The New Boy- Completed

Thirty Seven

"You look stunning tonight by the way. I really like this dress." I smiled at him as we walked through the gardens. I loved summer. The days were so long I could walk around and see where I was going. It was peaceful, no one worried about stupid things. It was just summer. 

"Thanks." I looked down. "I don't know where it's from I think it's new. It was just hung up for me to wear today." He smiled. "Did you-" 

"Pick it out with your sisters? May have." 

"With my sis-" I stopped, tilting my head at him. "What the hell happened in those 3 months? Your besties with Sterling, hanging out with my sisters, plural." He chuckled, grabbing my hand and pulling me back to him. "This is so weird. I feel like I missed so much and nothing at the same time." 

"You didn't miss much. Not really. We were all just trying to carry on like it wasn't happening. Like we weren't watching you slip away."

"I think I'd been slipping long before you came onto the scene Evan. I honestly think starting uni was the beginning of the end. I don't think I was ever going to finish the course." 

"You don't?" 

"No. I think it would have all gotten too much eventually. The bullying and the work and everything. I think I'd have just realised I didn't care as much as I thought I did. I was just doing what was expected." He nodded slowly. 

"So what do you want to do?" 

"I don't know. I want to do something that's not just me sitting on the side lines you know? I've got too much knowledge on this family and world history and art and books to just forget it or never use it. I kind of love the idea of learning more too. But I don't know what."  

"Hmm." He looked like me, trying to find me something that would keep me busy and intrigued. "I mean there's always charity work but that doesn't really put anything to good use for you. But if you wanted to you could always go down the history route. Biographies and non fiction about your family history that kind of thing. There'd be loads of really in depth research and I'm sure you'll find loads of new stuff. Meetings with people, interviews. And you could donate all the money to a certain charity." I stopped walking watching him turn and stare at me. "What?" 

"I missed you." 

"I missed-" 

"No Evan." I walked to him, wrapping my arms around him. "I missed you. I missed you becoming friends with everyone, getting to know them, I missed you getting ready for our first big ball, preparing you for that walk down the stairs with me. I missed it all because I was so clouded in trying to keep everything the same. But you changed it all the second you paused my music that afternoon after Jack threw my book in the puddle. I was so scared of what people were going to do and say I was scared to let you too close and it just made things worse. And I missed it all." I buried my head into him. "I'm so sorry Evan. I didn't mean to hurt you or push you away or loose you. I didn't want to. I didn't want to loose you." 

"Fay." He tried to pull my head up but I refused, shaking my head against him. "Baby look at me. Don't make me pick you up because I will." 

"You can't there's people here with cameras." 

"Fuck them." He chuckled, bending down and picking me up bridal style. 

"Oh my god put me down." I laughed gripping my arms around his neck. 

"You wouldn't look at me, what other choice did I have?" He laughed at me. "You're not going to loose me Fay. Push me away, lock yourself away from the world, hurt me. I don't care. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to stay." He was walking as I laid my head into his neck. "Are you going to look at me if I put you down then?" 

"Don't know, depends if I want a hug or not." 

"You can have as many as you want in a minute." 

"But I want them now." I pouted and he rolled his eyes. 

"You're so annoying." 

"And yet here you are telling me you're here forever." My feet were slowly settled to the ground at the edge of the furthest garden from the palace. 

"Come on." He held his hand out and I raised an eyebrow. 

"You've brought me out here to kill me haven't you?" 

"Oh you don't trust me?" I opened my mouth in shock as he laughed at me grabbing my hand and tugging. We started walking and as we did, the dark space started to light up. A path of fairy lights now appeared some music playing in the back ground that had me spinning to find the source. "What are you doing?" 

"There's music?" I chuckled. "Can you not hear that? Am I going mad?" 

"What music?" He looked at me confused. I was going mad. Great. Good to know. Hey, might make life a bit more fun. "Will you stop wriggling in my hand?" He laughed at me, continuing to pull me down the path that had literally come from nowhere. Then it stopped. And he did. Moving back to me and putting his hands on my hips, moving me so I was stood away from the path. 

"I'm going mental. Actually crazy. You should lock me in the cellar before I go on a rampage." I giggled and he smiled at me, moving close again and kissing my cheek before wrapping me in a hug. 

" Don't interrupt me now okay? Just listen to me." I furrowed my brow, about to complain but he put a finger over my lips. "I love you Fay. I've loved you since the day I stepped foot on campus and saw you across the room. I know the past 6 months haven't exactly been the best of either of our lives and we technically were in this state of together, but not really together kind of thing. It was a solid 6 months of me thinking about how bad it hurt loosing you and I knew immediately I was not going to let you walk away. You have my heart and I don't want to take it back. I want you to have it. I don't want anyone else to have it Fay. Just you." With his words, the sky around us lit up and I could see fairy lights wrapped around a tree we were stood under. I looked up, shocked and mesmerised at how pretty this setting was. 

"I can stand here and tell you every single time I thought I'd be stood here with you. There's so many but each one is burned into my head. The first one, was when you first rolled your eyes at me. Sat in history when I was trying everything just to make you saw one more sentence to me. Just one more stupid bitchy answer, just to hear your voice again. The second time was when you called me Fred Jones. I was so confused who it was at first and then I googled it after class and just laughed for like a solid 20 minutes. It wasn't even that funny but I thought it was." 

"The third time was in the library after that class, you were looking for a book with your earphones in, listening to some random Taylor Swift song and you gave me the fakest smile I have ever seen in my entire life after I told you you were annoying and told me to leave you alone. Then your phone started ringing and I looked at the picture of you and Sterling and my heart cracked.  I was just thinking, oh no, she's got a boyfriend. And I hung around, hoping the call was horrible and that I could work out you guys were going through a rough patch so I could swoop in and take over for him. And then you answered with 'sup bitch' and I was like Oh okay, gay best friend." I laughed at him loud, covering my face as I did, but he pulled them down.  "Hey eyes on me." He smiled at me.