A/N - Hello! Thank you to all who's reading! I'm on a complete Chris Evans kick lately. So if you have any good fanfics staring him send them my way! This chapter is on the long side. I'm kind of just writing and seeing what happens. Thanks again for reading!! ;)

"Hey hey the fun has arrived!" Kirsten, always making a grand entrance, grinned as she entered my parent's backyard. I was currently sunbathing next to Scott while Chris and my dad were in a deep discussion on what the Patriots defense needed to do this upcoming football season.

"Hey doll!" I propped myself up on my elbows.

"No one's swimming?" She peered at the pool.

"It's deathly cold." I gave Scott a dirty look who only smiled.

"That's ok. I just want some sun." Kirsten shrugged before pulling another chaise up to the other side of me and then stripping down to her bathing suit. Kirsten is a gorgeous, petite, blonde bombshell. Never a strand of hair out of place and always perfectly applied makeup even though she doesn't need it. You would think being naturally beautiful would make her a bitch but nope, she was without a doubt the sweetest girl in the world.

"Damn girl." Scott whistled. "You're lucky I'm gay."

"And you're lucky I'm married." She winked flirtatiously.

"Hey!" I frowned offended, "What about me? Why shouldn't I be lucky you're gay?"

"Because I'm pretty sure Chris has dibs on you." He lowered his voice.

I rolled my eyes.

"Ok, if it will help you sleep at night, if I weren't gay I'd be all over that." He waved his hand towards my body.

I laughed. "Hey Kir before you get comfy can you help me inside really quick?" I swung my leg over the chaise and pushed myself to a standing position.

"Sure." She followed me inside. "Ok Spill." She said once we were safely in the kitchen out of earshot range of the backyard.

"Spill?"

"The tea." She said sarcastically. "I know you don't need any help."

"Chris totally kissed me in the pool. In front of my parents."

"Really?" She tilted her head to the side and peeked out the window at Chris. "He's never done that?"

"No, never. I mean we only kiss when it's the 2 of us and maybe a couple drinks deep. Saying it out loud sounds extremely bad." I cringed.

"Maybe he has feelings for you."

"Doubt it. He could have anyone-"

"Why wouldn't he choose you?" Kirsten stopped me.

"Because I'm a nobody."

"Girl give yourself some credit. He would be lucky to land you. Just because he's a huge movie star doesn't make him better than you or out of your league."

"Kirsten!" My mom walked into the kitchen. "When did you get here?"

"Hey Mama Lockwood." Kirsten smiled as she gave my mom a hug. "Just walked in."

"How's your mom and Dad?"

"They're good."

"I've been meaning to call your mom and have them over for dinner. How's Nate?" My mom asked referring to Kirsten's husband of 2 years.

"He's good - working right now." She shrugged.

"Ah yes headaches of having your own business. Working weekends." Kirsten's husband is a general contractor whose business was just getting off the ground, which meant he worked a lot of hours including most weekends.

"He did tell me to let you know he hasn't forgotten about remodeling your pool house."

"Oh." My mom waved her hand "It's not even a worry. Whenever he gets a chance. No one's been in that pool house in so long."

"We got you Mrs. L" Kirsten leaned over wrapping her arm around my mom's waist giving her a side hug.

"If you really want to make me happy come have dinner with us one night soon and bring Nate."

"Yes ma'am. Maybe Breelan can invite Chris." Kirsten flashed me an unapologetic grin.

"Are we talking about that?" My mom leaned closer to me. "I wasn't sure if it was ok to bring up?" She smiled. "By the look on your face earlier it seemed to take you by surprise....but not that much of surprise?" She looked at me questioningly.

"We kiss sometimes." I said nonchalantly picking at my very chipped manicure.

"I know." My mom grabbed a handful of napkins from the pantry.

"You know?!" My jaw dropped open as I leaned back against the kitchen counter.

"You're not very good at hiding things. Plus, we have surveillance cameras at the Moon."

Kirsten's eyes grew wide before she doubled over in laughter.

"Wait....what are you saying? Are you saying you saw me and Chris on the security cameras?!"

"Just a couple times." She opened the fridge grabbing a pitcher of tea. "When you lock up those late nights we like to keep an eye on the place."

"Did you watch last night?" I took the pitcher of tea from her hand pausing at the back door that led back out to the pool.

My mom smiled with a guilty shrug.

"Oh eww mom. Seriously?"

"Eww what?" Chris pushed through the magnetic screen door almost running into me.

Kirsten, my mom and I became straight faced and I tried to think of a response, but my mind drew a blank.

"Okaayyyy." Chris said slowly his eyes shifting from me to Kirsten to my mom.

"We need music." I suggested. I pushed past him beelining it to the outdoor cabana. My parent's backyard is nothing short of an oasis. My mom grew up in southern Florida only moving to attend college in Boston where she met my dad. Once the Sleeping Moon became as successful as it was they bought their dream home and mom insisted on having the most lavish pool they could afford. Complete with a stone firepit surrounded by adirondack chairs with comfy overstuffed padding, a hot tub waterfalling into the pool and a top of the line outdoor stereo system. They even have those cheesy speakers that look like rocks.

"Which playlist should we do?" I skimmed through the different spotify lists. "Oh." I smiled to myself, "I have the perfect one." I pushed play and moments later Disney's greatest hits blared from the speakers starting with "You're Welcome" from Moana. Chris walked up behind me.

"Really Bree?" He had a straight face but I knew he was holding back a pleased smile.

"What can I say except YOU'RE WELCOME!" I sang along with the music.

"YES!" Scott called from across the backyard.

"Disney classics?" Kirsten walked by raising an eyebrow.

"Of course. We all know Chris can't not sing along." I nudged him with my elbow before walking back to my chaise lounge feeling his eyes on me as I went.

We spent the whole afternoon and evening poolside.

"Chris I'm ready to head out." Scott grabbed his towel wrapping it around his waist.

Chris looked at me. "I'm not ready yet."

"I'll give you a ride home." Kirsten offered. "I gotta get home anyway."

Kirsten and Scott left 5 minutes later, my parents had gone to the Sleeping Moon for a few hours so it left Chris and I alone.

Chris wasted no time pulling me into his arms minutes after Scott and Kirsten were gone.

"Hi." He said his voice husky as he drew back.

"Hi." I repeated staring into his striking limpid blue eyes. His eyelashes were long and dark against his cheek.

He leaned down kissing me again and I all but melted into his arms.

"Let's go to the pool house." His breath was warm against my neck.

Once in the pool house I practically pounced on him. Running my hands over his chest I inhaled sharply when his hands slid down my back over my butt.

"Wait." I said breathlessly.

"What's wrong?" He stopped his forehead resting on mine his eyes fully attentive.

"What are we doing?"

"Making out?" He blinked then shifted pulling me closer to him, my body completely pressed against his and I struggled to steady my breathing.

"I like making out with you, I just don't think I can keep doing it." I pushed back from him desperate for space.

"Why?"

"Well aren't we to old for this? I don't want to be your make out buddy anymore."

"Ok." He said simply.

"Oh....ok." I said softly my eyes looking away from him.

"I want to take you out. Like on a proper date."

"What?" My heart slammed into my chest.

"Bree I like you. A LOT. You deserve so much more than making out in your parent's pool house." He laughed as he said it.

"You want to take me out? Why me?"

"Why not you? Bree you are the whole package. I'm kind of crazy about you."

"You are?" I couldn't make myself look at him as I took in this new information.

"I am." He said softly. Lifting his hand he used his finger to tilt my chin forcing me to make eye contact with him. "So what do you say? Will you go on a date with me?"

"Yes" I bit my lip with a smile.