#i celebrated my birthday yesterday and I am a little bit hungover

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As it's Chris' birthday today, what's your Evanstan headcon for how they are spending it? We don't know if Chris is still in LA (as far as I know), do you think he might be back in Boston to be with his family? That would mean Seb could easily visit him now that the lockdown in NYC is over. Or would he fly to LA to celebrate with his bf? (He hasn't been seen in NYC in the last couple of days either, right?) Or will the only hang out virtually? I would love to know what you are imagining 😊

Hello darling!! So yesterday, I said I probably wasn’t going to write any Evanstan for a while, but then I woke up this morning and had a lovely little Evanstan headcanon fantasy about Chris’s birthday - as you do - and then I thought screw it, let’s write this thing. So here’s a little drabble (well, it should’ve been a drabble) about how Chris might have spent his birthday 😘

A/N: This is just a nonsensical little fantasy scenario that doesn’t actually make any sense, but the idea made me happy, so I hope it’ll make you guys happy too! Don’t look too closely, please, there’s some overlap with previous fics and this was all written very quickly and hasn’t been edited properly because it’s late where I am and I need to sleep lmao 🙈 Sorry about that!

Happy birthday, Mr. America 

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Chris likes surprises, generally speaking.

Not the nasty kind, like when a part unexpectedly falls through, or someone gets angry at him out of the blue and he doesn’t know what he’s done wrong. But he likes it when exciting things happen and shake things up a bit, like when he’s having a lazy day alone at home, and a friend suddenly shows up on his doorstep to tell him, change of plans, we’re going bungee jumping. When that happens, Chris will happily drop whatever he’s doing and jump in the car, because that’s the kind of thing that makes him feel alive.

So when he arrives at the Evans’ family house today, on his birthday, and is greeted by a chorus of Surprise! and Happy Birthdays from a bunch of people he hasn’t seen ages - literal years, in some cases - Chris is delighted and touched; excited to see familiar faces and catch up with his friends and family.

That excited feeling lasts for a solid few hours, until his Aunt Melanie corners him and starts telling Chris about her Pilates instructor. This isn’t the first time she’s tried to set Chris up with whichever wonderful girl she’s most recently met and feels would be perfect for Chris, but this time she’s really hammering on about how she just can’t understand why a good-looking, successful young man like him hasn’t found a wife yet. She no doubt means well, but that doesn’t mean Chris is about to go on a blind date with her Pilates instructor.

When he’s finally managed to excuse himself under the pretense of needing a bathroom break, he sneaks off to the back of the house, to his dad’s old study. As soon as the door closes behind him, he lets out a sigh of relief and leans back against it for a moment, catching his breath. He loves his family to bits, but there’s no denying they’re a lot. There’s a sofa in the study, a wide, navy blue one, and Chris lies down on it, stretching himself to his full length. He closes his eyes, hoping to nap for a couple of minutes, but no dice. His aunt’s comments play in his head on a loop, causing something uneasy to stir in his stomach.

The thing is, she’s right. He should already be married and have a couple of cute kids to dote on. He’s wanted to have a family and settle down for a long time, ever since he got done with sowing his wild oats and calmed down a little. He’s the long-term relationship kind, and there had been a few girlfriends with whom he thought he definitely could see a future.

That had been Before, though. Before Sebastian Stan had waltzed into his life and upended everything Chris thought he knew for certain, complicating everything in the best and worst possible way. After the initial shock of developing feelings for another guy wore off, Chris had simply accepted his infatuation as a fact of life, and it had become something he carried with him always, but never acted on or even spoke of. He wouldn’t know where to start. It was clear there was something between them, though. The way Sebastian looked at him sometimes… It had to mean something. For the longest time, they’d danced around each other, always just shy of outright flirting, and there had been a few times when Chris really thought something might finally happen between them. But it never did.

And now it never would. They’ve hardly even seen each other, over the past year, after they stopped working together. Sure, they kept in touch from time to time, but there is only so much keeping in touch two work friends can plausibly do before it gets weird or necessarily has to turn into something else. And Chris thought he’d accepted that, more or less.

But then last week, he and Scott had gotten drunk together – like really, stupidly drunk. At around 3 in the morning, Scott had put on The First Avenger so he could make fun of Chris in his skin tight leggings, and then suddenly Sebastian’s face had been right there on his TV screen: larger than life, young and handsome like he’d been when Chris first felt that tug in his gut when he’d looked at him.

And Chris, whose brain-to-mouth filter unfortunately ceases to exist entirely whenever he’s had too much to drink, had just blurted out, “I think I’m in love with him.”

Initially, Scott had thought Chris meant that Steve was in love with Bucky. 

“Well, clearly,” he’d slurred. “They’re soooo gay, oh my god.”

And instead of using the misunderstanding to cover up for his unfortunate drunken slip-up, Chris had slowly shook his head and corrected, “No, with Sebastian. ‘M in love with Sebastian. Have been for a long time, I think.”

He’d passed out not long after, possibly his subconscious’ way of trying to protect himself against the barrage of questions from Scott that Chris had been in no state to answer in that moment. Inevitably, Scott had tried to talk to him about it the next day, but Chris – hungover, embarrassed and annoyed with himself for opening his big mouth and spilling this secret that he’d managed to keep for close to a decade – had told Scott to leave it and that he didn’t want to talk about it. Nothing was ever going to come of this now anyway, so it was much better if they could all just forget it ever happened.

