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Andy walks behind you as you hug yourself and chatter in the sterile cold hallways of the hospital. You’re let into a dim room where your dad lays beneath the light of a bedside lamp. Your own fatigue is underlined by the shadows all around. You rub your eyes with your sleeve as the nurse hangs a clipboard at the foot of the bed and turns to you. 

“He’s sedated. The doctor stitched his wounds and he was given a transfusion. He should recover however we will need to wait for him to be conscious before we can complete all cognitive testing,” she explains. 

“Oh,” you chew on the sweater cuff, unsure what to say. You’re still terrified. 

“Thank you,” Andy says, “when will the doctor be back? We’d like to ask some questions.” 

“Tomorrow. He’s attending the full floor so unfortunately, he’s not available at the moment,” the nurse answers, “the cafeteria won’t be open until 4am but there’s a drive through just down the street. Like I said, he’s under heavy sedation. He likely won’t wake up for some time.” 

You nod and nervously continue to nibble on the fabric, keeping an arm folded over your middle. You look at your dad as Andy thanks the nurse again and she leaves you, giving a reluctant explanation of the call bell. You wiggle your tingling nose as you near your dad and stare at him. 

He’s always been cantankerous but lively. He’s loud where you’re more laid back. He might have his flaws but there were moments you wouldn’t trade. No one’s perfect and he tried his best for all his mistakes. You hate seeing him so... empty. 

“Well, I guess we can hang around, wait for the doctor at least,” Andy suggests. 

“You can go back,” you murmur as you hover by the bed. “I’ll be okay.” 

“Oh, I can’t...” he protests softly, “I wouldn’t feel right. Besides, it’s too late. Cottage country isn’t much for street lights.” 

You hum and blink against a swell of tears. You just want to be alone so you can cry. You dip your chin down and heave a sigh. 

“Look, I... I lost my mom a few years ago. It wasn’t easy, I know but you’re doing yourself no favours wallowing in dread,” he stands near to foot of the bed, “just take a break. Let’s go get some food.” 

You rub your cheek, your eyes fuzzy and itchy as they long to close. You shake off the tiredness and look at Andy. You shrug. You are starving now that you think of it. 

You walk towards him and he backs up. 

“Sweetheart, it’s going to be alright,” he assures you. 

You don’t respond as you walk past him. He follows you out and pauses by the door, reciting the room number before he continues on next to you. He points and nudges you through the halls as you walk aimlessly. 

You go out into the night and ground yourself only as you sit in the passenger seat, the vibrant glow of a drive through sign beaming through from the other window. You look over, the drive down the street lost in the haze of your disbelief. 

“Hey, what do you want? Chicken or beef?” Andy asks. 

You swallow, “chicken?” 

You look back out into the dark bushes opposite the order box and sink in the seat. It just can’t be real. You were on vacation. You were up at a cottage, enjoying the lake and the sun, and then suddenly, the blinding white lights of the hospital and now this. A burger joint somewhere west of nowhere. 

Andy pulls around to the window and idles as you wait. The wafts of french fries stirs your stomach. You look down at your lap as you pick at your nails. 

“There’s nothing I can say to make this better. Or easier but I’ll do whatever I can,” he says as he reaches over you squeeze your shoulder, “just let me know anything you need, sweetheart.” 

He keeps his hand on you, rubbing your upper arm as he watches you. You just peer into the fog that clouds your distant stare. His hand climbs up to tickle your cheek and you flinch away in surprise. You look at him as the window snaps open and he reaches to take the food. You touch your cheek and frown. You must be imagining things. Or maybe it was a bug. 

He hands you the drinks and the bag and pulls out of the drive thru. He steers into and empty spot and parks. You open the top of the bag and sort it out between you. You don’t taste it but you devour it. You’re ravenous. The act of eating keeps you from feeling. 

“We could find a place closer to the hospital,” he says. “If we gotta be out here for a while.” 

“I told you, you can go back,” you mutter as you hold the straw just in front of your lips. 

“I don’t feel right leaving you. If it was Jacob, I’d hope your dad would do the same,” he flips on the overhead light and unfolds a napkin, “oh, jeez,” his lips curve slightly and he reaches across, surprising you as he wipes your chin, brushing your lower lip, “you got something.” 

You wince again and lean away from him, sucking the straw to hide your discomfort. He pulls back and crumples up the napkin. He goes back to pick at his tray of fries. 

