. “Seriously? You two?” “Oh, it’s definitely real,” Chris replied with a wink, leaning closer to me again, making it look like I was in on the joke.
“Right, Y/N?” I forced a smile, my heart racing. “Yeah! Real. As in, we’re not just friends anymore, Scott.” The words tumbled out faster than I’d intended, but I went with it. Chris laughed, giving me a light squeeze on my hand. “See? She’s totally into it. Who wouldn’t be with me?” I shot him a glare, unwilling to admit that his confidence was somewhat infectious.
Scott looked between us for any signs that we were lying, but I guess Chris’s overly confident persona convinced him because he just rolled his eyes and walked away. As I put my bag away in my locker, I couldn't help but feel a little bit relieved that the moment Chris and I had yesterday didn't make things incredibly awkward between us.
He was so good at making us seem like a couple that I had felt like I wasn't really pulling my own weight, but if im being honest, other than Scott, I hadn't really had a real relationship, and know what I do now about Scott, I know he wasn't a real relationship either.
But there was just something different about Chris now; he was much easier to talk to, like this morning in the car, he kept making jokes, and I didn't show this obviously. Still, they didn't bother me like they used to; they weren't as annoying. Part of me actually wanted to laugh, but that would stroke his ego too much, and trust me, the last person who needs their ego stroked is Chris.
The rest of the day, anytime Chris saw me, he smiled at me, one time even blew me a kiss, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't give me butterflies, but I could never let Chris know that.
After school, Chris and I were sitting in the living room, our parents not home yet. I turned to Chris, “So, when are we acting on the whole getting Scott and your whole gang locked up?” I questioned. “We?” Chris questions back, “You're going to just keep pretending to be my girlfriend, and I'll take care of the gang and Scott,” he replied. “Okay, so im just a pawn? You do realise im the one he had kidnapped, and I was the one who got hurt, I wanna lock him up just as much as you do,” I replied, feeling my anger build. “I know that Y/n but ive been trying to figure out how to do this forever, i dont need you to mess it all up.” those words struck hard, “i thought that maybe you had changed since boston, but turns out i was wrong,” i replied before storming off to my room not coming out until dinner, but i mostly ignored chris and just hurried up and ate my dinner.
Chris lay in bed, tossing and turning as guilt gnawed at him. The memory of the harsh words he’d thrown at Y/N replayed in his mind: telling her that she’d ruin the plan to lock up Scott and the gang if she tried to do anything more than just pretend to be his girlfriend.
He had been overwhelmed by the stress of the scheme and lashed out at her when all she wanted was to help. It didn’t sit right with him, and he knew he needed to make things right. As the clock ticked past midnight and the house slipped into a tranquil silence, Chris resolved to act. After all, Y/N hadn’t just come all the way to LA to play a part in his plan.
He slipped out of bed with determination, ensuring he didn’t wake his parents, and crept down the softly carpeted hallway toward her room. After a quick knock received no answer, he turned the knob and stepped into her dimly lit sanctuary. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across her space, highlighting the personal touches she had added—a few framed photos, posters of her favorite bands, and a cozy reading nook piled with books.
Y/N lay on her bed, her dark hair splayed across the pillow, a look of surprise crossing her face as he entered. “Chris?” she murmured, propping herself up on one elbow. “Hey,” he replied softly, stepping further into the room. “Can we talk?” “Sure,” she replied, her tone cautious yet inviting. She tossed the covers aside and sat up, her gaze steady on him. Chris took a deep breath, anxiety mixing with determination. “I messed up earlier. I’m sorry for saying you’d ruin everything. I was stressed and took it out on you when you’re just trying to help. I really regret it.” For a moment, Y/N stared at him, her expression a mixture of understanding and hurt.
“I appreciate that, Chris. I just wanted you to know I’m in this with you, not against you.” “Exactly,” he said, stepping closer, urgency creeping into his voice. “You’ve done so much for me, and I don’t want to make you feel unappreciated. I want to show you how much you mean to me.” A charged silence filled the room as their eyes locked. Chris sensed the palpable tension between them, something deeper stirring beneath the surface. He took a step closer, feeling the heat radiating from her, and in that moment, he knew he wanted to make it up to her in a more intimate way.
“Y/N,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Promise you won't punch me for this.” Her breath caught for a moment, surprise flickering in her eyes before she softened. “Chris..” He stepped even closer, reaching out to brush a thumb over her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers. “I want to show you how much I care.”
With a mix of anticipation and courage, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a gentle yet firm kiss. It was tentative at first, as if they were both testing the waters, but the sensation quickly ignited into something deeper, more passionate. As Y/N responded, her hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. Chris felt a rush of relief and exhilaration wash over him as he pressed his body against hers. The kiss transformed from an apology to a promise. He never wanted to misrepresent their connection again; this was real, and he wanted her to feel it.
As Chris kissed me, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The kiss didnt break didn't falter, it only seemed to get deeper. Chris walked me backwards until the back of my knees hit the edge of my bed. He broke the kiss only to push me back onto my bed before crawling onto my bed, hovering over me. His eyes locked onto mine, almost trying to read my mind, silently asking for permission. When he saw that I wasn't backing away, he leaned back in, capturing my lips in another heat-filled kiss.
His free hand that wasn't holding himself up found the side of my neck, squeezing slightly, then sliding down to my waist, and his lips trailed hot open mouth kisses down the collum of my neck. My body leaned into his touch, and I could feel him smiling against my skin. His lips worked their way down to my chest before coming to an abrupt stop.
Chris sat up with that same shit eating grin on his face, “someone's needy,” his hands continued to rub up and down my sides. I rolled my eyes in response, but he just chuckled, “needy but still too stubborn to admit it, should I just leave?” he said, going to stand up, but I caught his hand before he could. “No, don't,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Huh? Couldn't quite hear ya, baby.” My face grew red before I spoke louder. “Please don't go,” he chuckled again. “I wasn't planning on it, just wanted to hear you beg a little,” he said before leaning back down and latching his lips back onto my neck. His hand that’s resting on my stomach now, slowly sliding down to just above the waistband of my sweat pants. “Chris,” I said, my breath hitching as his fingers just barely slip under the waistband. “What is it, pretty girl?” he mumbled against my neck.
“Don't tease,” I replied, “I’m not, jus relax.” And with that, his hand slipped past my waistband, his hand pressing against my clothed core, causing me to let out a small whine. He moved his fingers in small circles over my clit, feeling the wet on my panties that is now soaking his hand. “Mm, so wet for me already?” he questioned, sitting up a little to look at me.
feeling a little embarrassed by how easily Chris had turned me on, I turned away, but he firmly grabbed my jaw, facing me back towards him, “Ah, don't look away, wanna see that pretty face,” he said as his fingers slipped under my panties, now finding my bare core, rubbing tight circles on my clit. I let a small moan out as one finger pressed against my entrance before sliding inside, pumping slowly before he added another finger, his thumb still working on my clit.