Scott and he had gone to dinner at their mom’s that night, and of course, Lisa had instantly sensed something was off. Unfortunately, Chris never did stand a chance in hell against his mother, so when she took him to aside after dinner and outright asked him what was wrong, he’d had no choice but to spill the beans. Besides, if he didn’t, Scott would probably have found a way to guilt him into telling Lisa, eventually - they’d always shared everything with her, after all.

Lisa had been so loving and understanding, just like Chris knew she would, and despite the aching in his chest, he was grateful and a little bit relieved to know he wasn’t keeping something this significant from her any longer. But in the end, it didn’t change anything. Of course, Lisa had asked him why he didn’t just go for it, told him to just go for it, call Sebastian and ask him out for dinner, but Chris had dismissed all her suggestions. It just wasn’t going to happen. Certainly not now, not anymore.

She’d dropped it, eventually, but Chris is under no illusions that he’s heard the last of it.

Since then, he’d tried to put the whole fiasco out of his mind, but then Aunt Melanie started badgering him about his marital status and it had all come rushing back again.

Just when Chris about to give up on trying to nap and head outside to get some fresh air instead, there’s a knock at the door.

Chris sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Come in,” he calls, not bothering to get up because it’s probably his mom coming to check on him. “Hey, mom,” he says, when Lisa’s head does appear around the door.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she replies, smiling. She opens the door a little wider. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“Oh?” Chris says, sitting up a little straighter for whatever friend or family member his mom wants him to meet so urgently, but then Lisa steps aside to reveal –  

Sebastian.

Sebastian is here. In his mom’s house. Standing right there, looking a little apprehensive and unsure, but still so fucking gorgeous it makes Chris’s heart stop for a moment inside his chest, before it starts up again at double speed.

“Hey, Chris,” Sebastian says, and it’s his voice, he’s really here, in Chris’s dad’s old study, speaking actual words at him.

What the fuck.

Chris gets to his feet so fast he feels a bit lightheaded, lightly swaying on his feet before he manages to get some semblance of a reply. "Hi. What- Sebastian. What are you doing here?"

Sebastian’s eyes flicker to Lisa for a moment, looking at her a little uncertainly. She gives him an encouraging nod.

“Um,” Sebastian starts, turning his eyes back to Chris again. “Lisa, your mom, invited me to your surprise birthday party.” He licks his lips nervously. “So, yeah, happy birthday. And, um. Surprise.” The last word is accompanied by a dorky little wave, and Chris is just. Speechless.

Literally, can’t form any words speechless, which is highly unusual for him. When he just keeps standing there, staring a Sebastian like he’s some kind of fata morgana, Lisa rolls her eyes and nudges Sebastian with her elbow.

“Well, go on, then,” she prompts, nodding in Chris’s direction. “He won’t bite.” Then, the look in her eyes turns mischievous, and Chris has half a second to think oh no, before she adds, “Unless you like that sort of thing, of course, but then he'd ask first. I raised him well.”

Sebastian makes a strangled sound, but starts towards him nonetheless, and before he really knows what’s happening, Chris is holding Sebastian in his arms. Holding him in his arms and burying his face in the crook of his neck and breathing him in. Sebastian’s arms go around him, too, a little tentative at first, but growing tighter, more secure, the longer the hug lasts. 

And it lasts, much longer than a casual happy birthday hug between friends is supposed to last, but Chris can’t for the life of him bring himself to let go. He knows he’s clinging, that he’s got his nose pressed to the spot below Sebastian’s ear and that’s probably far too intimate, but Sebastian’s arms around are wound tightly around Chris’s waist and his cheek is presses to the side of Chris’s face, and he’s not letting go either.

Finally, after what feels simultaneously like forever and the blink of an eye, Sebastian inhales shakily, his chest expanding against Chris’s. With Herculean effort, Chris makes himself pull away. But, of course, that brings with it the complication of being able to see Sebastian’s face, flustered and glowing, eyes shining with something unnameable. They’re so close then, their faces only an inch or so apart, and when Sebastian’s eyes flicker down to Chris’s mouth for a split second, Chris’s restraint breaks.

He lunges forward, and Sebastian does the same, and their mouths crash together awkwardly and suddenly, they’re kissing. Really, actually kissing. 

Chris’s hands fly to Sebastian’s face, holding it like it’s something precious, causing Sebastian to make a small, desperate sound that reverberates throughout Chris’s entire body. When he licks at the seam of Sebastian’s lips, Sebastian parts them immediately, letting him in, and Chris is drowning. Drowning in the kiss, in Sebastian’s taste, his smell, the little sighs he’s making against Chris’s lips, like he’s just as overwhelmed and stupefied and happy as Chris is, while they cling to each other like they’re each scared the other’s going to disappear if they dare to let up for just one second.

Eventually, though, they have to break apart for air. Chris presses their foreheads together, unwilling to put any more distance between them than is strictly necessary, still breathing the same air. When Chris eventually opens his eyes, he finds Sebastian looking back at him in a way that makes his knees feel suddenly weak.

"Hi," Seb says, voice low and husky.

"Hey," Chris replies, his hands on either side of Sebastian’s face, thumbs idly caressing his cheekbones.

