Three's A Crowd

Twelve | That Chris Evans Scent...

General POV:

Today you were all alone.

Well, you've been alone for the last three months, so it wasn't a different routine today.

After finishing off some interviews and that incident with the Captain America game, Sebastian was out of town to shoot a new movie. He said he'd tell you all about it when he got home, which would probably be around the first week in the next month.

You two had gotten your tattoos a week before he left, making sure to have planned the whole thing thoroughly. It was still a tad bit sore, being newly inked and all, but it was bearable now, especially since it's small.

You rubbed the new marking subconsciously as you stared at space. Your tattoo was a semi-colon inked on your left wrist, on its left side. Sebastian's was a colon on his right hand on the right side and when you intertwined your hands together it meant 'our stories will never end'.

It was very funny since the tattoo artist had just watched the Captain America movie and freaked out over seeing Bucky Barnes and his date together. You could tell he was a Marvel fan due to the Marvel logo tattooed within his right arm sleeve. What surprised you was that he recognized you, an extra. He even asked for a picture with you two, specifically you.

He was cute, sure, but not really your type of guy and he was also on the young side, and that was definitely a no-no in your book. When you had gotten the tattoos, you had asked how old he was and he was like, 23? You couldn't really remember, but you knew he was younger, so the poor attempt at flirting was shot down with pretty awkward, short replies.

In his defense, you took it as a friendly 'flirting'. Cause you just... didn't dig that type of... well... play. You payed the tattoo artist and thanked him, bid him goodbye, and got (fav. flavor) ice cream cones to celebrate this new little bestie achievement. The man in the ice cream truck saw the tattoos and with the redness over them and how much you two were looking at it, he had took notice that it was fresh and gave the cones for free.

Sebastian insisted on taking a picture for Instagram so you two asked the ice cream man to take a picture of your hands.

You two held the popsicles, fingers intertwined and you got your perfect picture before thanking the man and leaving for home.

Tonight, you were at Chris' place. He just got back in town after another couple months of shooting for a new movie, and he wanted to catch up with you. You didn't have any plans for the rest of the afternoon, so when he called you immediately drove to his place. You even met his younger brother, Scott, who was such a good guy. He was so nice, it was just unreal.

"Oh, oh, I have a good one," Scott grinned, sitting up properly from his seat on the sofa as he got ready to tell his story with the exaggerating hand gestures that amused you so much. You laughed from the light gray beanbag, taking a bite out of your pizza.

"You say every story is a good one, Scott."

"It's just so damn funny cause Chris is an absolute idiot in this one!" Scott laughs, before clearing his throat, making sure to set his beer properly on the coffee table. He clears his throat. "Alright, so we're being babysat by one of our older cousins cause Mom and Dad were out the whole afternoon right?"

Scott telling you stories about these things were always worth the listen. Let it be something funny he did, a guy he really, really liked, or just childhood stupidity with Chris.

Whatever Scott has to say would always seem funny by how he started it. It's one of the many traits both he and Chris shared. You also noticed other mannerisms that both men had, some very similar and comparable to the other. When something was really funny, Chris would reach out and grab his left boob or the person next to him's left boob, head thrown back as his chest rumbles with laughter. Scott, however, would either slap his knee or lean forward and laugh, holding his stomach from all the laughter.