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Borrowed hearts
I don't remember when the last time I spoke was. But today is the two week mark since the crash. And the only person I've honestly talked to was harry. Blake and tyler have blown up my phone, showed up at my house and even tried to track me down.
Yet im never where they think I am.
I can't fathom what happened and even if I could I still wouldn't understand why. I cried out to him, I begged him to slow the car down.. yet he almost killed me.
Running that red light and going 78 in a 20 MPH speed limit.
I miss brad. And all I want to do is talk to him about what happened. And what's going to happen. I love him. He was just a little mad. That's all. We're all a little mad.
Everyone thinks I'm mad. For loving him.
For not stopping the love I've had for him for 2 years in a row just because of a simple car crash and a game of slap around.
Yet I sit in this coffee shop. The crutches sit against the chair beside me and I'm in terrible pain. Physically and mentally.
A boy walks in with a beanie on his head, he walks over to the counter and orders a vanilla spice cappuccino. He looks over and makes eye contact with me.
I should have known.Harry.
I don't know why but I get a nervous feeling as the cup slams down on the table, yet again. And I feel like brad might come in here and drag me out. And take me to the car. And hit me. The events flash through my mind as I see Harry written in the same writing and same pen. But we're on oppisite sides of the table now.
I look up at him with a faded smile.
"Got something deep to throw at me that will weigh on my mind for the rest of the night and potentially tommorow? Or did you just not see anywhere else to sit?"
"I have to tell you something."
"And whatever this something is.. will it benefit me or you?" I ask and tilt my head.
"Yeknow I don't know what your mood is but-"
"That's alright lay it on me. Hit me with your best shot I can tell this is going to be a good one." I sit up acting as if I'm interested.
"Just stop. You know that all you would do if I got up and left here would be pop some pain killers and sleep some more."
"You don't know me."
His eyes narrow at me and he gives me a stern look.
"I was watching a movie yesterday." I roll my eyes and lean back in my seat. "It's called borrowed hearts." I tap my foot. The last thing I want to hear is his stupid too deep to even conquer stories.
"I'll leave then." My eyes shoot up to him as he stands up.
"No. Harry just tell me. I'm sorry."
He sits back down clearing his throat.
"What happens in this movie is sacred. Noone notices but.. it is." I become curious.
"And what does this mean?"
"Sam offers Kathleen a deal. He says if I raise your income by whatever percent per month I need you to pretend to be my family along with Zoe so I can win this deal."
I nod. I've fell into his deep green eyes and I can't get myself out of this story.
"And of course, what is mainstream to happen in a situation like this?"
I think.
"They.. they fall in love" I start to realize what he's saying and I frown at him.
".. what's your name?" He asks and my eyebrows scrunch.
"My name is evelyn."
"Evelyn what?"
".. evelyn meyers."
"Well evelyn meyers. You may not be able to conquer what I just said because it's so 'deep' " He emphasizes deep and I smile a little. "But whatever love you have for that boy- that kid. That childish fool who treats you like your just another girl. It can be conquered I'm sure of it. And you know exactly how to do it."
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Sequence h.s. AU
RandomI'm Evelyn, and well, I guess you could call this a journal or a diary. or whatever. but this is my story I guess.