Sebastian giggles, a light, happy sound that makes his nose do that scrunchy thing it does, and Chris wants to die. He groans, pulling Sebastian back in by the back of his neck –

And then Lisa clears her throat. Sebastian startles; he’d evidently forgotten she was still there, or maybe assumed she’d have left to give them their privacy, but that just goes to show Sebastian doesn’t know Lisa very well – yet.

"Well,” Lisa says, a grin in her voice. “I'll leave you two to it then, let me know if you need anything.” She pauses, before cheekily adding, “Anything at all."

“Yes, thank you, mom,” Chris says quickly, keen to spare Sebastian any further embarrassment. Sebastian’s hiding his face in Chris’s chest as it is, arms still wound around his waist, and Chris is literally about to pass out from how fucking cute that is.

Holding up a placating hand, Lisa finally retreats, closing the door behind her.

Once they’re alone, Chris steers Sebastian towards the couch, sitting down and pulling him into his lap. Sebastian lets himself be guided, straddling Chris’s thighs and giving him a coy look through his eyelashes. Chris blows out a slow breath to center himself a little, bringing up his hands to settle on Sebastian’s waist.

He knows they’ll need to talk about this at some point, but right now he can’t think of a single way to express what he’s feeling, and what this means to him. Right now, all he can do is stare at Sebastian in wonder, relishing finally getting to look at him the way he’s always wanted to: unabashedly, fondly, and very appreciative of exactly how tempting Sebastian’s lips look – especially after having been thoroughly kissed. By him.

“Fuck,” Chris breathes, overwhelmed, leaning in again to catch those pretty pink lips in another kiss.

Sebastian responds beautifully, opening up right away, melting into him. His arms wind around Chris’s shoulders, fingers scratching gently through the hair on the back of Chris’s head, making him shiver.

It’s sweet, at first; lips sliding together lazily, slow and lush, but eventually, the kisses turn a little dirtier, with nipping teeth and teasing tongues. When Sebastian bites Chris’s bottom lip a bit too hard, pulling on it, Chris literally goes cross-eyed for a second. The hand that found its way into Sebastian’s hair tightens instinctively, pulling his head back just a little.

“Oh,” Sebastian breathes, eyelids fluttering, and Chris instantly feels all his blood rushing south.

He can’t believe it. He can’t believe he has Sebastian here, in his lap, looking like innocence and sin wrapped into one, looking at him through heavy lidded eyes like it’s Chris who’s something to be desired. And Chris wants. He wants so bad, with every fiber of his being, to have Sebastian right there and then, but he has just enough presence of mind left to know that they can’t rush this, can’t make any rash decisions they might later regret if they don’t talk about what’s happening first.

Words still seem impossible, however, so instead, Chris takes one of Sebastian’s hands in his and presses a kiss to the center his palm, hoping to convey with that one gesture everything he wants to say but can’t.

When he looks back up, Sebastian blinks at him, his eyes wide and stunned, before he suddenly grabs Chris’s face between his hands and starts planting breathless kisses on his cheeks, his eyelids, his forehead, and even his nose. Chris lets himself be kissed, basks in it, feeling like his heart might burst, and when Sebastian finally presses his lips to his mouth, Chris seizes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Despite Chris’s best intentions, it turns heated again in no time. Without his permission, his hands slide under Sebastian’s shirt, stroking the smooth, warm skin of his back, while Sebastian mouths at Chris’s jaw, then trails a path of kisses down the column of his neck.

“Seb,” Chris groans, hands tightening convulsively on Sebastian’s waist. “Sebastian, wait.”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Sebastian pants, lifting his head to look down at him. He’s disheveled, his hair a mess, pupils blown, his lips red and a little raw from mouthing at Chris’s beard. He looks stunning.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” Chris says honestly, touching Sebastian’s left cheek.

Sebastian ducks his head turning his face into Chris’s palm, but he’s smiling, which makes Chris smile, too, then they’re just smiling at each other like a couple of dorks.

Chris shifts their positions to get more comfortable, tugging at Sebastian until they’re both lying on the couch on their sides, face to face. Pulling him closer, into his chest, Chris swings a leg over both of Sebastian’s, and Sebastian takes the hint immediately, snuggling into Chris and tucking his head under his chin so they’re full on cuddling.

“Best fucking birthday present ever,” Chris mutters into Sebastian’s hair, his hand tracing idle patters on Sebastian’s upper arm. In reply, Sebastian presses a kiss to Chris’s chest, over his heart.

Somehow, they snooze for a little while, just drifting in and out of consciousness, neither of them seeming to want to untangle themselves from the other, until after an indeterminate amount of time, there’s a soft knock at the door.

Chris hums questioningly in reply, not wanting to wake Sebastian, and the door opens cautiously. Lisa pokes her head in again, and the moment she sees them, all wrapped around each other like that, she covers her mouth with her hands, cooing softly.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” she whispers, her eyes shining with affection and pride.

“Thanks, mom,” Chris whispers back, blinking back tears. “Love you.”

From where he’s half asleep on Chris’s chest, Sebastian murmurs, “Love you, too.”

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Too Close To Home - Chapter 9

“Mila, get your huge ass up.” Someone screams near my ear, waking me up from my slumber. As I slowly open my eyes, something that feels like a pillow made contact with my face.

“What the fuck?” I say furiously to whoever that was. My eyes and head hurts from the impact of the pillow. I’m also feeling a little hungover, so the pillow just added the throb in my head. My eyes got blurry for a minute so I just blink repeatedly to see who the hell it was.