He began pumping his fingers faster, drawing more moans out of me, his lips going back to sucking and kissing my neck. He continued his work on my swollen clit, his fingers pumping faster and harder.
“Fuck Chris, yes!” I moaned, my back arching off my bed. “There you go, pretty girl, that's it.” Chris’s fingers continued plunging in and out of my soaked cunt with such skill that I was so close, I could feel the knot forming low and deep in my stomach. “Chris, fu..fuck gonna cum” I moaned again, grabbing his bicep to try and ground myself.
Chris’s pace didn't falter, he worked me through and earth earth-shattering orgasm as I moaned out his name. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Chris!” I yelled as his fingers slowed, and he soon pulled them out. I peeled my eyes open to see Chris bringing his fingers to his mouth, then sucking my juices clean off of them. “Fuck pretty girl, you taste just as good as you look,” he said, leaning forward to kiss my forehead before rolling over to lie next to me.
“Yeah, im gonna need to see that pretty face when you come again”, he chuckled, “I don't think im gonna be able to go without feeling that ever again”, I joked back, still out of breath. Chris rolled over, putting his head on my chest as he idly drew light patterns over my stomach, and for the rest of the night, we lay there like that. Together.
But this new feeling, would it make a difference between us? Could this be something sweet, or something sour?
Hey everyone i’m sorry that the next part of The difference is taking so long i’ve been super busy and haven’t had time to write but im going to try and get it out by thursday or friday!
The difference Pt5.
What happens when you're forced to move in with your childhood enemy? Is he just a spoiled rich boy who only cares about himself? Are you just the girl he's decided to hate? Or is there something deeper? Or will the difference between you two push you apart?
The tension is building.... also this part is a little short but i promise the next one is gonna be longer and much more juicy!
Warnings: cursing, angst, sexual tension.
I woke up the next morning, dreading having to be all lovey-dovey with Chris. I rolled out of bed and hopped in the shower. Once I was finished, I blow-dried my hair, put on a dark blue long-sleeve shirt, a tan mini skirt, and Mary Jane pumps with some leg warmers. I did a light makeup routine, not wanting to overdo it, and finished everything off with my signature strawberry perfume.
We didn't have school today, because the teacher gets certain days off for extra grading time. Our parents, on the other hand, still had work today, so it was going to be just me and Chris all day. Great.
I walked down the hall to Chris’s room, knocking loudly on his door. He didn't answer for a minute, so I knocked harder and heard him groan and mumble through the door, “Chris, wake up, I don't have all day,” I shouted.
When Chris finally opened the door, I immediately noticed his disheveled look—he wore blue plaid pajama pants that sat a little too low on his hips and a black tee. His hair was messy, but I snapped to attention when he spoke. "Can you give me like 20 minutes to shower and change?" he asked, his voice still raspy with sleep.
Rolling my eyes at having to wait for Chris, I said, "You better hurry," before going back to my room to scroll on my phone while he got ready. After about 20 minutes, I decided to head back to his room.
This time, I didn't knock and just barged in. “Are you ready ye-” I paused. Chris was standing there with just a towel on his toothbrush in his mouth, staring at me. Then he smirked, “You tryna get a peek at me or somethin'?” he mumbled his mouth full of toothpaste.
“No ew! Just hurry up,” I said, flustered, before closing the door back and just deciding to stand outside his door and wait. A few minutes late, he opened the door back up, his cologne hitting me instantly, and I have to admit it smelt good..
“Come on in,” he motioned for me to walk past him into the room. I walked past him into the room. “So why do we need to practice again?” I asked, looking at Chris as he closed his door. “Well, we have always hated each other, so we need to practice making our fake dating flow, you know?” I raised an eyebrow at his response. “Flow? Flow how?” I questioned again.
“Like, let's say we are out and I got to hug you or hold your hand and you don't pick up on it, vice versa, I don't think I've ever even hugged you, so we gotta figure out all that shit too,” he replied.
I nodded in response “so what are we doing first?” he smirked before pulling his phone out, “i did some research last night of like couples that go to our school, online couples and just couple photos online.” he turned his phone around to show me hs notes app that has a checklist of “couple things” and pictures of couples for reference.
“We gotta take some convincing picture, and just practice our dating story and whatnot. I mean, it can't be that hard,” and oh boy was Chris wrong. We argued for 30 minutes about our whole how we met story. Chris wanted to say “Me and y/n go way back and we just always had a crush on a each other and we just fell in love. She just couldnt hide it anymore” and i wanted it to be “we knew each other when we where little but we didnt talk much but when chris saw me now he instantly fell in love, charmed me up and now we are the happiest couple.” we argued until he finally agreed to do my story instead.
Then came the fake couple's pictures. We were standing in front of Chris’s bathroom mirror, trying to decide on a pose. “Well, y/n if you'd let me touch you, this wouldn't be so hard, no one's gonna believe us if we are just standing in the mirror,” Chris said, scrolling for more inspo on his phone. “Chris, im sure we can find one that doesn't include your hands being all over me.” I rolled my eyes.
Chris found a photo, it was the guy standing behind the girl, one hand on her hip, and the other holding the phone, and she was leaning back into him with her arms crossed, smiling at the phone. “Come on, this one isn’t that bad,” Chris pleaded. “Fine, but hurry up,” I sighed.
Chris’s hand grabbed my hip, yanking me back against him while he fumbled with his phone to get to the photo app. When he held the phone up, I smiled up at the phone as Chris did the same, and he snapped the picture. “You look so stiff, we need to retake this,” he said, looking at the pictures, his hand still on my hip.
He leaned down and whispered, “Loosen up and relax, it's just me”. His warm breath made a shiver go down my spine, and Chris noticed because when my eyes met his in the mirror, he was already grinning at me. He then gave me a squeeze before saying, “Come on, smile,” and I did as he took the picture.
“See this one's much better,” he then brought the phone in front of me to show me. I looked at the picture, and I mean, if I didn't know any better, I'd think we were a real couple. I slightly nudged Chris away with my elbow since his hand was still on my hip, and he backed up, letting go of my hip.
“Okay, that picture is cute and all, but we are going to need something better, something more convincing,” he stated. “And what is that?” i questioned, he sat there deep in throught for a second before walking over to his gaming chair, sitting down then man spreading . “come here” he waved me over towards him and i followed, once i was infront of him he said “sit” i gave him a confused look before saying “where?”
“My lap,” he responded. “Oh hell no, Chris, are you crazy?!” I went to back away, but Chris grabbed my wrist. “Just sit for a minute, I won't bite, unless you want me to,” he smirked before reaching his other hand around, grabbing my hip, and tugging me down into his lap. Once I was seated, he spun the chair around to face his gaming computer. “Grab that controller and act like you're playing the game,” he motioned towards the black controller that was sitting on his desk.
I reached forward and grabbed it, and when I leaned back, Chris grabbed my hips and moved me onto his right leg. Once I was situated, he pulled his phone, snaked his opposite hand around my waist onto my thigh. “Chris,“ I warned, he was getting a little too touchy. “Chill,” he responded.
