"she hate it when i callll.." chris makes a phone with his fingers.
"and it's late!" you sing.
"and it's late."
"and it's late—"
"i don't wanna keep you waitin!"
"i don't wanna keep you waitin."
"i hope i never you keep waitin..."
the melody continued, until both of you stopped singing.
"you literal musician!" you lightly push chris. "stop outshining me."
"says you."
he scrolled on his phone, trying to find another song to sing along to.
"what if we sing.." he twists his mouth, thinking.
"THE WAY. WE GOTTA SING THE WAY." you gasp.
"holy fuck," he frantically starts typing. "you're right."
the intro to the way started playing. soon enough, the both of you started to sing your hearts out.
".. i'm thinking' bout her.. every second, every hour, do my singin' in the shower, pickin' petals off the flowers like.."
"do she love me?" you join in.
"do she love me not?"
"love me not."
you guys finish the whole song 3 minutes later, pretty breathless and amused.
"we should become a duo one day if i ever sing." chris tells you."y/n and chris. the best fucking duo your ears have heard." he expands his hands out.
"a duo?"
"yeah! i cant just sing alone. i need someone who makes me wanna sing."
"i make you wanna sing." you raise a brow.
"do you see me wanting to sing when i'm with anyone else?" he looks around. "you're like a muse or something to me."
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oh to sing some mac miller with chris 🤞💔💔
