Random One Shots

Random one shots with actors, musicians/bands and characters.


132. Chris Evans 7

~Chris knocked back the last of his beer. His eyes focused on the screen of his phone that bore the contact information for her. His thumb lingered over the delete button. Come on, Chris. Don’t be so pathetic. She’s gone, and she’s not coming back. His mind was racing at a million miles an hour, and his nerves were completely shot. Shaking his head, Chris pulled his thumb back, staring at the picture set as her contact ID.
It was a picture from her last birthday. His arms were wrapped tight around her midsection, with his chin on her shoulder. Goofy grins were plastered across both of their mouths, and there was cake and frosting all over both faces.
“Chris!” a voice called over the music. He lifted his eyes from his phone just long enough to see his co-star, Robert, beckoning him over to the small crowd of women gathered in the corner. The corner of Chris’ lips tugged at a half-assed smile and he shook his head, lifting his empty bottle in the air.
This was Downey’s attempt at getting Chris to take someone home with him, get him over her. And as much as Chris appreciated it, he couldn’t do that to her. When you love someone as much as Chris loved her, it lost all feasibility.
A set of gentle fingertips found their way to his shoulder, and all Chris caught was a curtain of hair. His first thought was that it was her. Right height, right body type, but it’s not her. She set another bottle down in front of him and gave him a smile.
“Anything else I can get for you?” The pitch of her voice even matched hers, and Chris, dumbstruck, took a moment to answer.
“No, ma’am, but thank you.” His voice waivered slightly, and he took a long, slow blink. By the time he’d opened his eyes, the waitress was gone. He could hear the whooping and hollering of his cast-mates, who were obviously enjoying themselves, but he couldn’t bring himself to join them. It’d been three months. Three agonizing months, and he still couldn’t push it aside.
“Chris, this is never going to work…” she told him. Tears streaked her paled pink cheeks and he reached for her.
“Babe, come on. We can make this work. I swear to God, I’ll start setting aside more time for you.”
“No,” she sighed, wiping at her cheeks furiously with the back of her hand. “You’ve promised me that so many times. You’re never home, and when you are, you’re spending time with everyone else. I love you, Chris, but I just can be the last priority anymore.” His face fell from a look of concern to a look of complete and utter despair. His bright blue eyes felt like they were burning holes into her skull as she turned around and started packing again.
“No…” His voice echoed hers, and tears burned the brims of his eyes, threatening to spill over at any second. Chris took a deep breath and gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, burying his forehead in the crook of her neck. “No, no. Come on, honey. You don’t mean that. Please… Can we just talk about this?”
She shook her head firmly and pulled away from him, grabbing the last of her shirts from the closet.
Almost on cue, Chris felt the tears welling up again. He swallowed the building knot in his throat, and stood up.
The song changed in the back of his head, stirring up the night he met her, and it was almost too much for Chris.
In a low-brow bar in downtown Boston, Chris leaned back against the bar, resting his elbows on the countertop. How in the world he’d been talked into going out dancing with his brother was beyond him. He chuckled, spying Scott dancing like a maniac. He’d had one too many drinks, and let’s just say it wasn’t too pretty. Chris pressed the rim of his bottle of beer back to his lips, taking a swig, and eyed the crowd.
A pretty girl was just emerging, her fingers intertwined with another girl. Look enough alike to be sisters. He thought to himself. The pair seated themselves about five stools down, both receiving fresh bottles from the bar tender. Chris found his eyes wandering again, in search of where his brother had moved to. He scanned the ever-growing group until someone blocked his line of sight. It was the girl. She flicked a strand of hair out of her eyes and extended a hand to him.
“Come dance with me,” she shouted over the music. Chris hesitated, taking another drink of his beer. “Come on. You don’t get to be a wallflower tonight!” A hushed chortle echoed from his throat and he set his bottle down, taking her hand.
“I’m Chris.”
“Nice to meet you!” She grinned, offering up her name.
His legs carried him to the exit of the bar, and he found himself standing in the alley. His hands were clenched into fists and his chest heaved. Get out of my fucking head! He couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t shut it down. All these thoughts and memories were flooding his mind, and he couldn’t take it.
A solitary tear slid down his cheek. He was quick to wipe it away. He pulled his phone out and started a text to her.
Why can’t I get you out of my head? I miss you so much. I need you. Come home. Please.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts, backspacing everything. Chris closed the blank text and recomposed himself, before heading back inside.
The establishment door opened, and a familiar scent hit him like a ton of bricks. Her perfume. A shiver ran up his spine, and his throat went dry.
She’s here.
His eyes scanned the room, spotting Robert and Hemsworth with a woman. She matched her exactly from behind. It’s just the waitress again. It’s not her. But just as this thought came across, he spotted the waitress about three tables behind the trio.
It IS her. It has to be.
Suddenly, his feet were moving faster than he realized. As he approached them, his hand instinctively reached out, gracing her shoulder.
The smile on Robert’s face was your first clue that it was Chris. With a deep breath, you turned your head slowly, meeting his gaze with a weak smile.
“Chris, hey,” you said softly, trying to be friendly enough, but still keep your wall up.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were in L.A.,” he half-whispered. It was hard to hear him over the music, and his eyes were bleary.
“I just got back. Downey called, asked me to meet him for drinks. I didn’t know anyone else was going to be here.” You could just see his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. Of course, you weren’t telling him the whole truth. Robert told you who he was with when he called, and he only called to see when you were coming back.
Robert had mentioned that, for the last three months, Chris had been a bit of a mess. He’d been moody, withdrawn, and more anxious than usual. But if you were honest, you were the same way. It was a stupid fight all because you wanted more of his time. You knew Chris barely had any free time, between flights, premieres, press, filming, and god knows whatever else his agent had him doing. Selfishness got the better of you, and it set you up to make the biggest mistake you’ve ever made.
“You didn’t? Gee whiz, kid, I’m pretty sure I told you,” Robert chided, jabbing you with his elbow. You shot him a mocking glare. You were hoping he wouldn’t say that. With a sheepish grin, you looked back to Chris. The smile playing at his lips was brazen.
“So, you did know I was here, huh?” Chris jested, taking his opportunity to jar you with his elbow as well. You looked down for a moment, feeling a sudden rush of heat to your cheeks. It was like your first date with him all over again…
“Yeah, truth is… I just wanted to see you. I’m sorry, Chris. Really. I fucked up.”
Chris didn’t hesitate or even give it a second thought before his lips crushed yours. He pulled you tight against him, those repressed tears rolling off his cheeks. Like an old habit, you fell right back into it, relaxing into him. His soft, warm lips parted briefly, and Chris took a deep breath.
“Jesus Christ, I’ve missed you so much,” he muttered, almost inaudibly, into your hair, pressing his lips to the top of your head.
“It’s my fault. I was too hard on you,” you said softly, rubbing your thumbs in circles on his sides. His shoulders relaxed and he pulled back, looking you in the eye.
“I love you.” Chris had his most serious face on, searching your eyes for any sign that you wanted to make up. The big, dumb grin returned to your mouth, and like a contagion, spread to his face. He eyed Robert and Hemsworth over your shoulder, silently thanking them.
“I love you, too.”

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