chris sturniolo imagines!!

wish you were sober (part 2 to falling)

"and please don't drink more beer. imma crawl out the window now, cause i don't like anyone around. kinda hope you're following me out, cause this is definitely not my crowd." -conan gray, wish you were sober

in which chris writes you back.

tw//slight mentions of drinking!
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chris was hurt. actually, hurt was an understatement. when he saw you all over that blonde guy from the party, he was crushed. he knew you didn't like to drink because you liked to be in your own mindset, but he also knew how much of a people-pleaser you were. so when your so called friends forced you to have a drink, he knew it wouldn't end well.

he knew it was the alcohols fault. he tried to get you to leave before it got too bad, but you weren't having it.

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"y/n, this party's shit. let's dip, come on." he holds out his hand for you, but you just laugh and push your hand against his chest.

"come on baby, live a little!"

chris sighs. "just please don't drink more beer."
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well, that went in one ear and out the other. your friends had forced you to have nearly five drinks, and you had no idea what was going on. so when you saw this tall blonde guy that seemed interested in you, you decided to have some fun with it.

you didn't want to hurt chris, honestly. you just wanted to make a friend. but all the drinks clouded the line between friendly and flirty.

so when chris finally dragged you out of the party, he wasn't too happy with you. one thing led to another, and you both were yelling at eachother. chris had stormed out of your house, leaving you drunk and in tears, and him in an angry haze of betrayal.

it's been a couple days since the party, and chris hadn't made an effort to talk to you at all. you can't say you blamed him though.

when he got the letter, his heart dropped. immediately, he grabbed his phone and unblocked you, seeing the abandoned message from the morning after the party.

he texted first.

chris
y/n, listen to me. what you said
was sweet, but it wasn't you. you
are probably still drunk from
last night, considering how much
you ended up drinking. but it doesn't
matter, that's not what im texting
you for. i wanted to say i got your
letter. i know it was the drink, but
im a firm believer in drunk words
are sober thoughts. if you wouldn't
have been drunk, you still would've
gone for that guy. those things you
were saying, you've said to me before
too. even with your knees weak, you
still talk pretty fly. it's shocking,
honestly. when you tried to kiss
me in the seat of your rover that i
had to drive home, all i could do
was wish that you were sober. im
over this rollercoaster. when you
begged me to stay over, i wanted
nothing more than to say yes. but
every time i see you, i see you all
over him. so yes, your letter was
sweet. but i wish you were sober.

once he read over the text a couple times and declared it good enough to send, he was shocked when the messages turned green.
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a/n- ITS CHRISSY

i wasn't planning on making a part 2 but so many people dmed me asking for one so here it is

NO PART 3 I HAVE SO MANY DRAFTS TO FINISH BEFORE I DO THIS

i love you all!!

xx
chrissy