“How long... he can’t stay up here, can he? Can’t they send him home?” You wonder. 

“Well, I don’t know, does his insurance cover medical transfers?” Andy asks. “You know, I’ve seen a lot of insurance cases in my time, they’ll find any loophole not to pay out.” 

“I... didn’t think of it.” 

“How can you? You’re dealing with a lot right now, and that’s understandable,” he says, “so let me take a little bit off your plate.” 

You inhale and let it out all at once. He’s right. You don’t know how to do any of this. You’re not ready for this. You’re not even out of college. You’re not really an adult yet. 

You could feel the juices from your pussy slopping against your thighs every time he drilled into you. Your ass cheeks slapping against his pelvis with each movement he made. Your pussy making a squishing sound that made you feel flustered.

"Hold on." He mumbled against your ear as he stopped thrusting inside of you to reach into his drawer digging something out.

You whispered for him to continue having been close to your orgasm you didn't want to lose it. Whining when he was taking a little longer than you would have liked.

Looking over quickly to see what he was doing then leaning your head back down. Feeling a cold object touch your wet sensitive folds, and then a high vibration buzzing against your clit making you squeal.

"Shit just like that Chris." You moaned out your pussy clenching around his cock.

Chris has always talked about using a toy on your during sex. He just never expressed when he wanted to do that. Now here he was deep inside of you while rubbing a vibrator against you.

Lifting his leg up even higher so he could get in a deeper angle. His cock slamming into your sweet spot making you see stars. Sweat was forming around your back and forehead. The sounds of his skin slapping against yours making your cheeks heat up.

He moved the toy around your clit harder and harder. That fire was forming in the pit of your stomach and you knew you weren't going to last much longer. Your legs were shaking feeling yourself getting closer to release.

Not even knowing what to do with your hands either having them on his body, or in your hair. At one point while his one hand was moving the toy against you, his arm that was underneath you moved slightly. His hand reaching up to grab you around your neck lightly choking you.

"Oh god I'm gonna cum Chris." You whined pushing your head back.

Chris groaning as he felt your pussy squeezing his cock. Your hips began to move in the rhythm of his cock. Still continuing to use the toy against you egging you on. Stopping for a quick minute, before his wrists would start snapping the toy against your clit and folds.

Your breathing was becoming heavier by the minute. His hand using the toy kept the tip of it against your clit pressing down harder so your back was arching against Chris. He was always one to tease you, and bring you to tears when it came to sex.

"Cum all over my cock baby." That was all it took before you felt your toes curling in the air, and you pussy squeezing him so tightly as you came around him.

Your body slumped against him as he pumped into you a couple more times. Groaning loudly as his cock twitched inside of you before squirting his warm load into you. The both of you out of breath after your kinky lovemaking.

Leaning his head forward so his forehead was pressed up against your shoulder. Giving you little tender kisses his hand running circles on your thighs in a soothing way. Feeling your eyes becoming heavier as you strained to keep them open.

You could feel yourself becoming tired already. Your legs felt like noodles there was no way you'd be able to stand properly.

You and Chris had been best friends for nearly a decade now, and you're not sure when his feelings for you changed. You love him with all of your heart, just not in the same way he feels about you. Just a few minutes ago, everything shifted when he told you that he has feelings for you, romantic feelings to be exact. It almost broke you to hear it, because you don't feel the same about him, and you're not sure when it changed. ''Chris...'' you started, but by the tone of your voice, he already knew everything he needed to know, he knew the feeling isn't mutual. ''It's okay, Y/N,'' he said, trying to hold his tears back but very much failing at it. ''I'm so sorry, Chris,'' and you reach out to him, wanting to take his hand. When he takes a step back, your own eyes start filling with tears. This was it. This was the end of your friendship with Chris.

''Chris, it's not that I don't care about you, because I do, but we don't feel the same way about one another. I love you, I fucking love you, but when I think of you, I think of you as my best friend. The one person I love more than anything in this world, and you're the most wonderful person I know-'' you said before he cut you off. ''Y/N, please stop. You don't need to make this any harder than it already is,'' he said with a sigh, his eyes staring a hole in the floor now. ''I think it's best if I just go, I'm sorry for mentioning it and I wish you the best,'' he said before grabbing his jacket and walking out the door. He didn't even say goodbye, he left you heartbroken. But in all fairness, you broke his heart first, so it isn't like you didn't deserve it.