“I’M SORRY… BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” Dinah screams, seemingly more happier about my birthday than I am.

Oh right. When I came to LA two days ago, the girls were already here. They were staying in an apartment they rented for a while and I got a hotel apartment as we were staying here for 5 days before actually going back on the road.

I had my concert tour yesterday and they all surprised me by coming to the concert. They actually bought the tickets when it was first out on sale. I could’ve given them for free but they said they said it wouldn’t be a surprise if I knew. It was sweet of them to do so, and they must’ve bought them early as it was sold out back in January.

We hung out and caught up with everything after I was done, just us 5. When the time struck 11, Normani and Dinah proposed going to a club, as my pre-birthday celebration. I agreed because well, it’s my 21st birthday so what the hell right?

We decided to go to the basement club under The Nice Guy restaurant. It’s definitely a place we don’t go often, only when we think it’s necessary. It’s so expensive and even if we’re all basically richer than an average young adult, we were aware of how much we should spend. Have you heard about the celebrities who got broke? Yeah, we don’t want that.

Not everyone knows the club. It was ideally for rich people and celebrities. There were rumors and speculations of the club, but no one actually confirmed them. You’d be surprised with how wild the celebrities are in this club. There’s no one who would rat them out, so the inhibition they have outside is pretty much gone out the window by 5 the time they step on the floor.

We drank, dance and partied with all of our might. I took advantage of my legal age to buy the drinks, even if the other 3 girls were basically 21 and above already. I just had to make good use of my age. Well technically, buying drinks isn’t really good but hey, I’m old enough to make my own decision and my instincts tell me to buy more drinks- so I did.

By the time it was half past two, we were too drunk to function. Before we actually collapsed, we were able to call two taxis and went our way, knowing that we’ll meet again the next day, for my birthday dinner.

Dinah actually went with me instead of the girls, saying that she wanted to catch up with me as an excuse. But once we went back to my room, we fell asleep. We didn’t even change our clothes or exchange one word to each other, that’s how tired we were.

Now, getting screamed at and hit on the face doesn’t really help from the inevitable hangover. I just at Dinah in disbelief, she knows how drunk I was. But she seems oddly fresh.

“Sorry, I was aiming at your body but yeah.” She says shyly.

“How bad is your aim Dinah?” I retort.

“Pretty bad, I wasn’t gonna hit you or anything but you’re such a heavy sleeper, I needed to wake you up,” she says.

“Why, and what time is it anyway?” I ask, now noticing the sun brightly shining through the room. They say that huge windows makes the scene outside more beautiful and I would have agreed before. But now, I just feel like the sun is shining on me just to spite me for taking advantage of my age. It just didn’t seem like a bad idea yesterday.

“7,”

“What the hell? why are YOU awake? You always sleep through. But more importantly, why the hell am I awake?” I say, laying back down carefully to not trigger my headache more.

“Because it’s your birthday, silly,” she says in an amused tone, “and Lauren’s waiting for you in the living room.”

I abruptly sit back up, my eyes wide and jaw slacken. Why is she waiting and why her of all people? I don’t mind, I’m just a little bit surprised.

Yesterday, when we went out, we were pretty friendly but we were never alone so that helped.

“Why is she outside?” I ask.

“You’re gonna go out with her,” she says nonchalantly.

“Why?”

“She wants to hang with you alone before we go out to celebrate for your birthday,” she says as if it was the most normal thing to do.

“Uh, again, why?” I ask, this is just odd, why Lauren of all people?

Dinah sighs, tired of answering my endless loop of asking why, “That, I don’t know. You can ask Lauren but for now, you better get ready.”

“But..”

“Camila, please.. she wants to hang with you.”

I contemplate whether to stand up or continue sleeping. But Lauren’s outside already, it would be rude to just ignore her. Reluctantly, I start standing up, the hangover gone out the window. It is now replaced with  heart palpitations. Even if she hasn’t been on my mind lately, she still manages to make my heart beat rapidly.

I walk out of the room to the bathroom outside and see Lauren watching a movie on the TV mounted on the wall, she was wearing her casual ripped jeans and crop top. She looks confortable leaning on the couch with her feet on top of the coffee table.

The hotel suite is quite big, I kind of rented it this way. The girls said that we’re going to have my birthday celebration in my place. It wasn’t anything special, just a small dinner amongst ourselves. But since we’re doing it in my place, I had to rent a huge one, after all, this is gonna be my home for a week.

“Heyyy, happy birthday you oldie,” she says with a wide smile as I walk to the room, “we’re going out, probably for breakfast and shit.”

I thought maybe Dinah was tricking me but Lauren just confirmed what Dinah said. Instead of asking why, I just nodded with a smile. Again, she’s trying to make an effort to rekindle our friendship. I did agree on being friends.

“Yeah, sure… I’m just gonna shower and get ready first.”

“Alright,” she smiles, diverting her eyes back to whatever she’s watching.

It took about 45 minutes to shower. Yes, it’s long but I had to shave and everything, don’t want to flash a hairy leg on my birthday.

By the time it was 9, I was ready.

She smiles at me when she saw me walk out of the room and compliments me on my choice of clothing, making me blush and the butterflies in my tummy erupt in the process.

She drove with the car she rented, not telling me where we were going. She said it’s a surprise. The only clue I got was a restaurant where they serve breakfast. That could be anywhere.

