Chris had fallen off his skateboard trying to impress you. which is how you guys got in this situation.

you'd stand in between Chris's legs as he sat on the bathroom counter. holding his jaw gently as I cleaned the gash on his forehead.

"maybe if you weren't being such an idiot this wouldn't have happened."

you'd mumble. carefully wiping around the wound. being sure not to hurt him. it was already starting to purple out. making it seem a little worse then it was.

Chris would hum in response, squeezing you're hips subtly.

"was jus' tryna impress you."

Chris would say in a almost pathetic tone.

You'd pull back, you're gaze flickering across his playful pout. trying to hide the tugging on the corner of you're lips.