Art Deco - An Evan Peters Fanfiction

4 - Liquor

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[Celeste's POV]

Ever since I had flew back home life seemed different, it felt as if the world was suddenly against me in some weird way. None of my friends except for Haley had bothered texting or calling me since my trip, my mind kept wondering off more than usual, and my manager had started acting like a total asshole. All of a sudden threatening to make me work during my lunchbreaks and possibly overtime if I in his words, 'didn't get my shit together'.

I would be lying if I told you it didn't pull at one of my heartstrings since I really was grateful for my job, I mean yes it wasn't really interesting and wasn't my first choice but at least I got to do a job somewhat close to me dream job. I had always wanted to be an artist, it just always appealed to me from a fairly young age. 

My mother had taken me to an art museum for my fifth birthday during our small trip to Italy. This was the first time I had left my home town to go to a completely different part of the world. I don't remember much about the trip though, only that my mother has recently ended her marriage with my father and during all of her mixed emotions she had booked herself and I a week long get away to Venice.

My father was an alright man and tried his hardest to be the best father possible, but in all honesty he wasn't ready to be a father just yet. He still had so much of his life ahead of him along with a promising career as a sculptor. I guess I got my taste for art from him. I haven't seen him since my eighteenth birthday, when he had called me and offered to go to a restaurant with him to celebrate, which I happily accepted as soon as I heard  the words come out of his mouth. During our dinner get together he gifted me a set of paintbrushes, a selection of oil paints, along with a few canvases.

"I know this isn't much, but I hope you use it to your full extent, I know you love to paint, and trust me kiddo you have a future with it if you want. Don't let that opportunity go."

God, he'd be disappointed to see how I ended up. I know I did somewhat listen to him, I did try but I wasn't as good as he thought I was, at least not to the the colleges I applied for. I got denied to each and every single on I applied for. Instead I ended up taking a few courses on art history so I could somewhat still do what I love. It wasn't enough though.

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[3rd person POV]

Celeste was making her way back to her apartment after another tiring day of work. God if she had to explain the same art over and over again for any longer she was going to die.

She had decided to take a different path back home, one that seemed more colourful and cheery than her regular shortcut way. Her mind wandered off again as she imagined herself back on the streets of Paris walking through the morning cold beside someone she missed severely, Evan. 

Yes, they did text each other as much as possible, but the time zone always seemed to mess things up. Whenever they were deep into a conversation something always had to interrupt their moment in some way or another.

Celeste stopped daydreaming and picking up the pace as it visibly got darker outside. During her walk home she found herself in front of a bar, and mindlessly made her way into the building as she situated herself upon a stool. She was soon approached by a bartender to see id Celeste wanted anything, in her tired state she ended up ordering quite a few strong beverages, and before she knew it Celeste was a little more that just tipsy. And the only thing her drunken mind could possible think about was one man.

[Evan's POV]

I was awoken to the sound of my phone vibrating vigorously, I didn't even bother looking at the contact name before picking it up as I greeted the person with my still groggy morning voice,

"Hello, this is Evan speaking."

"Hey Evann! It's me, Celeste. God I'm sorry to call you at this time. Wait, shit you live across the globe. God knows what time it is for you, sorry again, I just wanted to talk since I just keep thinking about Paris and all. Anyways how's life back in the good old America?"

I knew straight away that she had a bit too much to drink. She seemed to slur her words out and take long breaks at the end of random words.

"Oh yeah, I mean life's been okay I guess, back to the usual really, how about you? Also sorry to seem rude but  have you had anything to drink, you just sound a bit more energetic and cheerful than I remember."

"Just a few drinks, don't worry I'm grand, just stopped by one of the local bars on my way home ya know. God, I miss Paris you know, it just seemed so perfect. Oh! Remember when I nearly fell into a lake because you made me laugh so hard. God, I loved it so much."

"Yeah."

It became quiet for a bit, only very faint footsteps could be heard coming from her end of the phone. She was probably making her way home. But before I could say anything to end the silence Celeste abruptly slurred out,

"I miss you, you know. Not Paris, I miss you. God I sound dumb and so stupidly in love, and in all honesty I'm not sure what I am. If I could I'd hop on the next flight to LA and run straight to your house. I've been thinking about you non-stop. Oh no, I sound like a creep. I'm not don't worry, I'm just lonely I guess."

It took me a few moment to register what just happened, 

Did she just say she missed me? It could have just been the fact she was drunk but a part of me hoped she was telling the truth. It took my a few moments before I finally found the words I wanted to say.

"Me too."

A/N

I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A WHILE IV'E BEEN BUSY EDITING FOR MY TIKTOK (WHICH YOU SHOULD DEFINETLY FOLLOW (KITWXLKER)  😏. AND I KNOW THIS IS A SHORT CHAPTER AND NOT A LOT OF CELESTE AND EVAN. BUT!! IN THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS THERE'S DEF GONNA BE MORE ROMANCE JUST NEED TO FIGURE OUT THE STORYLINE A BIT MORE !!