“Lauren, I’ll ask this one more time, where are we going?” I ask in a threatening voice that doesn’t sound as such, it sounded softer than when a little girl talks. I was too curious to let it go to the point of desperation.

“And like I said, it’s a surprise, just lay back and enjoy the ride,” she says cheerily, her patience unwavering.

I sigh in defeat, too tired to ask again, Instead of asking where, “Why are we going out?” I ask hesitantly. It’s not that I’m not grateful for her wanting to go out with me, it’s just that I feel like she felt obligated to go out with me since it’s my birthday. I just needed a confirmation that this was her choice.

She looks at me for a few seconds before saying, “It’s your birthday, I wanna patch things up with you before the birthday. I know we agreed on being friends a few weeks ago, but we didn’t have time to actually act on it. This is my part of acting on it cause I wasn’t kidding when I said it. I-I miss you Camz and I wanna hang with you without any bad blood,” she rambles nervously, so its obvious that she speaking the truth.

“Okay,” I say while looking at her, not knowing what else to say.

“Okay?” she turns to me again, steering the car to the left a bit, making the car beside us honk, making us realize that she staring a tad bit longer than necessary.

I wasn’t much help either since I stared back. She has the best facial structure, it’s hard not to stare. I mean, those jaw line and the cheekbones, her thickly trimmed brows and the mesmerizing green eyes.

“Okay,” I repeat.

“Well then,” Silence issued a few seconds later before she occupied it again, “how do you feel about being an official-official adult?”

“Official-official, the repetition is a bit redundant, don’t you think?”

She chuckles before stating, “No.. Official is 18 years old kind of adult, official-official is when you’re 21.”

“Ahhh, well then… Ask me in a month, maybe I’ll have an answer. It’s still 10am, I’m not even sure I’m fully awake yet,” I respond.

“Right,” she laughs.

We talk for a little more before she came around to park the car in front of a restaurant that I knew too well. We used to go for hangouts back when we were still friends.

I smile, feeling warmth spread through my body, Lauren knows how to just do that. We went here before we got together so it was a long time ago. I’m surprised she even remembers, it wasn’t a really a known place and relatively far than normal restaurants. The restaurant is also relatively more expensive than average restaurants, but it held a lot of memories and it means more than money.

We came across this place when Lauren and I walked around back when we were still in X-Factor. She was too stressed out so we decided to walk around. We got hungry and this was the closest restaurant we could find. We laughed and joked around a lot every time we came here. This is probably the other place we never fought. But it doesn’t really count because we never stepped here when we got together.

We walk together towards an into the restaurant. The place looks clean and everything but I can’t help but reminisce. It looks the same.

We sit on a booth with her across from me. I look around and notice that the place is completely empty. Yeah, it wasn’t known but there were always customers around.

I wanted to ask, but she answered me before I could even verbally ask, “I rented the whole place.”

I look at her in disbelief. One, how could she know that I was gonna ask that and secondly, I thought that only happens in romantic movies. Not only that, they only do it on dates, this is just a friendly breakfast. Right?

“Why?”

“It’s your birthday,” she says as if it makes sense.

“Yeah.. I appreciate all this but why?” The word why is now my most used word at the age of 21.

“Privacy, I want to hang with you without any interruptions,” she simply says, smiling contently at me, making the butterflies flutter faster in my stomach.

She’s gotta booked the place before actually do that right. So when did she rent it? Since when did she plan this? I was gonna ask her but a waiter walks to the table with a tablet on his left hand, taking our orders by tapping on the device, leaving us alone once again after that, making me forget what I wanted to ask.

“So, what’s up?” I ask, trying to start a conversation but failing miserably. Who says that now? It’s the worst conversation starter. (Take note boys..)

“Are you seriously asking me that? How bad is your social skills?” She says in midst of laughing. “Anyway, the conversation we had when we all had dinner last year..”

…

Lauren’s POV

“Psttt, who says?” she turns to Cara with a mischievous smile. She looks down to her lips and back up.

Yeah, the night just got worse.

She leans in while Cara just sits there, probably too surprised by how advanced Camila is being right now. Cara has always flirted with Camila since way back but Camila never glanced her way. She just thought Cara was just being friendly. But I could tell Cara was interested in her. I mean, look at her, who wouldn’t? But Cara didn’t know about us, so she probably thought that Camila wasn’t interested in girls.

Camila has always been honest and loyal to me, but my insecurities got the best of me. It messed with my head for a while and I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to push her to break up with me, I was that much of a chicken to be the one to break it off. I made it her call to break up with me. I’m pretty surprised it took her about 5 months to actually call it quits.

I saw her cover of Say You Won’t Let Go in BBC Live Lounge yesterday, and it would be a lie if I say it didn’t open up a few wounds. I can’t help but feel that it’s about me. I don’t know if she’s dating anyone else and there were rumors about her with Shawn and Michael, but that song seemed like she’s singing about a girl. But maybe I’m just delusional, we broke up 10 months ago, she probably moved on already.

Now, looking at her shamelessly leaning to kiss Cara, it confirmed to me that I was too hopeful for such thoughts. I couldn’t take it so I ‘accidentally’ banged the table with my knee, startling both of them. But hey, at least they stopped their eyefucking.

Camila just smirks, knowing that that 'accident’ was deliberate while Cara just looks disordered. Camila never gave her any attention and now she wants to kiss her, so that’s pretty understandable.