Chris snapped the picture and i went to stand up but his hand slid to my hip again golding me in place “wait one more picture” he said before turning his gaming chair to face his full length mirror he had in his room “turn around” he patted my hip “chris im wearing a skirt” I motioned towards my skirt “im not gonna look ill keep my eyes up” he reassured so i obliged standig up and turning around to crawl back into his lap straddling him.
“Lean forward and put your head on my shoulder,” he instructed, his hand the went to my hip, his fingers a little close to my ass. I, on the other hand, wrapped my arms around his neck, and one hand went into his hair, and I swore I heard a groan, but I didn't wanna question.
But Chris, he knew you most definitely heard that, he couldn't help his self, I mean you were sitting ontop of him, looking so pretty, he couldn't help his mind from wandering about how you'd look in the position with less clothes, about how much he wanted to move his hand just a little further and grab and handful of your a-.
“Chris, hurry up and take the picture,” your voice snapped him out of his dirty thoughts. He hurriedly snapped the picture, but when you sat back up to get off of him, he let out a small groan. You had just brushed up against his boner, which he was already struggling with this whole morning since he saw you.
“Chris?” you questioned, looking at his flustered state, and that when you felt it, something hard poking your thigh, “Chris! Ew!” you jumped, causing him to whine, “stop movin.” he grabbed your hip, holding you still. “Chris, you perv let go of me,” you shouted, “it's not because of you, it just happens.” Lie, it was most definitely because of you, but Chris couldn't let you know that.
“If you stop movin it will go away eventually” he said peeking his eye open to look up at you, your face was tomato red now as you looked down at him, but truthfully your face wasnt red from disgust, it was because you where emmbrassed, emmbrassed that you werent disgusted, that even if you wanted to be disgusted you couldnt because secretly you felt heat rise over your body, and you almost wanted to feel more of his d- no y/n bad thoughts dont think that You fought internally with yourself.
Chris could basically see the war going on inside your head, but he didn't know what it was about; he just knew that you were thinking hard. “What's going on inside that pretty head?” he questioned. You immediately snapped back to reality, “Wh.. What?” You stumbled over your words. Chris glared at you as you sat there silently.
Chris noticed your flushed face and the way you stumbled over your words, connecting dots in his head, but he wasn't sure, so he tested something. Chris’s grip on your hip loosened for a second, but you didn't make an effort to move. He contemplated for a second before rutting his hips up against you to see how you'd react.
When Chris rutted up against you, you let out a sharp gasp, and that told him everything he was wondering. You were secretly enjoying this, whether it be because it's Chris or just because he's just a guy that's touching you. Chris felt his ego go through the rough. “Oh, I see,” Chris said, grinning from ear to ear, “you're needy.” his hands slid down to the tops of your thighs, then back up to your waist, leaving goosebumps in the wake “chris” i breathed out “yeah?” he answered “i-” i was cut off by his phone ringing. It was Scott. Chris rolled his eyes before answering.
While they talked, I got off of him and walked over to his bed, sitting down to think about everything that had just happened. I was speechless. No one has ever made me feel like this, let alone Chris. My panties were sticking uncomfortably to me, and my heart was racing.
After a few long minutes, Chris hung up “We gotta practice more some other time he wants me to come over and talk about everything, probably just to lie to me so he doesnt get caught up” he said before grabbing his keys and a jacket.
I nodded and got up to walk back to my room. I could feel Chris’s eyes on me. Once I was back in my room, I lay in my bed thinking about the moments prior. Why was I feeling this way about Chris? How was I feeling this way because of Chris? thoughts flooded my mind about Chris and what would've happened if Scott hadn't called.
Pt5 of the difference either friday or Saturday i’ve been super busy…
The difference Pt4.
What happens when you're forced to move in with your childhood enemy? Is he just a spoiled rich boy who only cares about himself? Are you just the girl he's decided to hate? Or is there something deeper? Or will the difference between you two push you apart?
soo i totally didn’t start writing this part right after Pt3..
warnings: reader being hurt, angst!!, mentions of m masterbation, cursing,
this part chris is being a little tease but Y/n is still stubborn as always..
I woke up Sunday morning, feeling very groggy. I almost thought that maybe I had dreamed of everything that happened last night, but when I wrist brushed against the covers and I let a wince of pain out, I knew it wasn't a dream. Everything that happened last night kept replaying in my head, but most of all was how gentle and caring Chris was being. It was such a different feeling that it felt like my brain was going to override.
I tried to push the thought of Chris somewhere else and rolled over to grab my phone. To my surprise, it was already 12:30 pm. I sighed before rolling out of bed to take a shower.
After I was finished with my shower, I headed downstairs, walking past the living room, and something caught my eye. It was Chris, who was lying on the couch watching dashcam videos on the TV. He was wearing a black tee and sweat pants that hung low.. Too low. He hadn't noticed me; he was very invested in the TV.
The slight glow made him look even hotter.. Wait! I did not just say that. I hurriedly walked away into the kitchen. There's no way I just thought the Chris Sturniolo, the boy who has made it his life's meaning to bully me, was hot. I rubbed my temples, almost trying to push the thought out, when I heard a voice behind me. Chris
“Finally up?” he questioned. I turned around, meeting his gaze, he was holding an empty can of Pepsi staring right at me with the smirk, that God forsaken smirk. No Y/N stop. “Yeah,, I chuckled back, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “Are your wrists okay?” as said as he motioned towards my wrists that were covered by my hoodie. “Chris?! Be quiet,” I whisper yelled. “No one home but us, it's fine, relax,” he reassured. I sighed before pulling my sleeves up to show the red marks left from the ropes last night.
Chris almost winced him self seeing how bad they were. “Does it hurt?” he asked before reaching out and pulling my sleeve up higher, and his fingers brushed the skin of my arm ever so slightly, but that didn't matter; it still sent a shiver up my spine. I looked at him to find him already looking down at me. “I..uh.. It's just a little sore.” Omg, Y/n, get yourself together! It's just Chris. Why am I acting like this? This whatever this tension was between me and Chris was too much, and I think Chris caught on to it because when I finally snapped out of thoughts, he was still staring at me, looking at me like he wanted to.. Kiss me? No, no, he always looks this way, right? But before I could decide, he pulled away, clearing his throat before rubbing the back of his neck. “I uh should go... shower,” and with that, he walked back upstairs to his room.
What the actual hell was that? That whole interaction was so weird. Why did it feel like being around Chris normally was almost impossible now? I mean, yeah, he saved me, but he was still the same mean Chris, right?
I tried to shake the feelings and thoughts that were quite literally taking over my mind, and made some late lunch for myself. But Chris still lingered in the back of my head, along with the feeling of his fingers touching my arm earlier.
