Chris felt like a fucking idiot. Wandering around the convenience store aimlessly, his hands thrusted into the pockets. He'd hauled his ass over to 7/11 the moment you'd asked him. It'd taken barely any convincing, honestly, he was weak for you. Maybe he wanted you to like him, or even tolerate him a little more. He didn't know. He felt stupid, really. But.. well, here he was.

Doing your bidding like a fucking puppy dog. It wasn't like he had to, you'd just come up to him in the midst of a party saying they'd ran out of snacks or some shit. In retrospect, he could've just told you to fuck off and went to sell some product. But he couldn't do that, he was too weak for you to say anything like that.

Honestly? He'd forgotten what you'd even wanted. Chris had gotten a little distracted, too busy drooling at how your little dress pushed your tıts up. Damn you. So he was stood in the store just staring at the aisle he assumed you wanted something from. He practically jumped out of his skin when he heard the sound of your heels against the ground, and felt your presence beside him.

"I know, yeah, I just.." he stared at you momentarily, trying to actually pay attention to your words this time. Chris swallows hard. scratching the back of his neck as he nods. He didn't need another lecture on paying attention to what you're saying, he'd had enough of those.

"Can you just.." he glanced around for a minute, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue. He was only here since you needed someone to do it for you, and you were too scared of going alone to get your stuff. "Tell me whatcha' want, okay? Just.. be quick," he sighed quietly.

You had him completely and utterly wrapped around your pretty manicured finger. His blue eyes lift to yours, almost imploring you to just be quick about what you wanted so he could head back to the party and have you forget he even existed.

But god, he can't stop himself from being infatuated with you, can he?