Camila stands up immediately, downing another shot before grabbing my arm, dragging me downstairs saying, “Let’s dance.”

Once again, we’re in the middle of the dance floor, people around us dancing just as Collide by Justine Skye blast through the speakers.

She walks to my personal space just as she starts GRINDING on me.

If I wasn’t turned on before, I surely am now. I can feel my sex throbbing, arousal pooling my panties.

She leaned on my ear and started singing to my ear. Her voice dripping with arousal, just like me, quite literally. Her breathing was deeper than usual, her hands moving to my hair, disheveling it while her body moves seductively.

I been knowing you for long enough Damn I need you right now You can take your time, don’t have to rush This might take us a while, (yeah) I left all the doors unlocked and you said you’re on your way When you get here don’t just say a word, got no time to play.

It sounds so suggestive that I can’t quite respond. My body is tense and unmoving. I look around and notice that I’m the only one who isn’t dancing. I gaze back to Camila, her pupils dilated under the dim strobe lights.

“Come on Lauren, loosen up a bit, your girlfriend won’t have to know. It is just dancing after all.”

SHIT. Lucy…

She starts singing again, making my head spin. My girlfriend now lost in the back of my mind.

Lucy who?

I know you think that you know me But you ain’t even see my dark side This is for you only So baby do me right, do me right

I start dancing. It wasn’t as loose as most of the dancers but it’s a start. Camila leans back to look at my face, smiling proudly as if I’m a toddler who just stood up and walk for the first time, except that this is not as innocent.

She turns around and put her voluminous ass right at my sex, putting just the right pressure to make me want more. Camila will be the death of me.

She’s grinds her body sexually, making me think of our.. history. She was always so good in bed, making me scream on top of my lungs for her name repeatedly.

Yes, I’m a bottom - only when it comes to her though.

Seriously, people see her as this cute innocent girl, and she is, just not in bed. When she’s in bed, she becomes this dominant vixen, making dirty promises and actually putting out.

Now that she’s dancing with me, in front of me, and for me, I can’t help but start to get loose, but of course, under her authority. Our body fit together, knowing just how our body works. Our chemistry evident by just looking at our bodies.

We can go all, the time We can move fast, then rewind When you put your body on mine And collide, collide It could be one of those nights Where we don’t turn off the lights Wanna see your body on mine And collide, collide Baby it’s all your if you want me, all yours if you want me Put it down if you want me (tonight) Said it’s all yours if you want me,all yours if you want me Put it down if you want me (Let’s collide)

Her body is leaning against mine, her sweat mixing with mine. Her hand starts to crawl past her shoulder to my neck before turning again to look at me. She smirks, knowing that I’m turned on just by looking at my face and honestly, I didn’t even try to mask it.

I lean to her ear, “Who were you singing about for the cover?”

She leans back, confused at first. She seemingly racks her brain before realization dawn her.

She smiles, “You…”

She then walks back to the booth upstairs while I stood there alone in the middle of the dance floor while people moved around me, too starstruck to move. Ever since I heard her rendition, I was obsessed. Ive always wanted it to be the reason why but now that Camila confirmed it, I can’t help but feel like shit. Why am I thinking about Camila when I have a girlfriend back at home? It was only a wishful thinking at first..

I contemplate whether I should stay or not.

I could go home and sleep through it, maybe after a cold shower, or I stay and make sure Camila will be okay.

As I look up, I see her looking at me from the interior balcony, waiting. She bores her eyes through mine, making my knees weak.

I knew then that I would stay for her through the ends of the earth.

…

I look at Lauren, she just said that I almost kissed Cara but stopped myself. But I have a feeling that’s not the truth, her eyes doesn’t seem to be telling the truth. Too bad I was too drunk to remember anything. Maybe I could ask Cara next time.

Our food came minutes later, causing me to be distracted and dig through my food, not caring about how unattractive I might look right now by clogging too much food in my mouth or how Lauren’s looking amused at my extensive appetite.

Whatever, I’m hungry.

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Chapter Sixty (!!!!!): Beatrice’s Birthday

Sixty Chapters and nearly three years of Aristocrats. For those of you who made it this far- thanks for sticking with me and this crazy family!!

Lucky: “There ya go, pal! Have a good one, sir!”

Courtney: “Nice job, you’ve really gotten the hang of this. You’re gonna be better than me soon.”

Lucky: “Please, I hit level ten like a week ago, I’m amazing.”

Courtney: “You definitely are. I mean, ahem, you are a very good veterinarian, Lucky.”

Lucky: “I’m glad you think so- hey, can I go early? It’s my mom’s birthday and I have to get her a gift on the way home to set up the party.”

Courtney: “No worries, head on out! Am I still invited to the party?”

Lucky: “Absolutely! I can’t wait for you to meet my mom, it’ll be hilarious!”

Courtney: “I don’t know what that means.”

Lucky: “See you tonight, wear something pretty!”

Patient: “Was that your girlfriend?”

Courtney: “No, she’s just my coworker.”

Patient: “Cool. I’ve actually been coming here for a while now whenever Muffins gets sick, and I was talking to a friend and she said I should get out there more and now I’m rambling so much, sorry, I’m Emily.”

Courtney: “Nice to meet you, I’m Courtney.”

Emily: “Do you want to go out sometime?”