Chris, on the other hand, walked up to his room, closing the door behind him, then leaning back against it. He ran his hand down his face before letting his head fall back against the door with a loud thump. What the fuck was wrong with him? He had been really good at concealing his thoughts about you for 12 years, and now he couldn't help but act like a shy middle schooler around you.
He pushed off the door and walked to his bathroom before pulling his shirt over his head. He stood in front of the mirror, staring at himself, trying to stop the thoughts of you from racing in his head. He felt the tension too, and he could've sworn when his fingers grazed your arm, he saw you shiver a little bit, but he told himself that he was just seeing things and needed to get a grip.
He soon stripped off all his clothes and hopped in the shower, the cool water hitting his back helped ease his racing mind. Full of thoughts of you. Ones he kept so deep down he didn't even know they were there anymore.
Thoughts of how it would feel to hug you, how your lips would feel against his. You are in his hoodie, lying in his bed. Thoughts of how your body would feel against his, how you would fe.. chris stop, he thought to himself, but it was already too late, the thoughts racing through his head just prior had sent blood rushing to below his waist, and now he had to take care of that. Even then, he couldn't get you out of his mind while reaching down to take care of his problem, letting your name pass through his lips, followed by a groan.
While Chris was taking care of his little problem, you had finished your lunch and went back up to your room. Once in your room, you'd better examine everything the robbers hadn't taken. As you searched your drawers, you found they took several articles of jewelry, none of which were expensive, just ones from Amazon and random stores you found online. You sighed, seeing that they hadn't touched any of your favorite clothes and pictures with family.
After about 3 hours of just laying in bed thinking “why did they kidnap me?” you thought the only place to get answers had to be chris, and as much as you didnt wanna be around him not because of hate anymore but becasue you didnt know if you could control your thoughts and your self around him you finally gave in and pushed yourself to go to his room.
As you reached his door, you held your fist out and knocked three times. Chris’s voice cut through from the other side, “Come in”. You grabbed the door handle, twisting it open and stepping inside, closing it behind you. When he looked up from his phone and saw you, he immediately straightened up from his prior slouched position on his bed. “What's up?” he asked, his eyes scanning over your figure once.
“I uh wanted to ask some questions about last night.” I fiddled with my sleeves a little, waiting for his response. “Yeah, sure, come sit,” he patting the space on the bed next to him. I walked over to the edge of the bed before crawling onto it and up toward the headboard, where I propped myself up just a few inches away from Chris. The whole time, while I was doing this, I could practically feel his eyes following me.
Once I was settled, I didn't know where to start. I had so many questions. Chris must have picked up on this. “What's going on in that head that's got you so timid now?” he asked while poking a finger at my head. I didn't answer right away; I just rolled my eyes.
“Come on, ma, im just saying, usually you'd walk right in here and demand I answer every little question you have.” Ma Chris had never called me that before, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't make my head spin, but that was besides the point. Right now, I needed answers. I sighed, “I don't know,” lie, he was the reason. “I just.. With everything that happened last night. I mean, I have so many questions, like why me? And how’d you know where I was to save me…” I trailed off, and Chris was having a mental war inside his head.
Should I tell her? He thought to himself, she looks so good right now, I just wanna- no, Chris, not the time. Finally, Chris cut in, cutting you off, “I.. Uh, I need you to hear me out, okay?” he asked, and I nodded, mentally preparing for whatever was about to come out of Chris’s mouth.
Chris told me everything, starting from the beginning with Kat, the drug deal with Scott, how Scott and Kat had set him up, and even down to how Scott had betrayed Kat, too. He even told me about him beating Scott up last night for causing all this to happen to me. I felt my heart ache as he told me about how Scott had not only betrayed me but had also betrayed Chris in the past, too. Another part of me felt stupid for not listening to Chris when he had told me that Scott was dangerous.
I also felt terrible about what Kat had done to Chris, because now heard about how much he cared for her, I knew that Chris wasn't as heartless as I thought he was and that underneath all that tough guy act and coldness, it someone who cares about the people he loves.
But when I heard him mention that him being in the gang and wanted so badly to get out, I paused. “Chris, you need to tell someone, like the authorities,” I state, shifting now to face him. “No, Y/N, it's not that easy, people have tried, but they never have, and evidence of it. So if I don't have any hard ground-breaking evidence, they will get away and take me out for ratting on them.” he slumped down, feeling defeated. “Well then, I'll get Scott to spill the beans or something,” and I got up to walk back to my room to call Scott, but I was stopped by Chris, racing over and in front of me, blocking me from leaving.
“No, you're not talking to him,” he said in a stern tone. I tried to move around him, but he blocked my way. “Chris, I im trying to help you. Let me go.” I tried to shove past him, but he wrapped his arm around my waist and dragged me over to his chair before pushing me down onto it. I gasped at the sudden action, but just as I was about to yell at Chris, he grabbed my arm, pulling my sleeve up to show my arms as a reminder.
“Scott caused this, so you're not talking to him anymore. I'll figure out a way to make him slip up.” I pulled away from Chris’s grasp, crossing my arms with a pout. “So what am I supposed to do until then? Continue to be the helpless girl who needs saving?”. Chris stood back up straight and crossed his arms, looking down at me with a grin on his face, that same shit eating grin. “What?” I questioned, getting annoyed with him and how hot he looked standing above me. “I think I have an idea on how to make Scott mad, but when I tell you, you gotta promise not to freak out. Okay?” I hesitated before nodding.
“So the day i introduced you to a bunch of people scott asked me about you, and even when i got home he texted me saying how you where so pretty if you where single, trying to act like he was really into you” i nodded before he kept going “when all along he was just trying to use you to look better in our bosses eyes so if i do the same thing but I dont actually put you endanger he will get pissed and say it was his idea first and that where we get his admission to doing all of this.” I stared at Chris for a second, replaying his words over and over in my head. “So you think we should fake date, make Scott think you're selling me off to look better in your gang leader's eyes, making Scott mad cause you stole his idea, and ultimately getting him to confess his horrible ways of trying to get ‘gang member of the month’ on record?” he smiled and nodded “such a smart girl”
His praise made my brain shortcuirct for a second but i quickly snapped out of it. “so how exaclty to you plan to pull of the whole fake dating and making scott think your doing the same thing he did?” chris thought for a few seconds “well the fake dating part cant be that hard, and ill just make sure to slip up enough around him until he catches on and ill drop a date of when im doing it by ‘accident’ and he will run and he will come to me all mad talking about how it was his idea first, the boom we have our evidence.” i blinked at his confidence “you really think fake dating the person you despise is that easy?” he nodded “i can charm you up real nice dont worry about that sweetheart.” my heart fluttered but i pushed it aside “dont call me that weirdo” he laughed walking closer before leaning down to brush a peice of hard behind my ear “why cant handle pet names? Too much baby?” he teased, lowering his voice a few octaves. I stiffened at his touch, trying not to show how much he was affecting me right but he just smirked and pulled away.
i watched him pull away with a smirk playing on his face. “didnt know you where so sensitve to just my words” he chuckled. “i am not!” i spat back feeling heat rise to my cheeks. “i bet i could make you all needy if i wanted to chris.” i rolled my eyes. “oh yeah?” his eyes raked over my frame shamelesly. “yeah, i bet you wouldnt last a second if i just as much as touched you.” he laughed shaking his head “tempting but you couldnt handle me if you tried ma” i fake grimmaced at his words “ew chris”.
he walked over to his bed sitting down, leaning back on his hands making sure to man spread wide “what just being honest, unless you wanna prove me wrong” his eyes looked down at his lap then back up at me. “your a pervert, you know that?” he grinned “yeah what aboust earlier when you where practically drooling while looking at me when i was on the couch? didnt think i saw you huh?” my face reddend at his words, theres no way he knew i was peeping on him. “guess that makes you just as perverted as me, maybe even more. I don't ever peep on you, but maybe I should.” I couldn't take it anymore; my face was growing redder by the second, and I stood up to walk to the door, but Chris’s voice stopped me.
