“Can I really believe you when you say there is nothing between you two or?” He smirked a little, tilting his head slightly as his light, mischievous eyes ran down your body as if he couldn't wait to devour you whole. Despite his playful words, it was clear he was serious, wanting to know if the love he was dying to have with you had blossomed between you and his dear brother.

He had asked you that question after seeing what he knew was your hair tie on Matt’s wrist. And he was very close to going crazy. He would happily keep his girlfriend's if he had one, and that's probably the mentality of most guys. So that mean you were his brother's girlfriend? God, It wasn’t possible. But your expression contorting into one of confusion was a positive sign, after all. Cause you were beyond confused, absolutely had no fucking clue of what Chris was talking about.

“Why did you give him your hair tie then?” Oh. That.

You couldn't help but let a giggle escape your glossy lips, confusion replaced by subtle amusement. You had always been the kind of person who used 'acts of service' as way of expressing your love, and with your best friend Matt you were no different. That particular hair tie had a high sentimental value, and you decided to give it to him because you love him. Platonically. But that meant absolutely nothing. And seeing Chris stutter after asking him if he was jealous was better than any other vision possible.

“Pretty girl is making fun of me now, huh?” He rolled his eyes playfully, pinching your side gently as a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding came out of him. Taking a good look at you, he noticed that your hair was kept in a messy ponytail with another hair tie that you always carried with you, so with a wave of his hand he easily removed it, placing it on his wrist. “Is mine now,” he murmured in a strangely husky tone. “Not Matt's, not even yours. Mine.”