The E.M. Project

Chapter 6: "space to myself" Evan's POV

   "Score!"
     He heard Monica shouting downstairs.  
Evan locked the bathroom door, facing the mirror. "Why did Max have to get radiation thingy" 
     He fretted.
 
Looking at the window, he got an idea.  "Should I?" He thought. 
   Opening the window, he stuck his head out. Looking down noticing the piles of glass bottles in the area.
"Yeah no!" He shut the window.
     From the bathroom, he could hear Jeremy's snores as they got louder and louder.
 He knocked on the walls, "How thin are these"
     Eventually, making a tiny hole in the wallpaper.   "No!" He screamed.
              He backed away. 
He washed his hands and unlocked the door.
   He walked out, whistling and trying to eye the bathroom door.

   Jeremy trotted out of the room, holding his guitar.
 He wiped the spit that dribbled down his face. "Oh hey!" 
   He exclaimed, running towards Evan.
 "Yeah hi?" Evan said. 
        "It's me, Jeremy from your extra math class" Jeremy stated, reaching in for a hug.
  
Evan hugged Jeremy, patting him on the back.
   "Hey buddy" Evan confusingly laughed.
       
   Evan let go, wiping his shirt.

   Jeremy passed his hand through his hair while digging through his pocket.
 "Can I borrow five bucks, gas'' He explained, putting out his hand.

      Evan reached into his pocket, immediately pulling it out.
    "Oh, I don't have any!" He chuckled.

 Jeremy nodded walking to the storage closet and grabbing a case of guitar picks.|
      "Oh, I'm having a concert tonight with my band" 
He stated. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a wet paper with ink dripping from it.

   "I think I left this when my pant went in the wash" He wiped his hands from ink.

He shoved one of his picks in his shirt pocket. 
   "Well, enjoy your group thing with my sister" 
 He walked down the stairs.
   
   For a moment, he turned back
      "Don't you kids do anything weird."

   "Oh shut it, doofus, we're older than you!" Monica shouted from the living room.