“not so fast, come here” and before i could prtest its like my legs had their own mind and i walked over infront of him but still about a foot away. “closer” he said his voice lower, i took another step forward so that i was now inbetween his legs. “tomrrow since we dont have school we can spend the whole day curationg our fake love story, and we can throw in some dating practice.” he winked while saying the last part before looking my up and down slowly “okay you can go back to your room now ma, unless you wanna stay here with me..” he said his gaze glued to my bare legs while he bit his lip.
“Chris!” I tried to cover my legs. “Chill, sweetheart, im just playin with you.” Lie Chris was loving every second of this; he got to act how he wanted around you and claim it to be for the fake dating. You, on the other hand, were struggling because even though you knew it was all for the fake dating, it felt a little too real.
After muttering more about how perverted Chris was, you finally walked back to your room, lying down to sleep, but again, Chris filled your mind. You just couldn't stop thinking about his pet names, how he had caught you staring at him, and just how he was acting overall. But what also lingered was his telling you about his past, about how caring he is, and that made you think that maybe The Difference between us was as big as I thought.
Chris also couldn't sleep; he kept thinking about how strongly you reacted when he teased you and called you pet names. He imagined what would’ve happened if you had stayed in his room, if he had been able to control himself tomorrow, he thought about how sensitive you could be, and that maybe The Difference between you two wasn't so big.
im going to go start writing the next part rn…
so apparently im and idiot.... i forgot to add the messages between Y/n and scott in the difference pt3 so here they are.
they aren’t a lot but it makes the beginning of this part a lot more understandable. sorry guys!!
The difference Pt3.
What happens when you're forced to move in with your childhood enemy? Is he just a spoiled rich boy who only cares about himself? Are you just the girl he's decided to hate? Or is there something deeper? Or will the difference between you two push you apart?
Warnings: violence, mentions of drugs, crime, kidnapping, fighting.
This part gets a real juicy... i also made these dividers myself (i’ve never made a divider before..)
Once I got home, I went straight to my room since my mom, dad, Mary Lou, and Jimmy were all leaving to go out to dinner. When I finally got to my room, I showered and changed into more comfortable clothes. I then lay down on my bed and pulled out the note that Scott had given me. I unfolded it to see “call me pretty girl *phone number*” so I typed his contact info in and texted him.
I waited for him to call me, biting my fingernails. A few seconds later his name lit up on my phone and immediately answered “hey” he said through the phone “hey” i answered back “so hows school been for ya so far?” he questioned “its been alright i made some new friends today which is nice, well chris helped me” “oh really? Chris helped?” he asked a little skeptical “yeah i kinda made him tho” he chuckled “oh i take as you two dont really like each other?” “Yeah, we’ve never gotten along. I know he's your friend and all, but he's just an asshole,” I started to feel a little less nervous talking to Scott. “Yeah he can be, but just don't listen to him he doesnt see what i see in you” i giggled “you're a flirt scott you know that?” before he could answer i heard three loud bangs at me door followed by “Y/N! Dinner is going to get cold!” chris was banging on my door like a lunatic. “Okay! Im busy, give me a minute,” I yelled back, annoyed. “Okay, well, if you starve my parents will kill me!” he yelled before walking back down to the kitchen to eat his dinner. “Sorry about that, Scott. Could I call you back? I gotta go eat dinner.” “Yeah, no worries, call me back anytime,” and with that, he hung up
I made my way downstairs to the kitchen to see Chris already eating his food, not even batting an eye at me. I walked over to the pot of food and made myself a plate. Mary Lou had left some dinner for me and Chris, and Chris had heated it up. Once I had made myself a plate, I walked over to the table and sat right across from Chris. I was only able to get a few bites in before Chris asked, “Who were you on the phone with?” I put my fork down and rolled my eyes “thats none of your business” he scoffed “maybe I was just wondering if my hard work had paid off and your lonely ass had made some friends” he said before picking his pepsi up to take a drink. “sure asshole your just nosy, and if you really must know it was scott.” chris almost spat his drink out “scott?! Like my friend Scott?” “Yeah, what about it? You jealous?” his jaw clenched tight. “Yeah, because I'd be fucking jealous over you.” (he most definitely is, he's just in denial.) “Well then, why are you acting like it's a big deal? Like, yeah, he's your friend, but it doesn't mean I can't talk to him.” Chris sat up more in his seat. “Why are you talking to him?”. “Because I can? What does it matter to you, Chris?” he shook his head. “I don't wanna have to be around you more than I already have to.” His gaze was cold. I immediately got up and threw my plate in the sink, but before I could leave the kitche chris said “yeah walk away crybaby” I turned around my blood boiling “chris you’re a jerk thats all youll ever be is just a jerk, You're a pathetic asshole and I wish I never came here.” I then turned around and stormed out of the kitchen and back up to my room. I hated Chris. Why did he always have to be nosy, then start an argument when I didn't wanna share every second of my life?
4 day time skip
It had been 4 days since the first time Scott and I called, and since then, we had been calling for hours at a time, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't catching feelings for him. He was so nice and so charming, I really felt like he understood me on a different level. We could talk for hours about random things, and I couldn't believe someone like him was friends with Chris, with someone so heartless and cold. Scott was great, and when he asked me today in school if we could start dating, I said yes way too quickly. Scott took me to the movies after school for our first official date, and I had a really good time. Scott was such a good boyfriend, I felt like someone actually cared for me for once. After the movies, Scott dropped me off at home. I walked inside with my heart full and a smile from ear to ear on my face. My parents greeted me, and I talked to them and told them about Scott before heading up to my room to shower. Once in my room, I started to grab some clothes when out of nowhere, my bedroom door bursts open and Chris walks inside, closing the door, his face flushed and his eyes cutting daggers at me. Before i could yell at him to get out or ask him what the hell he was doing his voice cut through the silence a little rough, “Your dating scott?” he asked almost like he was daring me to say yes “yeah I am, why do you care?” chris’s jaw clenched shut and he shook his head in disbelief “hes just playing you and your just like every other stupid girl who falls for the same tricks over and over again.”. “Chris, you know nothing about me and Scott's relationship.” Why was he acting like this, like he could tell me who I can and can't date? “I know scott more than you do and I know what kind of person he is. Hes just gonna break your heart all you are is a little play thing for him.” I felt my stomach drop at chris’s words “chris stop. You're not my father so its none of your concern of who I date.” he scoffed before grabbing the door handle to leave “whatever Y/N I cant wait to watch him break your heart” and with that he walked out.
