(y/n)'s POV:
If one thing's for sure, it was that I couldn't stop thinking about wanting to kiss Chris that day we were on the floor, on our break after a couple interviews for AOU. He was literally right there, sporting that soft grey sweater, with those soft pink lips and those pretty blue eyes— I exhaled loudly and rubbed my fingers over my eyes carefully as to not smudge off my makeup. I can't think about this right now. I bit my lip as I stared down at the outfit I had for my interview with Jimmy Fallon in a few hours. I wore a pair linear suit, a silk fabric top and this white pair of heels I had brought with me for the press cons here in LA. It just felt right so I just carried them along anyway.
I fall back down on the hotel bed and let out a sigh. I didn't want to go anywhere today, or even talk to anyone. Fate decided I needed this and today, after five days since that incident, I had to go to an interview with, luckily enough for me, Lizzie for the promotion. But I just wanted to sleep until lunchtime tomorrow, I didn't want to dress up and look good today. I wanted to find out why the heck I'm doing this to myself and why I'm doing it to myself now.
I suddenly hear a fairly loud knock on my door, snapping me out of my train of thought. Why do people keep knocking? I always leave it unlocked anyway.
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Three's A Crowd
FanfictionWhen twenty-eight-year-old Sebastian Stan scores a huge role for Marvel's newest superhero origin movie, secretly dedicated to his best friend's cute obsession with the comics, both Sebastian and (y/n) meet "some guy" from Boston and (y/n) falls in...