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MY head immediately started pounding the minute i opened my eyes the next morning. pure confusion ran straight through my brain as i look around. i was still in chris's room. i see the brunette curls peek through the top of the blanket right next to me.

"chris.. did we?" i whispered, poking him to get his attention like an obnoxious child. he didn't move from his position, sleeping on his stomach.

"no, of course not." he mumbled, his words were almost inaudible due to his face being smushed against his pillow. i could see his eyes were still sealed shut.

"oh thank god." i whispered.

"what do you mean by that?" he asked with confusion. his blue eyes now visible as he slowly picks up his head to look at me. "do you regret kissing me?" he added, his voice cracked.

i didn't know how to respond. because, i didn't know the answer myself. "i was drunk chris, very drunk." i replied.

"so you do regret it. fuck." he sighed, massaging his forehead with his pointer finger and thumb.

"yeah i do. i mean, n-no. agh chris, i'm sorry. my head is spinning in circles. i'm hungover, i'm tired, and i slept in my makeup." i said. maybe i shouldn't have mentioned the makeup situation at this serious time. he quickly grabs the glass of water by his nightstand and hands it to me. i thanked him.

"always, y/n." he replied. that sounded flirty. my god, did i fuck up everything by kissing him.

"so, i uh.. think i should head home. you know, shower and maybe sleep til next year." i awkwardly laugh. he slowly starts to get up, revealing his shirtless body with just his boxers on. "can you drive me? i didn't take my car last night." i added.

"sounds good." he responded, he pulls me in for a hug. i tense up. his body was warm as he presses his half naked body onto mine. i was wearing one of his graph t-shirts and my underwear.

i thanked chris as i get out of his car, walking up to my driveway. i push in the garage code and walk inside. as i head to the kitchen to grab water, my mother was staring at me sitting at the table.

"welcome home." she snarled. she looked furious with her cup of coffee in her hand. as if she has been waiting hours for me to arrive. "where the fuck have you been?" she added.

"i uh, just got back from sleepover with bri." i lied. but knowing my mother, she can see i made that up from a mile away. she laughed to herself.

"y/n, i'm not dumb. and, i definitely wasn't born yesterday. did you sleep at the sturniolos?!" she asked demandingly.

"yes, i'm sorry. i might've gotten carried away with the drinks and one thing lead to another. and boom, passed out there." i said. i definitely wasn't lying about the one thing leading to another..

"this behavior needs to stop right now! something could have happened to you. i'm away for one night, and you don't come home?" she shouted at me. as if my headache wasn't already strong enough.

"i know, i really didn't mean for this to happen mom." i truthfully replied. she got up from her chair, coming closer to me.

"and it won't happen again, because you're grounded for the next two weeks!" she screamed.

"that's not fair! you really can't do that. mom.. the boys, their finals are next week, i need to go!" i pleaded.

"nope. you're not sweet talking yourself out of this one. i am done. no excuses." she said. i mentally rolled my eyes, didn't want her to get even more mad at me than she was.

i didn't even have it in me to fight her back anymore, i walk upstairs and accepted my fate. i start my shower, and take off chris's t-shirt and the basketball shorts he lended me since i wasn't going to walk into my house with just my underwear. it smelled like him, his cologne was top tier. i caught myself smiling before i shook my head and jumped into the shower.

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━━━━━━  chris🎸💌  ━━━━━━
10:55pm

chris: | y/n wya
u haven't texted
me all day

me: | bro my mom fucking
grounded me. im fucked.

chris: | pls tell me u can
still come to the show tho..
i need u there

me: | nope. grounded me
for 2 weeks. i'm so mad
rn u don't even get it fr.

chris: | u have to come.
i'll sneak u out if i have to.
i mean.. it's a late show anyway.
she might not even be up?

me: | we'll see when the night
comes around. i hope i can.

chris: | me too. there is no way
i can perform without u there
ʀᴇᴀᴅ 11:11ᴘᴍ

chris: | i miss u.
ʀᴇᴀᴅ 11:15ᴘᴍ

i shut my phone off as i sigh to myself. what did i do? i felt like my whole world was collapsing all at once, just because of one stupid night. i didn't text back.

and, if i did — i don't know what i would've replied with. i miss you too? chris, stop talking like this. i love you? shut up? i don't know. my head was racing with thoughts and i was waiting for just one to come to the finish line.

until one finally did.

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u already know
there has to be a part 4 bc wtf