"can you just listen for once, goddammit?" chris spat out, hot on your tail and you shoved through the crowds of people dancing in the middle of the party. his hair was messy, your best friend's lipstick smeared across his top lip.

"seriously, stop walking the hell away from me." he demands, tone showing his irritation but not enough to conceal the slight tremor in his last word. his hands were shaking when he put his arm up to block you from shutting the front door on him, the cold air raising goosebumps on your skin as you beelined towards your car parked down the street.

you didn't get very far, chris still pleading with you to stop walking when he finally grabs a hold of your elbow, using his strength to force your back against the nearest tree. his fingers grabbed your face, digging into your cheeks and pushing your head back against the tree to keep you from moving away, his gaze intensely piercing your soul.

"listen to me, okay? just listen..." he murmured to you, shushing you when you open your mouth to protest, the frown on his lips pulling up into a fond smile despite the situation at hand. you wanted to smack that stupid lipstick stain on his mouth off, the scowl on your face only deepening. "why are you trippin'? you know you're my favorite of all these girls, ma, come on now..." he sighed, shaking your head back and forth gently, almost mockingly.

"you know you don't have anything to worry about at the end of the day... come on, let me make it better, okay?" he murmured, voice a little lower as he towered over you more, leaning you further back against the tree to keep you trapped. "i always come back to you for a reason so just let me make it better..." he whispered again, his pleas growing a little shakier when he realizes you're not giving in right away like usual.