Almost Too Good (A Chris Evans Story)

Part 7: That's What Friends Are For

Two Weeks Later

'It'll only be for a couple of nights, I hope it doesn't put you out too much Chicken.' The fact that my agent Magda fully believed that asking me to attend a conference in LA was asking me to go out of my way made the fact that I was ecstatic, all the more enjoyable.

It had only been two weeks since I'd said goodbye to Italy and Chris but I couldn't lie, I'd missed it terribly. Rehearsals for my next film weren't starting for at least another month and I was finding regular life boring and mundane.

As things stood I was willing to go to any conference, anywhere, anytime. It just so happened that this one was going to to be in the same place that Chris was...

After assuring Magda that I was fine to go, I couldn't help but pull out my phone and draw up a new text message.

The morning I left Italy, I got a text from Chris saying that it was probably wise that I should have his number considering, in his words, 'it's more far likely you'll be in LA before I'm in New York again.' And how right he was.

Since then we'd exchanged a few texts here and there but nothing major. He was moving house he'd told me, so I imagine that took up a lot of his time.

Hey Chris, it turns out I'm actually in LA for a couple of days this week if your offer still stands? :)

I re-read the text before deciding to take the ':)' face out, I didn't want to seem too desperate and especially if it turns out he's not even in the vicinity at the time or something.

Whilst I waited for a reply, I decided to turn my phone on loud and potter about with my apartment. I had a friend coming over later and I wanted to be sure the place was clean.

In the middle of putting the last plate into the dishwasher, I heard my phone go off.

Not to seem eager, even to myself, I casually made my way over, prepping myself for the brush off.

C: No way! That's awesome! What days?

I smiled and texted him back.

A: I get in late Thursday night, conference Friday morning and then I fly out Saturday evening. So I basically only have Friday evening/night off haha. Think you can fit me in? No worries if not.

I didn't have to wait long for a reply.

C: Funnily enough, I just got settled into my new place this week and I'm having a move-in party on Friday. You should definitely come, it'd be great to see you there!

A party?

Not quite the reunion I had in mind but I suppose it was something. I wrote back and settled on my couch waiting for my friend.

A: Sure, I don't see why not. I'll let you know!

No sooner had I sat down, I heard my buzzer go.

I unlocked the door and was greeted by the beautiful face of Amanda Brinkley, my best friend from school. We couldn't help but scream as we hurled ourselves at each other and got all tangled up in a long over-due hug.

Of course I had many friends in New York, some famous, some not. But Amanda had been my best friend since the first day of middle school and understood me and accepted me for who I was, not Adrian the actress but Adrian Warner, the girl who everyone said would 'grow into her looks... eventually.' Thankfully, I did. And thankfully, I had Amanda right there with me.

We eventually peeled ourselves off of each long enough for me to take her bags from her and welcome her inside.

'So how was the journey? Did you run into any problems? I still can't believe you wouldn't let me come get you!' I rambled excitedly. It was so great to have her.