Just One Night || Evan Peters AU

just a game

      "Don't be so juvenile," you moved your knee from under his hand. "I wouldn't have slept with you if I didn't think that. But it's not important, we need to think of these answers."

He sat back and smiled, pleased with himself; you hadn't answered his question aloud, but he knew the affect he had on you. And you hated it. 

He laced his fingers together behind his head, elbows in the air. "So what's our story then?"

"We can just use that, I don't care, it's fine." you shook your head. He read the next question, which asked what your first date was.

"Coffee, a movie," you volunteered, bored.

"Talk about lame," he teased. "How about, ok, get this: I brought you to my house. Cooked you dinner. There were candles everywhere, not too much, but just here and there, enough to be romantic. After dinner, we listened to your favorite love songs, and I held you close in a slow dance."

You swallowed the lump in your throat and quit staring longingly at him. "That.. That's perfect." you stammered.

"Sweet right?" He laughed, reminding you again that this was just a game. 

You agreed and he went to the next question. The two of you thought of answers with some debating here and there, but the whole time you pictured you guys really having that first date. You hated this side of yourself, falling meant heartbreak and you'd had enough of that. You had to get yourself through 23 more days without being head over heels for this guy.. but he sure didn't make it easy.

"Okay, here comes the worst question but luckily it won't be in the interview," he prepared me, and you nodded for him to go on. "Why are we gonna break up?"

"Hmm... because I catch you with a blonde? We can just act like the other day was real."

"No way, that wouldn't really help with my innocent image," he shot it down. "Maybe you keep trying to steal my virtue and I want to wait."

"Ugh!" you were appalled. "Steal your virtue? You're trying to seem like an innocent romantic, not like a priest with a covenant."

He cackled and gently nudged you with his elbow, "You're right. And funny. Okay what else you got?"

"We could always go with... we wanted different things in life?" you offered. "One of us wanted a married future and the other didn't? Maybe I couldn't handle the fame?"

"That's good stuff," he typed rapidly into his notes app. "Good, nice." He clicked his phone off and looked to you, seeming content with all you guys' progress. He only stopped looking at you for a moment to look out the window. "You know, it's pretty late."

"Yeah, better be a good fake boyfriend and call a Lyft for me."

His hand was back on your knee; your heart sped up as you looked at it, then to his eyes. "What?" you asked nervously.

"I could be a better fake boyfriend and let you stay here," he said, his face serious. His thumb began tracing circles on your inner thigh. You didn't say anything, though your brain was saying no and your body was screaming yes. He scooted even closer, and moved his hand to the side of your face furthest from him; gently moving it to face him, and your noses brushed.

I don't kiss on the lips, his voice echoed in your mind; but he seemed to be about to go back on his word.

"Have sex with me," he murmured, barely audible.
     
Your stomach dropped and heat rushed between your legs. Hell no. This was not how to keep your feelings for him concealed.

"I'm seeing someone," you lied. It was what you had to do, but you regretted it instantly. You both froze for a second, and he backed off of you a short moment later.

"Oh," was all he said, then, "I didn't know."

"Yeah."

"Is it serious?"

You looked to the side, "Maybe."

"Oh." 

"So... could I get that Lyft now?"

"Yeah," he sat up. "Yeah sorry. I'll call you one. Thanks for stopping by." He stood, so you did too.

You awkwardly shook hands goodbye; you wanted the earth to swallow you whole. He disappeared behind down the hall toward his room, and an 'arriving shortly' notification dinged on your phone. You slipped out the door without seeing him again, and downloaded Bumble on the ride home.

*****

      A week and a day before your parents were set to arrive, it was interview day. Evan told you it'd probably air the day before they get here, so maybe they'll have heard the answers to some of the questions they're bound to repeat. Kyro and Nova helped get your hair and makeup together, but you were sure you'd be touched up a little once you got to the building. You got in the Lyft Evan sent and unexpectedly ended up at his house, then remembered it'd probably look better that you two arrive together. You got in his white Pontiac and you made a joke about him not having a personal driver, which did not amuse him. You two arrived at your destination in less than 20 minutes, and he gave you a pair of dark sunglasses that matched his so you could go in the back entrance unrecognized, and hopefully unseen.

That hope was short-lived.

Rows of shouting teen girls with some young-adult women sprinkled in were held back by waist high, horizontal metal bars. In front of the bars stood hefty looking security guards, all about 10 feet from each other. Christ, you'd think the president was about to show up. You looked to Evan for reassurance, as loud crowds were not your thing, but he was eating it up: kissing his fingertips and blowing them toward the crowd, lowering his glasses for split seconds to wink, even getting down for one girl to get a selfie. You noted that she was also blonde.

You smiled the best you could, and waved to a few of them, but they weren't there for you thankfully. You held your breath as you two picked up the pace and finally let out a sigh of relief once you were inside with the door shut behind you.