Requests Book

Time After Time • CE

Request #13: Chris and you are childhood sweethearts until the fame from his acting career gets to be too much for him. Years later, you moved on with your life yet you both rekindle your love...but is Chris too late?

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~ 2001 ~

The thunderstorm outside is just as loud as the argument going on inside, years of being together, almost on the daily, creating memories since childhood.

For crying out loud, you didn't apply to any college after graduating high school just to follow him to New York, later to LA as he built his acting career! Why? Because you loved him.

It's only been about more than a year since then, since you dropped it all to be with Chris, since your mom disowned you for stopping your own life just so you could be in his. No, she hasn't called or contacted you. She's just waiting for you to come running back home. Realizing that mistake you had made.

And well, by the way Chris has been so distant, different, cold. You might as well be on a flight back to Boston right now.

"Just tell me," you finally find your voice after the lump in your throat allows you to speak. Thunderclaps echo in Chris's dark, empty apartment.

The perfume on him is lingering into your nose, as if to prove your suspicious about his behavior for the last week.

"Please," you cover your eyes, because this can't be happening right now, your one true love, the boy you lost your virginity to, the boy you loved with all your heart, the one you spent every day of your childhood with...has betrayed you.

"Just tell me," you say it again, "tell me Chris so I can get the fuck out of here!" You need to hear him say it. You need that closure because you're about 99% done with him.

He isn't speaking because he's guilty, and pissed that he got caught. You should've known the fame and the other actresses and girls he was going to meet and be around by 24/7 was going to be a problem.

"For the last time, Y/n, I don't know what you're talking about! I've just been busy, and fucking tired. I'm trying to build a career here!" His voice booms at you, as if he's laying out all his anger for his problems on you.

"I didn't ask about your god damn career!" Screw his career, it's the thing that created a wedge between the both of you, you walk closer to him. And realize he can't even look at you.

"Is it true?" There had been cheating rumors, Chris had warned you way back when that when he'd start creating an impression in the Hollywood world, they'd be all up in his personal life and nitpicking every little thing he did.

But it wasn't even that, it's the calls he gets late at night, where he has to step into the other room to answer it, it's the lipstick you found on his shirts after filming, it's her fucking perfume on him that's laughing in your face right now.

Chris is silent, dead silent as thoughts whiz around in his head, all at once, he doesn't know what happened. How this even happened. But he fucked up.

"Yes."

You need more than just that to be able to live after this, "what's her name?" The tears are falling down your cheeks and Chris doesn't even seem to care. The same boy that would cuddle you to sleep and carry you over puddles so you wouldn't get your shoes dirty.

"Jessica," he swallows, he knows what he just did. Dissolved the sweet childhood love you and him shared.

"When did you stop loving me?" You walk closer, looking up into his blue eyes, the thunder outside not even a priority at this point.