Just One Night || Evan Peters AU

practice round

      "Nova, settle down," you whispered fast, removing your gloves as fast as you could to take the phone from her.

She walked quickly backwards and away from you, and removed her fingers from the mouthpiece, "Is this really you?! Can you come to Y/N's job? I literally loved you in--"

"Give me that," you snatched the phone from her hand, and she slapped the side of her thighs in protest. "Sorry about her, what do you need?"

"Nah I'm used to it," he spoke through the phone, and you rolled your eyes at how pretentious he could be. "But listen, I've got an interview coming up and there's gonna be a love life section of it, so they want to feature you."

You frowned and your stomach flip-flopped. Nova was adamantly waving and mouthing 'what?!' to you repeatedly, but you couldn't make words come out.

"You there?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm here, um," you scratched absentmindedly at the back of your head. "Is there any way around this?"

"Nope sorry," he replied. "You kind of signed for it. The real request of my call is to get you to come back to my place so we can go over a few of the questions they'll ask and think up answers to them."

Guess there was no getting out of this, better just prepare as much and as long as you could.
"When's the interview?" you finally asked, and Nova was damn near ripping her hair out in anticipation.

"Four days. When can you make it over?"

"I have work that day," you were suddenly grateful.

"Get someone to cover for you or call in sick," he said like it was easy.

You rolled your eyes again, "I'll see what I can do. I'm off in half an hour though, will that work to come over?"

Nova stomped happily in a circle as if she were going with you. Evan agreed and said he'd see you in an hour, and you two hung up.

"So I assume you heard," you said to your hysterical friend. "Are you okay with getting a smoothie without me?"

"Yeah yeah I'll be fine," she waved you off and spoke so fast it was almost a rap. "Please get something from his house for me, or take a picture of him for me!"

"Yoouu got it," you said unenthusiastically. Nova squealed then kissed your cheek, and skipped out the door whispering happily to herself. You slipped a fresh pair of gloves on as Kyro finally came from the back.

"What's she so damn happy for?" he inquired.

"I have a thing with Evan tonight," you said, slicing some turkey for the next day. "Buuut, your hair looks extra nice today. Love the little gold things."

He saw right through you, "What do you want?"

You looked at him apologetically, "He got us some stupid interview for Friday, can we switch shifts? I don't know what'll happen if I don't show up."

"Damn, an interview?" he seemed actually interested. "My bitch about to be a star."

You breathed out a laugh and shook your head, "No way. This stupid thing only goes 'til July 20th; a little over 20 more days." You realized it actually seemed to be going pretty quickly and smoothly. "But, if we switch my Friday and your Wednesday that'd be perfect."

"Got me working on a Friday night?" he said dramatically. "The things I do for you."

You gave a victorious smile, "You're the best."

He flipped some imaginary hair off his shoulder as if to say I know, and disappeared once again to the back.

Half an hour later, now dark outside but not yet pitch black, you messaged Evan to send a car, and he did. After another 10 minute silent Lyft ride that smothered you with an overpowering Little Trees air freshener, and you arrived at Evan's house. No paparazzi or Jerome, thankfully. You knocked twice then walked in like you owned the place.

"I'm here," you announced loudly and dropped your mini-backpack on the floor next to his couch. As you removed your jacket, you spotted it; slung over the arm of his loveseat furthest from the door was a lacy white Victoria's Secret bra. You closed your eyes and sighed heavily through your nose; you put your jacket back over your shoulders, preparing to leave.

"Just a sec," his voice called from down the hall, and you heard a door open. 

You swore if another girl he'd just "quick fucked" walked out there...

A wave of steamy heat floated down the hall, along with the faint smell of Old Spice; you deduced he must be just getting out of the shower. A blush threatened to color your cheeks, but you willed the thoughts of him in nothing but a towel away, and rushed over to grab the bra from the arm of the loveseat. Once you had it, you found the closest door and sling shot the thing as far as you could manage, and came back to where you'd been standing without a peep. He appeared by the time you got your jacket off.

He looked so soft and clean, it made it nearly impossible not to reach out for him, want to touch him in some way. He wore dark green plaid flannel pants and a grey muscle-tank top. You remembered those same subtly muscular arms grabbing your hips on the night you met, nothing between you two but heat and sweat, his face below you with your eyes locked on each other. You shook the image from your mind and sat one cushion closer to him than last time.

"Okay," he clapped once then pulled out his phone, going straight for the notes app. "Here are some things I thought up that they usually ask, it's not much but we don't want a slip up." You nodded and wriggled to get a little comfier, and he cleared his throat before continuing. "Okay, how'd we meet, and or who initiated?"

You thought for a second, "I'd assume you'd have asked me out, so you pick something."

"Why do you assume I'd ask you out?" he looked to you. "And I don't mean that in an offensive way."

"Well I kind of took it in an offensive way. Pick something." You couldn't wait to be home. You could imagine you smelled like various lunch meat and had wind-blown bike hair from your ride to work.

"Okay, so, you were a fan first," he explained while looking into the distance, using his hands to explain, and you glowered. "We bumped into each other on the street, and I asked you out."

"Lame."

"Gives other fans hope though."

"What do you mean other fans?" you asked. "Not like I was begging for your autograph when we met. Just thought you were hot."

He turned slowly to you with a smirk, like he'd just caught you committing a crime. "So you think I'm hot?"

You broke eye contact and pulled at the ends of your shirt, "Can we focus on the interview questions?"

"That's my interview question," he moved his leg closer to yours, and they touched briefly before his hand was on your knee. "Do I make you nervous, Y/N?"