Courtney: “Really? I mean, yeah, um, what’s your number?”

Emily: “I’ll put it in your phone.”

Lucky: “Okay, my mother, the professional Reality Show Contestant is getting old today, what do you get someone like that for their birthday?”

Lucky: “What about..oh- Hey, Milo.”

Milo: “Hey! I was just about to call you- I’m bringing this guy I want you to meet to Mom’s party.”

Lucky: “Really? You don’t have to do that, I mean-”

Milo: “Unless you already have somebody in mind?”

Lucky: “Kinda, I mean...you know Courtney?”

Milo: “Is that that bitch that backstabbed you in the talent show?”

Lucky: “No! This is the guy that I work with.”

Milo: “Oh. Him? I mean, good for you and everything but..”

Lucky: “What’s wrong with him?”

Milo: “Absolutely nothing. Which is the problem. He’s boring, kiddo. It’s not worth it.”

Lucky: “He’s nice.”

Milo: “I’m sure he is. Just meet Trip when I bring him tonight. You’ll get along.”

Lucky: “Fine!”

Milo: “Okay, see you in a bit- and don’t get mom a censored bar bikini that’s what I got.”

Lucky: “Gross! See you later.”

Lucky: “Crap, now I have to put this back…”

Beatrice: “I cannot believe this. I cannot believe this- can you imagine me with white hair? I can’t do this baby, you know I can’t.”

Lorne: “Bea, there’s no choice. It’s not that bad, soup even tastes better now.”

Beatrice: “I hate soup more than anything in the entire world!”

Lorne: “Baby, it’s fine. You’ll be fine.”

Lucky: “I’m home!”

Lorne: “I’ll be right back, don’t spiral any further.”

Beatrice: “Don’t let Lucky and her beautiful smooth skin in here! I can’t stand it!”

Lucky: “How is she?”

Lorne: “It’s a solid seven. Better than Eliza’s wedding outburst, worse than Selvadorado.”

Lucky: “Jeez. Can you keep looking after her while I get the rest of the party put together?”

Lorne: “Can’t you do it? I really don’t wanna go back in there.”

Lucky: “Dad, you are the strongest man I know. You can do this. Contain the spiral!”

Lorne: “Containing the spiral. Got it.”

Lorne: “And you’re sure that’s what you want to wear?”

Beatrice: “What?! I spent nine hours choosing this!”

Lorne: “Well you spent nine hours getting hammered in the back of your closet, honey. You look beautiful, let’s go to the party!”

Lucky: “Dusty! How’s Two? How’s the baby?-Oh my god…”

Milo: “Why would she wear that? We don’t need to see that sag all at once right in front of us.”

Dusty: “Shut up, she’ll hear you.”

Beatrice: “And so, finally after my 25 days of Beatrice celebration, I’m finally going to film- my family reacts to me aging up! Woo!”

Milo: “I have never heard a less enthusiastic woo in my entire life.”

Beatrice: “Get me a mirror, stat!”

Lorne: “Honey, you look as beautiful as ever. Now, let’s find you a longer skirt.”

Milo: “Lucky! Hey- this is Trip.”

Trip: “Hey.”

Lucky: “Wow, um, hi- I’m Lucky. I mean I’m not especially Lucky, Lucky is my name.”

Milo: “Usually she’s better than this.”

Lucky: “Shut up, Milo.”

Beatrice: “I have to admit this is more fun than I thought it would be.”

Milo: “Hey, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Milo.”

Courtney: “I’m Courtney.”

Milo: “Oh! Lucky’s business partner- and you look like that! Sorry, I guess I just thought you were a woman.”

Courtney: “Nope, have you seen Lucky?”

Milo: “Oh, yeah, she’s over there with Trip.”

Courtney: “Oh, cool. Looks like I’m getting a text. Bloop. Vet emergency? I’ll be right there.”

Milo: “Okay? Bye Candace! What a weird dude.”

Trip: “Something wrong? You keep looking at the door.”

Lucky: “No it’s totally cool, I love this song,wanna make out?”

Beatrice: “It’s like Lucky is throwing her spectacular youth in my face. I can’t take this. I can’t even see!”

Lorne: “Do you need glasses?”

Beatrice: “No! No Glasses please I beg you!”

Lorne: “Calm down, babe, you’re fine just not being able to see. Maybe that way you won’t see your daughter hardcore making out with that weird guy down the street that handwashes all of his clothes in a bucket.”

Beatrice: “Ew! The barn guy? Why is our daughter making out with the barn guy? I raised her to have better taste than this! Bike messengers or better!”

Lorne: “Beatrice, please, just settle down and enjoy the party!”

Beatrice: “How can I? I’m so old, music makes me want to wave a cane at children!”

Lorne: “Does it really?”

Beatrice: “No, but how much longer until it does?!”

Milo: “So...you and Scarlett are just dressing like this now?”

“Bucky and Natasha didn’t even interact in the new movie. I’m coping.”

Milo: “It’s quite the statement.” “Don’t tell me how to live my life.”

Taffy: “Mom! Hey, I wanted to tell you that Andres and I are engaged!”

Beatrice: “I will never have a central plot unrelated to a mid life crisis again! My life is over! OVER!”

Taffy: “I guess I shouldn’t tell her I’m pregnant.”

Lorne: “Nope. Congratulations and I love you and I’m so psyched to be a grandpa but you need to get that business and that smooth skin out of your mother's face right now.”

