Chris loved you so, so, so much. Even though he would not admit that, ever, to absolutely anyone. He even acted tough around you, as if women werenโt shit. Even though you knew he was just a little baby, under that tough frat boy facade. Youโve seen him act all sappy. You were the best thing that happened to him, heโs so sure of it.
He missed you a lot, despite going to the same fucking college and seeing eachother every single day. He didnโt see you at night, sometimes. And he got clingy, he missed you a whole bunch. He hated sleeping alone, too, which didnโt help the situation. He always felt safer when you were next to him, it gave him a sense of comfort and security.
He felt alone, too, in those situations. So what does he do? Last time he came over to yours, he stole one of your teddy bears and took it with him, into his dorm, and right into his bed. He would never, ever admit that he sleeps with it. But he does. He sleeps with it every single night, and it helps. It smells just like you.
He wasnโt planning on you finding out, though. He was scared of that. He completely forgot that today, he just stuffed it under his pillow, and you have a key to his dorm, so you can come unannounced whenever you want.
He walks into his room with a sigh, mostly expecting you to be chilling on his bed. Which you was, with the teddy bear in your hands. You found it in his bed, and you were looking for her!! His eyes widen, his cheeks flushing red in pure embarrassment. Heโs mortified. โโฆ. Ion know how that got there, baby.โ He mumbles, avoiding your gaze of raw amusement.
โNo?โ You tease, in which he shakes his head slowly, biting his bottom lip then pursing his lips together. โNope.โ Chris responds, popping the p at the end of the sentence, standing up a bit straight and crossing his arms over his chest, his fingers tapping the material of his hoodie.