Your Hold On Me

Chapter sixteen

I left Los Angeles for holiday to see my family. I asked, begged Evans to come with me because he wasn't going home to his family.

"Why don't you want to see your family?'

"I just don't want to be around them?"

I was in his arms on the couch watching whatever on tv.

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

We looked at eachother

"Please?"

"No Jada. We need some time apart anyways."

I jumped up, "What the hell does that mean?" I exclaimed.

"No… I mean like…"

"What are you gonna break up-"

"No I'm not ever gonna do that. Ok I mean like- we need time apart and then we see each other and like will want each other more."

"I know what you're talking about. But you explain it horribly." I said, laying back on him.

"You explain it then."

"The heart yearns for what it does not have." I said in British accent."

"Good so I can cheat on you."

I hit him on the chest and got on his lap to face him.

"No."

He took my face and held it close to his. He looked into my eyes and my lips. He looked at me and gave me a smile, like he was proud of himself, or proud of me, or proud of our relationship. 

"Never" He said, kissing me.

"So does that mean you'll come?"

"Only if you get me a beer."

I ran to the fridge to get him a beer and brought it back.

"Thank you."

"So you'll come?"

"No."

-

Evans drove me to the airport and we kissed goodbye.

-

I haven't seen my sister in so long, at least that's what it feels like. She's literally my height now. I wanted to have her talk to Evans but he said not to call him. 

Being back home was amazing. It was great because I feel like I was in a world with Evans, that was great, but seeing other people put me back in reality.

The 2 weeks were filled with both family and food. But eventually I grew lonely, and I missed him

"I guess he was right" I told myself

"Who?" My sister, Asia, walked into my room.

"Evans."

"Oh can I see him."

"Yeah come see."

She came onto my bed and I showed her pictures I took of him or of me and him

She looked at me and looked back.

"He's white."

She's like 6 years younger, well she is old enough to know how stupid that response was.

"So what."

She laughed "I don't know."

"Is he cute?"

"Ehh."

"What's the damn problem." I yelled jokingly. 

I stood up on the bed and stomped making her wobble on the bed.