you made chris flustered and you didn’t even know it.

and it was so subtle, too — always wanting to hold hands wherever you went. no matter where the place. how friendly. totally didn’t make him fidgety every four seconds while bouncing on his heels and draping a hand over his face to hide how much he was freaking out internally. gods, you make him swoon like a maiden in distress. it was almost unreal.

but then those little cutesy happy thoughts became melancholic. you were just his best friend. nothing more, nothing less. there’s no way you’d ever be with him. despite all those platonic and “friendly” kisses to the cheek, the rates were.

“mami,” chris shoved his hands into his pockets of his pants, leaning against the wall. “you done? it’s been like, fifteen minutes ma…” he heavily exaggerated. god, he genuinely couldn’t keep it together. the wild thoughts of him and you together were ongoing for so long.

your eyes, though. they were different. they gave him a sense of peaceful comfort. every time he walked into your bedroom with his head hung low, your arms were always open for him. every time. those sweet, sweet words of your reassuring him everything was gonna be okay left him and his heart filled. it left him feeling a different way about you. way different from just friendly.

oh, your peachy eyes have chris in a chokehold.