midnight rain [f. colapinto]

f i f t y - o n e

Evita stirred her tea, waiting for her bread to finish toasting. Her mood felt lighter than usual. For once the weight of her midterms felt a little lighter, as she was finally giving herself a break from studying. It was Saturday, the day Evita and Franco had their pottery making adventure.

Evita hadn't touched a pottery wheel since before Franco moved to Europe, and she was itching to see if her talent was still there. She was also looking forward to seeing how Franco would handle the discipline needed for wheel throwing. She smiled just thinking about the imminent frustration.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the guest room's door opening, followed by his footsteps padding into the kitchen. His brown hair was a wild mess, but it was charming. Evita suppressed the urge to step closer to him and smooth down his curls for him.

"You're chipper this morning," remarked Franco, reaching into one of the cabinets to grab a box of cereal.

"Am I?" asked Evita.

"Yes. It's suspicious."

"Nothing's going on," she replied, going back to her tea.

Franco stepped closer to her. "You're a terrible liar," he teased.

"I'm not lying," Evita shot back, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned into a small smile.

Franco narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side as he studied her. "Eva Desabato? Are you- excited to go to the studio? With me?" he asked.

"Don't be ridiculous," said Evita, shooting him a glare.

Franco grinned. "You are! You want to see me make a fool of myself, don't you?"

Heat crept up her cheeks, and she was grateful when the toaster bell rang, indicating her breakfast was done. "It's just been a while since I've done this."

"When was the last time?" asked Franco.

Evita didn't answer him, stepping past him to grab a plate from a cupboard above his head. She didn't want to admit how long it's been since she lost herself to her art. She couldn't tell him how his absence was the reason she abandoned that dream.

Instead of telling Franco the truth, Evita let them fall into a comfortable silence. She found herself glancing at him as she ate her toast, his unruly hair and sleepy smile easing her sadness.

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an: sorry this chapter is really short, the next one is too, but i didn't know how to make them longer :( but the two after that are longer. anyway, i saw a tiktok that made me realize something and since i told eddie, i figured i should share with everyone else:

evita met luke and liked him so much, not because she was attracted to him, but because she was subconsciously reminded of logan WHO SAID THAT?

-all my love, willow <3