Chris’s pov:
I couldn't believe Scott was actually talking to her, and I just knew his intentions were no good. I mean, it's not that I care like that or anything.. Well, maybe I do, it's only because I know Y/N deserves better, like.. Someone like me. Oh my God, I can't believe I just said that. Don't listen to that. I just know she doesn't need to be with someone like Scott. That's why I got so mad with her for being on the phone with him, and I shouldn't have said what I said, but I can't show her that I care about her like that, I mean, we have always hated each other, and if it was anything other than that, it would get confusing, right? But the thing is, I don't think I ever really hated her. I mean, yeah, she's annoying, but when im around her, I get this weird feeling, but hating her is easier than explaining that feeling.
I was sitting in class when one of my friends told me that they had overheard Scott asking Y/N out today, and I felt a weird feeling in my chest. What was this strange feeling, I mean, it can't be anything serious.. It's probably because of who Scott is, who I know him as. Scott is dangerous on a different level, and I'd be an idiot to let her stay with him. When I got home, there was no sign of Y/N, that is, until I heard the familiar sound of Scott’s car, and as I looked out my window, I saw her getting out of his car, a car that holds way too many memories. By the time she had gotten upstairs, I had stormed into her room and confronted her, and I tried to steer her away from Scott by telling her that he was no good, that all he was going to do was break her heart.
But I knew all of that was a lie. The real reason I don't want her to be with him is that he's dangerous. When I first moved to LA, I was friends with the smart, athletic kids who never did anything bad or dangerous, but when I met Kat, all that changed. Kat wasn't a part of the same group I was; she was more in the delinquent group, but that didn't bother me. I liked her a lot, and she took Y/N off my mind. I eventually started hanging out more with her and her friend group and drifted away from all my other friends. I finally felt like I had left Y/N back in Boston, even though some nights she still lingered in my mind, and I thought about her and if she had changed or if she was still the same old Y/N. Eventually, I worked up the courage and asked Kat out, and our relationship was great until one night we were hanging out and she got a text and said she needed my help with something, and I obviously agreed, but when we got into her car and drove to some sketchy neighborhood, I had a bad gut feeling.
My gut feeling ended up being true because we pulled into some guy's driveway way which ended up being Scott's, and he walked out with two duffel bags full of cocaine. I almost had a heart attack. This was bad; we ended up taking it to a big gang leader in another sketchy neighborhood. One thing led to another, and things got really bad.
Scott and Kat set me up and used me as a decoy while they fled. I was left behind with the gang leader. I swore up and down that I wasn't with them, but I was told the only way to be safe was to join the gang, so I did. After that, I tried to talk to Kat, but she told me I was just a ploy in her plan and that she never really liked me. So since then, I've just shut every feeling out and only focused on trying to get out of the gang. A month later, they had gotten hold of Scott, and he ended up bringing Kat to the gang leader to have her sold for drugs. I never saw Kat again, and Scott soon became very well known in the gang world, meaning that I had to be his friend or else he’d put in a bad word on me to the gang leader. Scott did many wrong and dangerous things, like trafficking people for drugs, selling and using hard drugs, and he was even a part of a big robbery of a big corporation. I knew he was no good, and now he was dating Y/N. I mean, I only cared because I knew if something were to happen to her, I'd be blamed and... I guess I would probably miss her a lot.. but I'd never tell her that, it would go straight to her head.
Saturday rolled around, and my parents were asking me if I could go out to dinner with them and Y/N’s parents. I had asked if Y/N was coming, and they told me she wasn't feeling well, which I knew was total bullshit, so I planned to talk to her when I got home. I mean, she was probably just mad at me. But when 1 am rolled around, I walked into her room to see that her window was left open, her bed completely untouched, and her drawers rummaged through. I already knew something was wrong.
I pulled my phone and called her, no answer. I called again, then a 3rd time, a 4th time, and by the time I was in my car speeding through narrow roads straight towards Scott's house, I had already called her 20 times, no answers, I even left a voicemail and several messages.. No answer.
When i got to scotts house i turned my car off and ran up to the front door banging on it, when scott opened it i shoved him back “where is she?” he held his hands up in defense “woah who are you talking about man?” i walked into the house as he backed up “You know exactly who the fuck im talking about scott, Y/N.” scott backed up and plopped down on the couch lighting another joint “oh her? I got rid of her. You said she is annoying as hell, and I agree she is.” I felt my heart drop. “What the fuck do you mean you 'got rid of her’ ?” Scott laughed, “I told our rival gang that I had left their stolen drugs there and that they could have anything they wanted, including her.”
I grabbed the collar of Scott's shirt, ripping him up from the couch as I got into his face, “You did what?” I said through gritted teeth. “Het man, you said she was a pain, so I took care of it for you.” I knew he was lying and that was all it took, and I punched Scott in the face. “I didn't fucking need you to take care of anything, Scott, and you know that. Tell me the real reason,” he winced in pain. “Fuck! Jeez, Chris, you must really care about her, aint seen you act this way since Kat. And I needed the money to get them off our tail, I need money, and if we get busted, im gonna be out on my ass.” I scoffed, landing another punch. “So you fucking let them take Y/N? You're fucked, and when I get her, im turning you and everyone else in fuck this gang and fuck you, Scott,” and with that, I landed another angry punch before running back to my car to where our rival gang usually stays at.
Once I arrived, I hurriedly turned my car off and snuck around to the back. I thought maybe Y/n would be there because one day I overheard Scott talking about hw easy it was to steal their goods because it was all in a metal crate behind their leader's warehouse. As I approached the metal crate, I heard muffled cries, which had to be her, so without thinking, I opened the door to the metal crate. Of course, they left it unlocked, and when it opened, I saw her. She was tied to a chair, and a towel was being used to gag her. Surrounding her were drugs, stolen jewelry, and money. Some of the jewelry was hers that they had stolen along with her. But what I noticed most of all was the look on her face; she was so scared her face was streaked with tear stains, her hair was disheveled, and she just overall seemed so panicked. But when she saw me, she froze for a second, and a glint of confusion washed over her expression. Almost as if she didn't know if I was here to help her or if I was the one who had done this, and that hurt me somewhere deep inside. I immediately raised my hands in surrender while slowly stepping forward to whisper, “Take a deep breath, im gonna get you out of here.”
