Discovering Evelyn

[12]

chapter twelve :

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"You're telling me you want to hangout with mom and dad all day?"

I nodded tightly as I leaned against the counter top.

Evan had been trying to convince me to follow him to a party tonight, nearly all morning. God knows why he would want to party on a Sunday night, it's not like school was something you could just brush off the next day.

I wasn't really in the mood to be around drunk people, or Carter for that matter. He wanted to know so much about me, he was to eager to find out everything. It made me feel uneasy. Like I would open up at some point and it just wouldn't end well.

"Really? Cause I can tell them that if you want, I'm sure it'll be such a fun family day."

He mused leaning forwards towards me. He raised his eyebrows, I knew what he meant by "fun family day" he knew that they would just end up pestering me with questions, like they always did. Maybe it wouldn't be about my well being but I'm sure my mother would bring up my painting.

I hadn't really told my father or Evan for that matter about it, I didn't feel the need for them to even know what I did at the studio. However, my mother had other thoughts on that topic.

I huffed pushing away from the smooth surface, I put my hands up in mock surrender.

"Fine I'll think about it."

Evan's fist shot up in the air "YES!"

I rolled my eyes and headed for the stairs, "I never said yes!" I called over my shoulder.

He was way too excited.

When I entered my room I was amazed at how I could walk around. It looked like a bomb of clothes went off. There were shirts hanging from my bedposts, pants scattered everywhere. Not to mention that somehow in my sleep I had managed to fling every single thing off of my bed and onto the floor.

I looked at the clock, it was just after one. If I ended up going with Evan I at least had some time to clean up the mess and find something decent to wear other than sweatpants. Though if I had a choice I would definitely show up in a pair of my favourite sweatpants.

Evan probably wouldn't be to happy with my clothing choice if I came downstairs basically wearing pjs. I'd make sure to save him the trouble from being annoyed and actually put on some "going out" clothes.

If I even had any of those lying around.

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I flopped back into the pile of clothes I was currently sitting in. In the midst of trying to clean I had also been searching for something to wear to the stupid party. By doing so I had just created a bigger mess on my bedroom floor.

I could hear Evan playing music loudly from downstairs, if he came back up here right now to ask again and saw me like this, I would never hear the end of it. I sat up slowly looking around me for something, anything.

I knew in the back of my mind that I could always throw on a pair of black leggings and find a decent top and call it a day. For some reason though, I wanted to actually try and look a little better than that.

I searched through the clothes, my hands skimming over the different shirts and fabrics. My eyes finally landed on a maroon quarter sleeve shirt. Instantly I started to search for my favourite pair of ripped jeans.

I hadn't worn this outfit in what felt like forever, in reality it was probably almost a year. After a couple minutes of frantic digging, I found them. They were a light washed pair of jeans with a couple rips, but not overly dramatic ones.