Lucky: “I can’t believe I just woohooed a stranger in my own closet at my mom’s party.”

Trip: “Yeah, that’s pretty risky, hot though.”

Lucky: “Right? So hot.”

Lucky: “Mmm- hold on, oh no, what is she doing?”

Beatrice: “*hic* I am Beyonce, I am beautiful, and I want everybody out of my house! My house that my Simstagram money paid for! Party over, pretty people- get outta here!”

Lucky: “Mommy, hi, okay, let’s get you to bed.”

Beatrice: “Get out of here with your smooth skin and your pretty new boyfriend.”

Lucky: “I mean, he’s not my boyfriend-”

Beatrice: “Not everything is about you, Lucky!!!”

Courtney: “Wow, you look…”

Lucky: “Be very careful what you say next.”

Courtney: “Hungover. I was going to say hungover. And late for work.”

Lucky: “Yeah, that checks out.”

Courtney: “I take it the party went well, then?”

Lucky: “Yeah, it was going super well until my mom got really drunk and started making announcements.”

Courtney: “Yikes. Sorry I couldn’t make it. Vet emergency.”

Lucky: “Was everything okay? You could’ve pulled me out-”

Courtney: “It was a definitely real emergency, which was important enough for me to have to leave, but that only I could handle.”

Lucky: “Okay? I missed you there, though. Too bad you missed it.”

Courtney: “Anything interesting happen?”

Lucky: “Yeah, the yelling.”

Courtney: “I meant besides that. Was anybody interesting there? Did you meet someone new with an unusual talent?”

Lucky: “No, nothing out of the ordinary at all. Just a regular Aristocrat throwdown, little less blood this time than usual.”

Trip: “Hey, babe! I’m here to take you out to lunch, hot stuff.”

Lucky: “Trip! What are you doing here? How did you even know that I work here?”

Trip: “You told me last night, remember? Or was it this morning? You gotta believe it, the dance moves on this girl!”

Lucky: “Shut up, you!”

Courtney: “You’d better get going soon, if you want to beat the lunch rush.”

Lucky: “Oh, I shouldn’t leave yet, I just got here. Trip, why don’t you just hang out over there and-”

Courtney: “Go to lunch! I insist, go to lunch. Please. I insist. Go. Out.”

Lucky: “Aw, that is so sweet.”

Lucky: “So, what is your favorite city? Mine is Brindleton Bay because of all the dogs.”

Trip: “Well I camp a lot, so I guess I’d say Granite Falls.”

Lucky: “Yeah, camping is...so cool. I love that. Camping.”

Trip: “Totally.”

Lucky: “This is such a lovely, silent walk. What kind of things do you like?”

Trip: “Nature, contemplation, recycling.”

Lucky: “I like animals, science, and reading books.”

Trip: “I love books- all those long stretches of quiet, just me and the story.”

Lucky: “You’re not much of a talker are you?”

Trip: “I find that it’s better to show the people you care about how you feel with actions...not words.”

Lucky: “Oh!”

Lorne: “Good morning, honey.”

Beatrice: “Oh my god I’m so hungover. I’ve never been this hungover before.”

Lorne: “I made you breakfast in bed.”

Beatrice: “Like a geriatric nurse.”

Lorne: “Oh my god. Beatrice- pony up. You’re technically old. But that’s fine! Every time that you see a disaster, you lean into it and make it amazing.”

Beatrice: “I love you, honey.”

Lorne: “I love you, too.”

Beatrice: “...these aren’t my shoes.”

Courtney: “Hey, so how was ‘lunch’”

Lucky: “So good- we’re both vegetarians and he made us a picnic in the park he is a surprisingly good cook.”

Courtney: “You know he lives in a barn, right?”

Lucky: “Yeah, it’s, like...shabby chic. It’s nice in there, he’s quite the decorator.”

Courtney: “Totally. I bet he is. Hey- I was debating asking this girl out, Emily,  she came in yesterday with her cat.”

Lucky: “It wasn’t that skinny blonde one with the dog that keeps running into things, was it? Because I heard her say she has a really low credit score.”

Courtney: “No, it’s Emily, with the cat.”

Lucky: “Oh. Her? I mean, yeah, I guess. If that’s your thing. If there are furries running around there are people that are into...that.”

Courtney: “She’s actually really nice.”

Lucky: “Ask her out.”

Courtney: “Why is your voice so high pitched?”

Lucky: “It’s not.”

Courtney: “I don’t have to go out with her.”

Lucky: “You should. I’m dating Trip, your dating whatshername.”

Courtney: “Emily”

Lucky: “Right. Yes. Ask her out. You’re asking her out. You are doing that right now, and that’s great! Do that.”

Courtney: “Okay, I will. Done.”

*ding*

Lucky: “Wow she texted back really fast. Pretty desperate.”

Courtney: “Oh, cool, she has tickets to that amphitheater show in the city and she was looking for someone to go with. “

Lucky: “Lucky you! That’ll be so fun. I’m gonna text Trip.”

Courtney: “C’mon, Lucky. We’re at work.”

Lucky: “So unprofessional, I’m sorry Mr. Marsh.”

Courtney: “That will be all, Ms. Aristocrat.”

Lucky: “Dork.”

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that’s all for now! I had their whole little story in one chapter but it was really really long so I cut half of it out.Reblog/Comment if you like it!!!