You and Chris are kinda complicated.

You’re the only girl. The one he smokes with, the only one that knows his thoughts and feelings, the one he gets intimate with. Literally one time yall did it in the back of a bus.

Chris is absolutely terrified of commitment because of his past and home life. You want commitment but push it and you’re super patient with him. He just wants to feel alive and you help with that

His home life is terrible. You can see it in his eyes that he wants to get out. You can se either in his eyes that he needs it. It always starts with a phone call, then him driving his Camaro out of town, finding a chill place to smoke for a while, whether it’s in complete silence or him getting in his feels, and ends with you and him having the sweetest physical intimacy

So now you’re sitting on top of an abandoned brick building at 11:07 pm on a Friday night, smoking as usual. It was fall so it was colder than usual and the air was crisp, biting at your skin a bit. Chris was in his feels tonight, and it was a sensitive topic

“Girl you know you make my cold heart warm with a touch?” He looks over at you and intertwines his fingers with yours, looking down at your hands, his free hand holding his joint “One kiss then we’re fckin. I just can’t get enough. But the best part is the trust. Trust me I got nothing for you other than love”

He murmurs, trying to be nonchalant. But you can hear the vulnerability in his voice. He sounds so… fragile. It’s crazy sometimes

But you love him too.