1: Whispering Smoke - Evan Peters

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Evan's condo began to look more and more empty as he packed his belongings back into boxes for their long journey over to Los Angeles. I grew increasingly sadder at the thought of Evan going, with the beginning of the year just around the corner. But I also felt sad I'd be in the dorm room all alone until the end of my college year in May.

My final exams were around the corner, and if time allowed, I told Evan, Elliot and Dana I'd fly with them over to Los Angeles during the winter break. Evan even begged he'd pay for my ticket.

"I think I'll kidnap you," Evan said out of the blue, laying next to me on his bed. I turned to my side and laughed at his idea.

"Oh yeah why's that?" I asked, interested.

"So that I don't have to be away from you for 6 months," we hadn't really talked about him leaving much, and what our relationship would be like once we were on opposite sides of the country.

"I don't want you to go," I revealed, and Evan sighed, pulling me into his chest.

"I'm not going for another month Lex, we still have time together," he reassured me, as tears welled in my eyes. I didn't want to cry yet, I wanted to enjoy the last few weeks I had with Evan, Dana and Elliot before they pursued their life-long dreams of moving away to bigger, and better things.

"I should be happy for you, and I am, but it's finally dawning on me that you're going away," I admitted, not wanting to look up into his eyes and opting to soak a small wet patch into his t-shirt instead.

"I know baby, I'm just thinking about how you're going to be there with me in no time," He said, when I finally looked up at him. He seemed sad too, his lips in a straight line, almost looking like he's trying to hold in tears.

I had admitted my application for UCLA a week ago, just before admissions closed towards the end of November. It wasn't until the following year in July that I would be able to know if I got in. Regardless, I decided I was going to LA for the summer to spend time with Dana and Evan. That was the plan anyway, although anything could change before then.

I leaned over and kissed Evan, pulling away and wiping the tears that had managed to fall down my face.

"Okay let's go do something, this is getting way too sad," Evan got up from his position on the bed and pulled me up to stand with both my arms. I laughed at his enthusiasm.

"It's almost 6, why don't we go for dinner somewhere nice? You can wear one of those slip dresses," Evan suggested, and I nodded in excitement.

"Has to be inside though, it's way to cold to wear those dresses outside," I explained, going over to my bag packed on the floor and pulling out the dress, which would be perfect with a bit of ironing.

I watched as Evan scrolled through his phone for potential places to eat as he undressed to put on a pair of jeans and a knitted jumper.

"Babe? How does Italian sound?" I hadn't eaten Italian since the night after that party. But it sounded good to me anyway.

"Sounds good," I agreed, watching him put on a thick parka before I finished ironing my dress. I had to wear knee high boots with the dress and a big jacket just while we faced the cold getting in and out of the car.

"You ready?" Evan asked me, leaning over and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Yes let's go I'm starving," i joked, as we exited the condo and made our way down to Evan's car.

"I'm gonna have to start catching the bus again when you're gone," I said jokingly, although it didn't feel like a joke.

"Actually, I was thinking that maybe you could look after my car while you're still here? I was going to sell it but, I'd want you to have it before you come over to LA," Evan said and I shrieked in surprise.