Chapter 1- Simple Evee

Chapter 2- Practice

If you didn't notice in the last chapter I made Nolan Gerard Funk Phillip and Josh Hutcherson Dwayne. Also, now Evee is in a school play not a writing competition. Sorry for the change, but i appreciate the reads and comments!!

                Phillip stares at me with his stupid lopsided grin consuming half of his face. Sometimes it just ticks me off to see him so happy all the time. I mean, what's so bright about everything to where you need to smile all the time?

                "Hey Evee, ya gonna let me in sometime today," Phillip's voice cuts through my thought, "and what's with the glare? I haven't even set foot in the door and you're already trying to kill me with your eyes."

                I realize I'm glaring at him intently. "Sorry," I murmur as I let him in the door, "I was thinking about something else." He strides past me making a sharp shoot for the kitchen.

                "Ya know Evee most girls would be pretty happy about having me inside their house," He calls over his shoulder.

                "Well most girls haven't known you since they were six, and most girls haven't had to hear you eat a bag of potato chips like a horse while they watch a movie," I say as I walked past Phillip who has already found his way into our pantry snatching a bag of Doritos out of his hand just as he was about to open them, "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at some photo shoot or running from a screaming frenzy of girls instead of here at my house eating my chips?"

                "Nope," he smiles coming up and grabbing the chips from me which he opens and exaggerates eating like a horse. His mouth opening widely and his lips making some horrible smacking sound. I smile, I missed days like this. The days before Phillip was endorsed by my father, Brent Hampton, the multimillionaire talent scout who preferred work over spending even an hour's worth of time with his daughter.

                I thought about how my father and I used to talk and hang out all the time, but that was six years ago, before my mother had decided to leave in the middle of the night with no goodbye, no letter, and left us with no idea where she was going. Dad had cried for days, silently in his office and when he did come out he barely gave me a second look. That's how it's been since, except less crying. He doesn't cry anymore, he doesn't show much of any emotion anymore.

                "Evee," Phillip calls out snapping me out of my memories. He's standing there with the bag of chips in his hand, but he isn't smiling anymore. On his face he has a mixture of concern and confusion.

                I smile, put my happy face on and jump back into reality. "So what are you doing here?" I ask trying to change the subject.

                "Why can't I just come hang out with you Evee?" he smiles devilishly. I roll my eyes, Phillip was ridiculous.

                "Because you never come to just visit," I say making my way to the fridge to get a beloved yoo-hoo, "Especially not when you were dating- Oh man, what's her name?" I say gesturing with my hand as if the motion will bring forth the answer.

                "Sylvia," He answers.

                "That's it! What happened to her?" I question as I open the yoo-hoo and take a swig.

                "Just another way to support fame to another uprising teen," Phillip sighs.

                "But she acted like she really liked you," I remark, "Even I was convinced you two would last."