Her breathing slowed down from her previous frantic breaths, and it was more shallow as her eyes watched me untie her ankles from the chair legs, then her hands from her, and then finally the towel that was gagging her. When she was finally untied, she didn't stand up right away; she wiped her face, and my gaze followed her hands down to where there were raw red marks around her wrists before she massaged over them, slightly wincing in pain. I felt so guilty, but I didn't know why because I hadn't done this, and I tried to warn her, but it didn't work. Maybe I should've tried harder.
Y/N’s Pov
Everything with scott was great and I had just laid down in my bed but just when i was about to call him i heard loud thumps and before i could even go check and see what was going on i saw two masked men crawling through each of my windows, one lunged toward me and i tried to crawl away but it was no luck he had caught me, slipping a cloth sack over my head and pinning my hands behind my back, in the background i heard them talking about drug while one rummaged through my drawers. I tried to scream, but he had covered my mouth with the sack.
Before I knew it, I was being tied up and gagged in a metal crate. I was so afraid I had been crying and trying to scream for the past hour, but it was no luck since I was being gagged by a towel until the door opened, and I thought they had come back to hurt me or something. But to my surprise, it was Chris. My heart dropped. What was he doing here? Was he the one behind all of this? I mean, I know he hates me, but I didn't think he'd have me kidnapped. But all those nerves stopped when he raised his hands in surrender and walked forward to untie me. I didn't know what this strange feeling was, but it was a mix of relief and something else, something that was almost scarier than my fear from before. I could feel his eyes on me while he untied me, and even after he was staring at me, but it wasn't like how he usually does. His gaze wasn't cold anymore; it was filled with worry and something I couldn't quite name.
He then stuck his hand out for me to take it, and just as I got to my feet, the crate doors busted open. The two men from earlier were standing there. Chris immediately turned around, but not without tucking me behind him. “What the fuck are you doing?” one of the guys asked. “Im taking what's mine,” Chris replied. Again, that weird feeling came. The two men hurled at Chris, but Chris threw the first punch, knocking one down, causing him his the second guy behind him, but the guy behind him recovered quickly before throwing a swing at Chris, but Chris dodged his punching him in the face and landing another punch to his gut right after. But then the other one threw a bunch at Chris, but Chris recovered in seconds, throwing more punches at both of them until they were laid out on the floor. He spun around and grabbed my hand, dragging me out of the crate fast. We hurried to his car, and as we were getting in, I heard more angry men yelling, but Chris floored it and sped off.
Once we were in the clear, Chris pulled into an empty parking lot, throwing the car into park and flicking the lights on as he scanned over me. “They didn't lay a hand on you, did they?” he asked hoping i would say no. “they where just really rough but they didnt like hit me or anything” I said my voice coming through timid and quiet. “good, are you.. are you okay?” his gaze somehow softened and he reached out to grab my wrist to examine them. I didn't stop him; I let him take my wrist into his hands. His touch was soft and gentle, like he was worried he might hurt me. “I am now,” I replied to his question. “Okay good” he sighed in relief. “i gotta get you home kid” he chuckled a little motioning toward the clock that read 4:57am “shit yeah... but wait dont tell my parents about this they will get all crazy protective” i pleaded “Y/N someone broke into my house and kidnapped you, i need to tell them” he replied. “Chris, please just do this for me,” I begged, and he reluctantly agreed not to tell.
When we got home, I hurried up to my room and closed my windows and locked them. I then crawled into bed to sleep, but my mind was racing with thoughts of Chris, about how he looked at me earlier, how gentle he was being. No Y/N, stop thinking about him.
But only if they knew they both went to sleep thinking about the same things, trying to deny what they were really feeling. Trying to push each other out of their heads. if only they knew they knew the difference between them wasn’t that different.
It's happening!! i hope this was good it took me a little longer to write butttt its here.🙌🏻
Part 3 of The difference tmr!! this next part gets reall juicy...
should i make a taglist for The difference? if so lmk!!
The difference. pt2
sooo i decided to make this part more filler buttt the next part is gonna get juicy…
What happens when you're forced to move in with your childhood enemy? Is he just a spoiled rich boy who only cares about himself? Are you just the girl he's decided to hate? Or is there something deeper? Or will the difference between you two push you apart?
Warnings: cussing, i dont think anything else.
It had been about a week since I moved to LA. I had enrolled in school and started my first day a few days ago. It wasn't anything great. I made a few friends, but everything and everyone is still new. Chris didn't even try and help me on the first day, even though his mom told him to. He's actually ignored me since our fight over movies, which I don't mind since I would rather talk to anyone else but him. I mean, the silence was nice, but it would've been nice if Chris could've at least introduced me to people or even helped with finding my classes, but he simply just acted like he didn't even know me. Oh, and don't get me started on his friends. I had classes with a few of them, and they were all jerks just like him, not like the rich spoiled jerk, more like they think they are above everyone because they are so “masculine” and strong. He hung out with more of the “bad kids” group, the ones who were always getting suspended or in trouble with the police, which shocked me because back in Boston, Chris hung out with the kids who played football, had good grades, and took group Instagram pictures every weekend. Still, I guess LA was different, or maybe he just decided he didn't want that anymore.
Tiny time skip to the weekend
It's Saturday night, and earlier, Chris and I argued over who got the last cookie for an hour. He ended up snatching it from me and eating it in one bite. What a jerk, I know, so now im sulking in my room when I hear a loud bang, I almost peed myself but decided to go check what it was. It sounded like it came from the end of the hallway, which was either the empty spare room or Chris’s room. So I went and knocked on Chris’s door. “Can you be quiet before you wake up the whole house?” No answer. “Chris, im talking to you… helllooo?” I knocked louder this time. This asshole was ignoring me? After stealing MY cookie? Yeah, no, this isn't gonna fly. I burst the door open to see him laying in bed covered up, i walk over to the edge of his bed “chris im not dumb your pretendting to be asleep” he still didnt answer or budge so i walked to the side of the bed he was laying before ripping the covers back only to find a bunch of pillows shaped like a body and one of his hats laying ontop to simulate his head. Oh, so he snuck out? Guess this is going to be payback for stealing my cookie and trash-talking my movie taste last week. I made my way over to his desk chair, sitting down while I waited for him to come back.
About two hours later at 2:37 am i heard the loud bangs of him climbing back up to his window i heard him open the window crawl back in and close the window, just then i spun around in his chair to face him “so chris where were we sneaking out to?” i asked a big smirk playing on my face, he physically jumped “jesus what are you doing in here Y/N?!” “Well, you're not exactly quiet, so I came in here to tell you to be quiet, and when I came and all I found was a pile of pillows.” I pointed to the now uncovered pillows. “Yeah, what about it?” he asked as he walked over to his bed, fixing his pillows. “Well, it would be a shame if I told your parents.. Wouldnt it?” i spun around in the chair a little “yeah well theyre not because your gonna keep your mouth shut” he said through gritted teeth and just as i was about to answer he stalked forward grabbing the chair to keep me from spinning “you heard me? Right keep that mouth shut” i gave him a disgusted look “if you think your intimidating me you must be crazy, and i wont tell on one condtion..” i waited a second before answering “introduce me to people in school and buy me 10 of those cookies from earlier and we have a deal” he laughed at my proposition “yeah no not happening” he shook his head no before walking back towards his bed. “Well, I guess I should go tell your parents I just caught you sneaking in?” I shrugged before standing up and walking to his door to leave, when just before i reached for the door handle I hear him right behind me “no dont.. Wait ugh.” i turned around to face him while rasing and eyebrow “so whats it gonna be?” he pinched the bridge of his nose leting out a loud sigh before reluctantly answering “yeah fine.. I'll do it.” i gave him a shit eating grin i had just won and arguement with Chris sturniolo, and oh boy was I proud. “Well, can't wait to eat my cookies and make some new friends,” and before he could say another word, I walked out and back to my room.
