#chrisconvo

Chris caught sight of the model before she saw him. They’d gone to college together. Chris always thought she was beautiful, hell everyone in their college thought she was. They had been friendly enough in college, but that was before Bella had full magazine spreads devoted to her body, and before Chris was a doctor, rather than just a med student dreaming of being one. Chris took his coffee from the counter and walked over to her and smiled, “Well if it isn’t Bella Olsen, the famous swimsuit model,” Chris says. “Long time no see,” he says. It’s a bit of lie though, because he has seen her, more of her than he cares to admit having seen parts of her body he’d never imagined seeing. Parts he feels slightly shameful to admit seeing. “How’ve you been?” He asks politely. 

Chris heard the car pull up to their small house, Cathy and Carrie were both already asleep, but Chris had stayed waiting making sure Casper got home. He peeked out the window and saw that Casper and was making out with the other male against the door. It made Chris’s stomach churn. Again he wrote it off as protectiveness, protecting him from some guy he didn’t know. Chris opened the door and quickly grabbed Casper back by his collar, “Sorry, but he has to go. He’ll call you or not, we’ll see,” he tells the male glaring at him before shutting the door. “Great job missing curfew again,” Chris says, “can you at least try to be home on time, and come home without some trash guy feeling you up against the door,” he huffs locking the door.

Chris isn’t too sure how these are supposed to go, is he supposed to wait in the lobby till she shows up, or claim their table and wait there, trusting the host or hostess will show her to their table when she gives them the name it’s under. He figures the second option is better, far easier than asking every blonde girl, as Cathy described her, if their name is Roxy. So he claims their table and waits there nervously playing with the edge of the white table cloth as he waits for her to arrive.

it was no use, the pair kept following him and flirting with him every chance they got. it would be easier and less annoying if he wasn’t attracted to both of them, then he could be frank as to why it wouldn’t work. but it wasn’t the case, both were equally attractive and endearing in their own way. chris huffed as he saw the pair walking towards him and tried to get up from his seat only to back himself into the corner, trapping himself with the two boys.

Is that short for 'U = Hard Me'?

Uuhhh..huh?