If I Was Your Boyfriend

Justin’s Point of View

‘Anything yet?’ I ask looking from Garrett to Ryan.

‘Not yet.’ Garrett answers first.

‘Same here – nothing.’ Ryan chimes in looking up from his phone.

‘Are they really that pissed off?’ I sigh throwing my phone off to the side.

‘Obviously.’ Ryan replies lying back on the bed, ‘we’ve been texting them for an hour now.’

‘What did you guys do anyway that made them leave?’ I wonder turning off the TV.

‘My girlfriend got an once in a lifetime opportunity and I told her that she puts her career ahead of me and our relationship after she invited me along with her to London.’ Ryan speaks shaking his head; ‘she left me right in the restaurant.’

‘Well I yelled at my pregnant girlfriend for being pregnant when half of its on me. You should’ve seen her face when I was talking to her. I could see just how scared she was but I was too dumb to care.’ Garrett places his hands on his face.

‘And I only proposed to my girlfriend because in the moment I thought she pregnant. She completely went off on me and threw this,’ I finally speak holding up the engagement ring that only touched Chrissy’s skin for a short time, ‘I was stupid for even thinking that it would make her happy.’

‘Well gentlemen – sounds like we deserved it.’ Garrett and Ryan both nod in unison.

‘How are we going to make it up?’ Ryan inquires.

As the two of them put their heads together and started brainstorming I go to send Chrissy a text.

Look – I get that you’re upset right now but I’m starting to get worried about you. We’ve been texting but haven’t got any response yet. I really wish you would just let me know if you’re okay. Be careful. I love you. – Justin.

It was now two in the morning and we hadn’t heard anything from them in the last hour since they all left.

We’re fine. – Chrissy.

Even though she texted me a mere two words it was enough.

Alright I really need to talk to you. – Justin.

Not tonight Justin. – Chrissy.

I didn’t fight her on this because I know she deserved exactly what she was asking for. Time. I get it – she needs her space.

‘They’re okay.’ I inform the two of them as I stand to my feet, ‘I’m going to bed.’

‘Alright, later bro.’ Ryan follows me to the door.

‘Later.’ I reply before slipping out of the door and heading down the hallway.

I make it back to my empty hotel room and I immediately feel the coldness. The room was lacking the warmth that was Chrissy.

‘Great.’ I mutter to myself as I turn off the light and climb into the bed.

I wanted so desperately to find her and bring her back here with me. That clearly wasn’t going to happen tonight. Chrissy would probably kick my ass up and down this hallway if I touched her right now. I finally fall asleep after numerous attempts just to hear knocking on the door a few minutes later.

‘I’m coming.’ I call tiredly swinging the door open.

‘Hellooooo.’ Chrissy laughs loudly falling into the doorframe.

‘Whoa.’ I grab a hold of her and help her inside, ‘are you drunk?’

‘Sssh.’ She blinks kicking off her shoes. ‘Don’t tell anyone.’

‘Where are Nichole and Danielle?’

‘They were upstairs. I went to the nice bar downstairs.’

‘By yourself?’

‘Yup!’ she announces proudly and flops down onto the bed. ‘Just like a big girl.’ Chrissy giggles stretching her body across the bed.

‘Alright, let me get you some water.’ I walk over to the mini-fridge and grab a cold bottle of water.

I never helped anyone drunk but I know what helped me in the past. Chrissy frowns as she stares up at the ceiling.

‘The light hurts.’

‘Sorry.’ I turn the light out and go down the hall to turn the bathroom light on. ‘Drink this.’

‘No, no more alcohol.’ She pleads shaking her head.

‘It’s water, I promise.’

‘Fine.’

‘Can I ask what made you drink tonight? I mean the most I’ve seen you drink is those small drinks they gave us in Australia at that one restaurant.’

‘Carter.’

‘What about Carter?’

‘You don’t want to hear about him, remember?’

‘I do… I want to hear about him. What is it?’

‘Promise that you won’t get mad if I talk about him?’

‘I promise.’

‘He is everywhere.’

‘Where? Here in Paris?’

‘No, not here.’ She shakes her head too many times before letting herself fall into the pillow once again, ‘in LA.’

Chrissy fumbles around before thrusting her phone in my face. I bring the screen to my eyes confused.

Larry Carter: Chrissy Thorton Stalker – out on bail

How could I have missed this? With everything that had been going on I guess it wasn’t too big of a surprise that I didn’t catch wind of it.

‘It’s not over.’

‘It is over.’ I correct turning around in the bed to look at her, ‘remember.’

‘Tell it to the phone.’

‘Drink the water,’ I advise, ‘it’ll make you feel better.’

‘Okay dad,’ she taunts turning the bottle up against her lips, ‘it’s hot in this room.’

‘Maybe because you have that jacket and those pants on.’ I poke her leg and she rolls over with the giggles, ‘do you want to borrow a shirt?’

‘Oooh can I?’

‘Yeah hang on.’ I head to the closet and grab one of my shirts. ‘Here Chris.’

‘Thanks.’

Chrissy rolls out of the bed and scurries into the bathroom. I sit on the side of the bed pinching the bridge of my nose. Carter was out on bail. He was walking around LA somewhere right at this very moment. I definitely needed to call Officer Holbrook to hear what was going on with that tomorrow morning. Chrissy comes back wearing my shirt and sits down beside me.

‘What are you thinking?’ she blinks looking up at me. ‘You have that face.’

‘I just find it amusing that you passed up so many people to come to my room and be with me, why?’

‘I love you.’ She states before lying down in the bed, ‘do you want me to leave?’

‘No, stay please.’ I insist, ‘you help me sleep.’

‘You help me sleep.’ Chrissy repeats holding onto my arm.

‘I do?’

‘You keep the nightmares away.’

‘I love you.’

‘No you don’t.’ Chrissy fires back catching me by surprise, ‘why won’t you marry me then?’

‘Do you want me to?’

‘Duh!’ she lets out an exasperated laugh, ‘we can get married on the roof. I can do the whole thing all by myself.’

‘I don’t think that’s legal or safe.’ I laugh at her drunkenness. ‘But that’s an idea’

‘Will you marry me even without the baby?’

‘Of course I will.’ I assure her, ‘it’d be an honor.’

‘Then why’d you wait?’

‘I don’t know babe.’ I sigh, ‘truth is – with or without a baby I’d marry you. I love you Chris, you know that. Maybe my timing and planning may be off but my intentions are always good. I never wanted to make you feel bad or that I’d only marry you if you were pregnant. We can get married if you still want to – one day. That’s always been the plan. I’ve told you time and time again just ho much I want to spend the rest of my life with you and that’s never changed.’ I turn around again to see Chrissy had fallen asleep.

Drunk Chrissy was entertaining, a bit of a handful but nonetheless entertaining. I climb into the bed beside her and wrap an arm around her as I did every night before falling asleep once again.