Chris’s pov:
Oh, I was fucked from the moment I got in my room and she turned around in my chair. I was fucked. It was a Saturday night, and I was sneaking out to do… things, you know, completely normal things obviously. Anyway, besides the point, I came back and she was in my room in my chair and now she was talking about telling my parents that I had snuck out? Yeah, she's definitely lost her mind. There was no way im going to obey her commands like some kind of dog. I argued the point, but then she got up and headed for the door, saying she was gonna have to wake my parents, so against my will, I had to say yes to her request of buying her 10 cookies and introducing her to people from school. Life couldn't get any worse, ever since she got here, I've been miserable, she's everywhere, with her movies, arguments, her perfume.. Well, not that I notice her perfume or anything, it just gives me excruciating headaches. I can't even get away from her during school; every corner I turn, she's there, and now I have to help her make friends.
After she went back to her room, I just sat in thought for a while. As much as I didn't want to help her in any way, I know if I didn't, she’d tell my parents about me sneaking out, and that may be even worse than helping her. If my parents found out, I would never hear the end of it. id people have mt windows locked shut, and they’d put higher security around the house.
Over the weekend, she kept rubbing it in my face that she had not only caught me sneaking out but had also won an argument and now had something to hold over my head. It was Sunday night now, and I was getting ready for bed while making a list of people in my head that I was going to introduce her to tomorrow. Ashley? No, she's too mean. Dave? No, all he cares about is his ant farm. After hours of trying to find people to introduce her to, I fell asleep.
Monday morning, I woke up still tired and really hungry, so I ran downstairs and made a bowl of cereal, and immediately started shoving spoonfuls in my mouth when she came downstairs. Her hair was styled in a blowout, and she was wearing a khaki skirt and a black long-sleeved shirt. I could tell she spent a little more time on her makeup, and when she walked past me to make some toast, I got an immediate headache. She must have sprayed 30 sprays of that annoying strawberry perfume she always uses.
I decided to poke fun at her, “Who are you tryna look good for?” I raised an eyebrow at her, my eyes scanning over her figure. “Definitely not for you” i smirked at her response “mm sure” i paused for a minute before another comment came to mind “ohh maybe your trying to find a boyfriend for your fairytale rom-com fantasy you dream of every night” she turned around on her heel, her eyes cutting daggers at me “why are you so obsessed with MY love life? Huh chris” she interrogated me “im not but you never shut up about all the romcom movies you watch so its pretty hard for anyone not to notice” her jaw clenched tight, i struck a nerve. “Fuck you, Chris, you don't know anything,” and with that, she took her toast and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.
I finished my cereal with a smirk, relishing in the feeling of riling her up. Once I was back in my room, I threw on some baggy jeans, a tee with a zip-up, then slipped into my Tims. I walked back downstairs to see her putting on her shoes, her school bag hanging from her shoulder. I decided to leave her alone for the remainder of the car ride to school since she was keeping a secret of mine, and I didn't want to push her too much.
By time we had arrived to school she had seemed to just switched, as we got out of the car she threw on a smile and started walking to the front door not without looking back at me to say “come on chris who are you going to introduce me to first” it was like i didnt even know her she wasnt being rude to me anymore there wasnt any bite behind her words and she only gave me smiles. I introduced her to a few of the girls in my grade before 1st period started, then by lunch, I had introduced her to some more people. I didn't introduce her to any of my friends because I don't want her in my friend group, and I already know they'd be all over her anyway, I mean, not that I care about that or anything.. I just don't wanna have to be around her more than I already have to.
It was now nearing the end of the school day, and im sure she has made at least 5 new friends out of the 20 or so people I introduced her to. I was sitting in class not really paying attention more focused on talking to a few of my friends when Scott asks “yo chris who was that girl you where walking around with today?” i sighed realizing they had seen me waling around with Y/N “shes my dads bestfriends daughter they moved in with us like a week agao, but dont be fooled shes annoying as hell” “oh yeah? But i mean who couldnt put up with a little bit of mouth when she looks that good?” chris laughed “its not just a little bit of mouth shes annoying, shes bratty and shes just infuriating. Trust me, you don't want that.” he just shrugged not saying anything more and we got into another conversation before the bell rung. Said my goodbyes to Scott and the rest of my friends. When I was walking to the car, Y/N wasn't there yet, so I slid into the car and waited for her to get there. About five minutes past, and there was still no sign of Y/N finally, 15 minutes later, she finally got to the car She was more bubbly than usual. Maybe she was just excited about making friends. Whatever it was, I didn't care.
End of chris’s pov
I woke up early Monday morning and dolled myself up to make sure I made a good impression on anyone that Chris introduced me to, but of course, when I walked down stairs to get breakfast, chris just had to say something. God, it's like he couldn't go a day without making rude, snarky comments about me, what I was wearing, or even what I was doing. I did my best not to let him get under my skin, but I ended up storming out of the kitchen to eat my toast in the living room. Before I knew it, it was time to leave, so I hopped in the car as me the driver waited for Chris. Of course, he was the last one in the car.
By the time we got to school, I decided to ignore the whole little dispute me Chris and I had this morning and slapped a smile on my face and prepared to meet a bunch of new people. Throughout the day chris introduced me to a bunch of new people and they where mostly all nice a few of them even gave me their numbers so we could talk more but I couldnt shake the feeling of being stared at all day until 4th period I was sitting in class and that feeling came back, and being curious I looked around the class room scanning for eyes and they landed on scott, he was one of chris’s friends, I always saw them walking around school together. I gave him a smile before turning back to the textbook on my desk, and I hadn't really thought too much of it until it was the end of the day, I was at my locker, and I felt someone tap my shoulder, To my surprise, it was Scott he gave me a smile and said “hey your Y/N L/N right?” I smiled back, “Yeah, I am your Scott, right?” he shook his head yes and then handed me a note, “Give me a call sometime, cutie,” before walking off I giggled to myself, I mean Scott was cute, so I wasn't opposed. I then walked back to the car with a grin from ear to ear.
Ahh and the plot thickens..
second part of the difference either tn or tmr!!
Im working on the next part of The difference and i have two different plots in mind for this part, and I don't know which one to use..