As soon as Chris walked pulled your front door shut behind him, he leaned back against it, letting the tears fall he was so desperately trying to hold in. ''Why did I have to fuck everything up...?'' he whispers to himself, and he lets out a stifled sob, hoping you didn't hear him. When he picked himself back together a little bit, he walked to his car and quickly got in, driving away as soon as he could so he could go home and grab a drink, he could use a really strong one right about now. After a short drive, he pulled into his driveway, but he completely broke before he could get out of his car, the sobs he was letting out taking over, making him cry uncontrollably, he just lost the person he loved the most, all because he had to run his mouth and admit his feelings, if he had just kept them in this would have never happened. ''Why am I so fucking stupid sometimes?!'' he yelled at himself, hitting the top of his steering wheel multiple times with his fist to get some of the anger and sadness out.

It took him a good 30 minutes to calm down enough to get out of the car, and walk into his house, immediately greeted by Dodger who was always happy as a clam. ''Hi, Dodge...'' Chris said defeated, scratching him behind his ears as a welcome. He took his shoes off and hung up his jacket before stumbling into the kitchen. He grabbed some whiskey from his cabinet but didn't even bother pouring it into a glass, he drank it straight from the bottle to ease his feelings a bit, but to no avail. Even though the tears weren't streaming as much as they were, he was still fighting them back regardless, and all he can think was that he wishes he had just shut his mouth, and kept his feelings inside, so he wouldn't have thrown his entire friendship out the window.

The worst thing of all is that he knew damn well that you have a boyfriend now, but deep inside he thought that if he confessed his feelings for you. He sat down on the couch with the bottle still in his hand, turning on the tv without actually wanting to watch anything. He was just trying to find a distraction to keep his mind a bit at ease, which wasn't working. Instead, he decided to call Scott, which wasn't exactly the smartest thing he could do. ''Chris, what's up?'' Scott said when he answered the phone, and as soon as he did, Chris broke down again, filled with immense regret about his actions. ''Hold on, I'm coming over,'' Scott said and 15 minutes later he arrived, luckily he has a key to Chris's house because he hadn't moved from his spot on the couch.

''What happened?'' he said when he saw Chris on his couch, still taking sips from the bottle which was pretty much empty at this point. ''I fucked up, bad...'' he said, shaking his head in disbelief. ''I told Y/N how I felt- no how I feel about her even though she's in a relationship, and now I fucked everything up between us,'' Chris said while looking forward with a blank stare, not looking at anything. ''I wish I could say it isn't your fault, but this is one hundred percent your fault, Chris. You know she's happy with what's-his-face and yet you told her. In all honesty, I can't blame her for wanting a little space,'' Scott tells him, but it isn't what Chris wants to hear, although he also knows it's the truth.

Over the next few days, you received multiple drunk phone calls and drunk texts from Chris, but you didn't want to hear it. When he called you during your date night with your boyfriend, you couldn't take it anymore and decided to put an end to it. ''Chris, please stop calling and texting me, I need some time to think right now and I can't do that when you won't leave me alone,'' you say when you're outside, you told your boyfriend you were picking up a work call so you couldn't stay away too long either. ''Bubs, I miss you... Need you here with me, not with what's-his-face,'' he says and you sigh. ''Chris, please, don't make this harder than it has to be. I need my space right now so leave me alone,'' you say before hanging up, but your heart is shattered into a million pieces now, you've never talked to him this way, and it sucks that you have to now.

During your date night, your boyfriend talked about the fact that he got a job in Texas, but to work there, he would have to move out to Austin to be close to it. Without a second thought, you say you will move there with him, this is exactly what you need now that you need some space from Chris, to think over what happened. ''Really, you'd do that for me?'' he asks and you agree. ''For you, I'd move to the other side of the world if you'd ask,'' you say with a smile, but it doesn't quite reach your eyes. The conversation with Chris will forever be engraved in your memory. That night, you shoot Chris a text to let him know you're going to move to Texas.

Y/N: Hi Chris, just letting you know I'll be moving to Texas soon. Sorry, it has to be this way, but I think it's for the best.

Chris: When are you moving? Why? Is he forcing you to do this? Please Bubs, don't move there, I can't live without you here...

