13 (evans wild ride to turning 16)

Chapter 5 (Patrice)

AN: okay before we begin clearly there are some readers here that i do not know from my cast i sincerely apologize for how these are basically entirely different characters i jus wanna do my own thing here im enjoying it AND RACHEL TOLD ME TO CHANGE THE ENDING OF THIS CHAPTER SO PLS BLAME HER

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I couldn't sleep at all. My stomach hurt just thinking about anything. I didn't know how to help Richie. I didn't even know him. He told me that it was a a dinner party at his parents house tomorrow. I just needed to be there that was all.

Not to mention my mom had no idea where I was. Evan had my phone so I couldn't contact her to tell her I was at his place. There would be an actual fight now because I didn't come home. I could deal with my mom but I hated fighting with Evan.

I'd figured that if I told him that I would rather stay at my house instead of his tonight he would be even more suspicious of me lying. It was a big deal of nothing. I sat up on the couch and looked to Evan's door. It had been about 2 hours since we'd gotten home, he was probably asleep.

If I went and slept on the floor next to his bed it would be my way of saying I wasn't mad at him. Which I wasn't, it was technically my fault that we were that we were fighting. I sat up on the couch, I got up, wrapped myself in a blanket and walked to the kitchen. Evans mom, Bethany, always kept snacks and drinks in the fridge for us.

I liked the brownies that she would make. Evan didn't know how good he had it, he liked to complain about how his parents divorced. My mom hated me, she use to tell me that I was the reason Dad left. My brother Jake had basically raised me. We never had sweet treats like brownies.

I found a container with brownies in the back of the fridge. I took 2 of them out and put them on a plate.

I noticed that Evan had left his bedroom door open. I walked over and knocked on the wall.

"Evan," I said. "I have brownies." I knew he probably wasn't awake but it was worth a shot. I walked into his room, he was in fact asleep. I put the brownies down on his dresser, when I looked down I saw my phone. I didn't pick it up, instead I walked out and grabbed my blanket and pillows.

This was our way of saying sorry to each other. We learned pretty early on that we're both petty and had to much pride to actually apologize in words. So I put down my things next to his bed. I wasn't going to fall asleep but now I could get one thing off of my plate.

I couldn't let myself think for too long it felt like I was going to explode. There was something seriously wrong with me for actually  helping these guys. I had stuck to myself for so long, was it wrong for me to just step out of line for once?

When I sat down Evan rolled over in his bed. I'd woken him up.

"Patrice?" Evan asked groggily.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you up." Everything I'd done today had gone wrong. I should just tell him everything. It wasn't like he could stop me from doing anything. What would he even say? The whole situation sounded completely unbelievable, like I wouldn't even believe it. Besides Brett had told me not to tell anybody.

"No, no it's fine." He rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed. This was the moment I needed to spew it all out and get it over with. He was staring at me while I was sitting on the floor. "What time is it?" He asked me.

"1 am." I responded. He gave me a head nod then scratched his arm. "Listen Evan I need to tell you that I wasn't messaging my mom. You were right." I spoke slowly so he knew that I was serious. "It was Brett Sampson."

"What." He blinked then spoke again "Can you please explain? Is he bothering you about something? What in gods name compelled you to start casually chatting with Brett of all people?" He had a lot of questions. I shouldn't have told him everything was just going to get messy, but things would've gotten messy whether I'd told him or not.

Evan really hated Brett still, he knew how to hold a grudge. This was overwhelming I should've just gone to bed instead. All I could do was stare back at him like a deer in headlights.

"Patrice, answer me please." He started to get out of his bed. "This is really confusing" He sat down next to me and put his hand on mine.

"It's not my fault. I can't explain it." It was all I could muster. It felt like I was going to have a panic attack. I was so worked up over something so dumb, he looked at me in the eyes. I knew he wasn't mad with me, he was just confused. This should be no big deal, we had heavy conversations all the time.

I felt awkward and uncomfortable in my own skin. All of a sudden I wanted to go to bed, I felt tired and energetic all at once. First thing in the morning I was going to find Brett and tell him that it was off, and Richie was going to have to risk it. I didnt care that he had to move. I would even have Evan come with me to tell him.

"I just need you to help me with something in the morning." I said quietly then put my head on his shoulder. "Then everything will be explained."

"Okay." He spoke softly. "I trust you." It was a nice moment after the night we'd had. My mouth felt dry and I still felt cold though. "Cmon. Let's go to bed."

Next to Evan in I could calm down. I could probably even fall asleep on his shoulder, but he wouldn't appreciate that. So I let him help me up, then he grabbed my pillow from the floor and put it down next to his.

It wasn't a large bed, but it large enough to fit two people. I laid down on the bed and he did the same on the other side.

"Im sorry about the phone. I don't know what came over me" Evan turned on his side to look at me. I didn't really care about that, it wasn't like I used my phone all the time.

"It's fine I don't care." I responded to him "I really don't." I was exhausted, I needed to fall asleep. I turned and faced him also then closed my eyes.