Hit Me, Again. [Evan Peters]

Chapter 9

We walked through my door and I flipped on the lights. It was just as messy as I remembered it being several hours before. I felt sort of self conscious having him see my place like this, but he's seen it now. Can't really unsee things now, can we?

I got some wine from the kitchen and poured two glasses. Finding Evan in the living room, I sat beside him and placed the glass on the table in front of him. 

"What did you find to read?" I looked over at the book in his hands.

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference," Evan closed the book and smiled, "That's one of my favorites."

"Got to love the classics. Robert Frost was great."

Evan set the book on the table and grabbed his glass. He sipped the red wine from the rim, like blood carressing his lips. He held up the glass and examined the liquid.

"What do you think happens when you die?"

I wasn't really sure how to respond. I looked at him, and he finally looked at me.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to catch you off guard. I was just curious. I ask a lot of people this question."

"No, it's fine. I guess I believe there's a heaven and a hell. That's what I was raised to believe."

"But do you truly believe it?"

"Do you?"

He smiled and sipped from the glass again. He looked off into nothing and I liked to imagine that he saw something beautiful in his head. 

"I believe in heaven, but I don't think that's where I'm headed. The world is a crazy place, isn't it? You've got so many people with so many different opinions and beliefs. It's hard to really think for yourself when you have seven billion other people in this world trying to tell you what you should think and what  you shouldn't."

I took a long sip from my glass. I touched his arm and leaned in to kiss his cheek. 

"You are nothing but light."

He chuckled and turned to me. His hands pushed back a few strands of my hair and he looked deeply into my eyes.

"You should write a poem about me, Rosemary."

"Like I haven't already written several?"

"So you have written about me?"

"I don't know. Maybe," I closed the space between us and pressed my lips firmly against his. 

"We should just spend the rest of our lives together. Lounge around and read classic poetry. Sip tea and sit by a warm fire. Doesn't that sound perfect?"

I imagined the thought and it really did sound perfect. "Well forver could start now? How about that?"

"Alright. Starting....now. Forever has officially begun." We both laughed and I curled up against his chest, my nose warmed by his neck.

"I think I just might love you, Rosemary."

I woke up in the middle of the night and turned over to see Evan curled up and sleeping. I'm really glad he decided to stay the night. It really got lonely staying by myself all the time. The window was open and a cool breeze blew into the room. Stepping out of bed, I grabbed a jacket and walked over to the window. The stars were out and still shining bright. Morning would be here soon and a cool dew spotted the balcony. Turning around, I looked back at Evan asleep on my bed, his head resting on my pillow. God, he looked so cute when he was sleeping. 

Walking back into the living room, I saw a letter sitting on the table. Opening it up, I saw that it was from my sister.

Rosemary,

I'm going back to school. I really don't like leaving you like this, especially on such a short notice. I really hope you don't hate me, and that you know that I'll come back for you whenever I can. Make good choices and take risks. You're one of the most amazing people I know and you have such a talent. You're the best sister anyone could have ever asked for. I love you so much.

Your sister.

I set the note back on the counter and sunk down to the floor. I wiped the tears from my hot cheeks and looked off into the dark room. Did she leave today? She hadn't mentioned anything about this before. Part of me wondered if I'd been here, I could've stopped her from going, but the other part of me was glad that she was doing something for herself.

There was a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to see a sleeyp Evan. I hadn't even heard him get out of bed, but here he was, standing beside me. 

"Are you okay? Why are you up so early?" He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and kissed my temple. I grabbed the letter and showed it to him.

"My sister left yesterday, and I didn't even notice."

"I'm sorry, Rosemary... Could you call her?"

I shook my head, "Not now. If I were to call her, I'd just end up begging her to come back, and I don't want to do that. 

"Don't worry. She'll be back before you know it. Now come on back to bed." Evan stood up and gave me his hand, but when I reached for it, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me back to the bedroom. 

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and cinnamon. Stepping out of bed, I wrapped a blanket around myself and followed the inviting scent. Evan was standing against a counter and cooking french toast in a skillet.

"I actually own the ingridients for that?" I laughed and grabbed a coffee before leaning against his shoulder.

"Well you didn't have everything. I ran to the grocery store around the corner and got the last of the stuff. Smells good, doesn't it?" He smiled as I nodded my head.

"It was my mom's recipe. She used to always make it on Saturday mornings. I'd watch cartoons with my brothers and sisters while we all ate french toast. That's probably one of my favorite memories." We sat and just enjoyed the moment. Evan served us both plates and we sat down at my table. I forked a bite into my mouth and almost died. 

"This is amazing! Tell your mother that she can come make me breakfast anytime."

"I'm sure she would...if she was still alive."

I dropped my fork on my plate and looked up at Evan. "Evan, I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry..."

"No, it's okay. She had a rough life, and it's good to know she finally has some peace, you know?"

"Yeah, I get that."

We sat for a moment in silence.

"But if you'd like, I'll still come make breakfast for you." I leaned over and kissed him sweetly on the lips.

"You can make breakfast for me anyday."

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I am literally terrible about updating this story. SORRY. I always get writer's block on it, but I'm leading up to the big final plot twist and I know that'll blow your minds. It's going to be crazy. I hope this was kind of nice, and will hold you over until I can update again! Thank you so much for reading!

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