You decide not to reply to his text, and that night both you and your boyfriend are having a lovely night filled with sex, but the only person on your mind is Chris. Ever since he confessed his feelings for you, you haven't stopped to think about the things you're feeling, and this will soon catch up with you. Right now, however, is not the moment to worry about that, especially with your boyfriend's balls deep inside you right now. When you reach your third orgasm of the night, you accidentally let the wrong name spill from your lips, and in your pleasure, you moan Chris's name, not your boyfriend's. He stops immediately and pulls out without warning, looking at you like you've suddenly grown three heads. ''Did you just say Chris? Have you been thinking about him this whole time?!''

Just like that, your entire night took a completely different turn, and he went to sleep on the couch. At this moment, you felt lonelier than ever, because the person you wanted to talk to the most, is also the person you hurt the most, and you don't know if you can come back from that. Over the next few weeks, you start packing up your stuff because you're moving to Texas soon, and you're kind of glad Chris is off to film another movie because that means he won't be constantly calling and texting you and you can finally think more clearly.

~ The day you're moving to Texas ~

All of your stuff was packed, and you were getting ready to finally make the official move to Austin with your boyfriend. Ever since that night when you accidentally said Chris's name during sex, things between the two of you have been a little off, but you decided to move regardless, it would be good for you to move out of Boston, away from Chris for a little while so you could get your own life back together after everything that happened. Your boyfriend was already in Austin to get the house in order, and yesterday was the last day at your old job, so you would fly out today. You shut the door behind you before locking up, and putting the keys in the mailbox for the landlord to find later.

Your Uber for the airport was already waiting so you got in and the drive was silent, you weren't in the mood to talk at this moment, so you just looked out the window and watched everything rush by in a flash while your mind is all over the place. The person who's mostly on your mind is the person you're leaving behind, your best friend, Chris. Or ex-best friend at this point, since you haven't heard anything from him in almost a month now. You hate how you handled things and wished you did it a different way, but there's no turning back anymore. Not after everything that went down.

When you arrived at the airport you got your backpack and strapped it on your back, and with your passport in hand, you went to the check-in desk. On your way there, you heard someone call out. ''Y/N!'' they said, but you honestly didn't register it and went on with your walk to the check-in desk. There were plenty of people in this very same airport with the same name as you, so what are the odds that they meant you? It turns out that the odds are greater than you first thought, because they called your name again, getting closer this time. ''Y/N, please wait up!'' the voice said, and you finally turned around. Running towards you was a very out of breath Chris Evans.

He was honestly the last person you expected to see today, not only because he was busy with filming, but also because you pretty much fucked up your entire relationship with him. You also found it quite odd he was here now because you never let him know when you would exactly move to Texas, only that you were going to. ''What are you doing here, Chris? Aren't you shooting a movie right now?'' you ask, and you're getting worried about the fact that he just left the set to be here with you. ''Oh screw that, why would I be there, when my best friend is moving across the country without as much a fucking goodbye?!'' he said, raising his voice because he was getting upset.

''Why didn't you tell me you would be moving today, Bubs?'' he said, the sadness now taking over his voice. ''I told you I would be leaving, that should have been enough,'' you said, but you honestly weren't convinced, let alone that you expect him to be when you said that. He lets out a nervous chuckle, shaking his head. ''You're fucking unbelievable, you know that? You tell me you leaving, which I still don't agree with, but that's a story for another moment, and then you expect me to just be okay with you going without a goodbye? Did our friendship mean absolutely nothing to you?!'' he raised his voice again at the last question, and people were looking at the both of you now.

''Chris, you know that's not true. You know how much you mean to me, and I wish I didn't love you in the same way so this didn't hurt so fucking much!'' you said, and before your words fully registered with you, he grabbed your face and kissed you intensely, all the feelings of the last years being poured into it, and neither of you ever want the moment to end. When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his whilst the tears flowed down your cheeks. ''I'm sorry Chris, but I really can't do this. I have too much to figure out right now,'' you say before letting him go. ''Bubs, promise me you'll come back as soon as you have,'' he asks and you don't answer him.

''I love you, Bubba,'' you tell him, the tears making a steady stream down your cheeks and neck, while you turn around. ''I love you more, Bubs,'' Chris says and with that you left him behind, not looking back. You knew that if you did it at that moment, your heart would shatter into a million pieces and not be able to be put together. This was it, this was the moment you would leave your old life behind, and start a new one on the other side of the country, with the man who was waiting for you, who wanted to start a new life with you there. The man you settled for despite knowing full well he's not the one you would rather be with.

~ Alternative ending ~