Adopted By Chris Evans

Thanksgiving

It's been a few weeks and Thanksgiving was right around the corner. I was excited that we were flying back to Boston for Thanksgiving. Plus in a few months they would be done filming. Ever sense I was on the news Chris has decided to keep me inside and we only went out to get food or other things. I had fun inside. Plus I swam in the pool a lot. And Christmas was coming soon. You're probably wondering what I'm doing at the moment. Well... Glad you asked. I'm running from Tom Hiddleston. Yeah I may or may not have stolen his cloths so he was running around in his costume. "MEGAN!!!" I heard Tom yell. I kept running as fast as my little legs could carry me. Every time Tom is in costume he acts like Loki around me and sometimes the others. "Young mortal hand over the bag."
"Never" I squeaked as I turned and ran the other direction bumping into Chris Hemsworth. "Chris! Help Loki's after me." Chris was still in his costume so he decided to play along.
"Brother please do not harm the young one" I heard Chris say as I continued to run. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Daddy!" I squealed running into the trailer where my dad was.
"What is it?" He asked he was in a t-shirt and jeans.
"Tom- I mean Loki is after me. I took his cloths" I said giving him the bag. He chuckled as the sound of loud footsteps got closer.
"MORTAL!!!" Tom yelled. Chris quickly picked me up with the bag and carried me outside.
"Traitor" I said smiling as Tom turned and glared at me.
"Give me the bag" Tom said as Chris gave him the bag. Tom laughed. His laugh was golden. "Did I scare you?"
"Maybe" I said in a very high pitched voice.
After that we went home got our things and drove to the airport. We arrived in Boston a few hours later. I was glad to be home. We drove to my grandparents house and got settled in. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving! And at the moment I'm acting like a child. I'm playing hide and seek with Chris, Scott, and my cousins. My dad was seeking so this should be fun. I ran down the hallway and closed my bedroom door silently and hid under my bed. I heard a bunch a giggles and a loud laugh that sounded like my fathers. I was quiet then heard my door swing open. "Where are you hiding?" I heard Chris ask.
"FOUND YOU!" Chris yelled scaring the crap out of me as he helped me out from under my bed.
"Yeah whatever" I said punching his arm.
Later that night we had dinner which was really good. I enjoyed it. We talked and laughed a lot. I went to bed later that night I was to tired. Plus I was excited for tomorrow.
The next morning I woke up and took a shower. The warm water woke me up a little. I dried and curled my hair. Sense the house was gonna be packed with other family members so I wanted to make a good first impression on some of them. I put on a brownish short sleeved dress (dress in the picture) that stopped at my knees. I didn't wear any makeup. I don't like makeup. It was 10:30 am. I was so excited yet I hope I don't eat to much that I feel like I'm gonna puke. I quickly grabbed black flat shoes and slipped them on. I opened my door quietly. My guess is that everyone is still asleep. I walked down the hallway and down the stairs looking for everyone. I cheeked the living room. Empty. I checked almost every room. Except the kitchen. I walked to the kitchen seeing Grandma cooking. I bet she makes a good thanksgiving dinner. I coughed a little and it startled her. She spun around to see me. Her eyes light up like a Christmas tree. "Oh sweetheart you look so pretty" she said with the biggest grin.
"Thank you. I have to say that you look wonderful" I said with a large smile.
"Thank you. I'm happy you're awake. You can help me with the food" she said as we walked over to the stove.
"I can make deserts" I said with a smile.
"Okay I'm planning on a chocolate cake" she said pointing to the bowl with the ingredients.
"Say no more" I said walking to the bowl and began to do measurements and pour the ingredients into the bowl. I mixed with a spoon because we don't want to make too much noise that wakes up everybody. I poured the chocolatey mix into a cake pan and put it into the oven. Grandma let me borrow an apron. I always made sweets at Mrs Smiths place. The children are very demanding. I heard footsteps coming into the kitchen.
"Hey have you seen Megan? She's not in her room" said a very sleepy Chris Evans. I turned away from the oven to see my dad in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
"I woke up early" I said smiling.
"You look adorable" Chris said smiling as he got a bottle of water out of the fridge.
"Thanks" I said as the oven beeped. I put on a oven mitt and took out the cake. I saw the biggest and the goofiest grin on my fathers face.
"You made a cake?" He asked still with the goofy grin.
"Yes she made it. Don't drool over it you big dork" Lisa said hitting his shoulder with the oven mitt. I tried not to laugh. I waited a while for the cake to cool down then me and my dad spread on the icing. Yeah he decided to join in.
After we finished making food people began to show up and Chris ran up stairs as fast as possible to get ready. I was really nervous. Once everyone showed up the day was full laughter, some tears, and full of funny stories. I felt like a stuffed turkey after dinner. After everyone left I think I made a good impression. I flopped down onto my bed and laid there for a while. There was a knock on my door and Chris came in. "You look exhausted" he said as I sat up and kicked off my shoes.
"I never thought I would be this tired" I said as my eyes started to feel heavy.
"Get changed into your pjs before you fall asleep" he said.
"Okay" I said as he walked over and gave me a kiss on my forehead and said goodnight. I changed into sweatpants and a black tank top. All I could think about is how comfy the bed is. Really comfy. It felt like a marshmallow.