My Drug-In Editing

My Gay Best Friend

Edited July 2, 2016

Evie's POV

I wake up, still tucked under Ben's arm. I'm busy thinking about last night, but I get this sense that someone is watching me. I look at Ben, he's sleeping loudly. If Ben's not watching me, who is? I jump up and look around. I see someone, a big guy, running then get into a red jeep that immediately speeds away. Just then I get a text from my gay best friend, Liam.
Liam:' hey, you ok? Someone was just outside your house.'
Evie:' I'm fine I think... what're you doing outside of my house?'
Liam:' it's a Saturday, remember?'
Oh, Saturday. Every Saturday morning, Liam takes me out for breakfast and we have the rest of the day to ourselves.
"Are you ok?" I hear Ben ask. He ran over to me and pulled me into a hug.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I gotta go. It's a Saturday."
"What does that mean?" Wow, Ben is really clueless. I guess that happens when you don't talk to someone in 2 years.
"Liam and I are going out for breakfast," I say grabbing my coat and purse.
"Isn't he gay, though?" Ben asks clearly wondering how he measured up.
"Yeah, Saturday is my day to indulge in good food, shopping, and a whole lotta gossip," I explain. Ben nods and grabs his coat, walking out the door with me. Oh shit! Ben doesn't have a car. I drove him to my house yesterday.
"Do you need a ride?" I ask.
"Nah, I actually live right there." He points to a house across the street and a few doors down. Right he lives right down the street.  How had I almost forgotten that?
We say our goodbyes and go our separate ways. I start walking towards Liam's car. It's a green Kia Soul I think. It's boxy.
I get in and, immediately, Liam's left eyebrow raised so far up I thought it would fly off his face. It's that 'ooh giiirl imma need details about this' look. I've been caught.
"Shut up and drive," I say buckling.
"Girl, these are the first words I have spoken to you today." He says with a smirk. God, he's so stereotypical. I love him.
We used to date once. Before he came out. Yeah, that's a fun thing to find out about your boyfriend over spring break 'hey, having fun in the sun? Oh btw I'm gay' I don't mind that backstory anymore, but it was crushing back in the day.
"So where are we going?" He asks.
"IHOP," I say with a smile. He rolls his eyes. I almost always say iHop.
"Ok, we're gonna need a booth. I gotta lot to tell you." Oh dear, shit's going down and I'm about to know all about it.

Ben's POV

I had woken up a couple times during the night to see that in my arms there was a wonderful girl that I almost lost.  I can't believe we've been avoiding each other for just about 2 years.  Evie was so peaceful when she slept, but I can't help but notice her face scrunch up in worry every now and again.  I wonder what she's dreaming about.  If her dreams have anything to do with that Erik guy harassing her, I swear... I hate to see her caught up with all of his nonsense.  I try to avoid it, but that doesn't mean I'm clueless as to what goes on.  Erik finds a new girl and as soon as he's done with her somehow Paul finds a way to get his hands on her.  Paul is a creep in so many ways.  All around he is a perv but that's not the only thing.  In Junior High, he got popular downloading porn onto burner phones and handing them out to all the other horny teenagers in the Junior High.  My locker was near his so I never got to use my locker much because people were blocking it from me. 

I was still partially asleep when I felt the couch shift and I breathe in a whiff of something that smells citrusy.  I open my eyes and see that Evie has gotten up and is near the door grabbing some of her stuff together.  I walk over to her and engulf her in a hug.  I've decided that that citrusy smell from earlier must've been her shampoo, because when she flips her hair back, I get another whiff of that smell. 

"Are you okay?" I ask her, she seems a little rushed. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. I gotta go. It's a Saturday." She replies, but that doesn't make any sense to me.  What does the fact that it's a Saturday have to do with anything?

"What does that mean?"I ask, stupidly.  She simply replies that she and her friend gets breakfast every Saturday as if it were common sense.  I walk out the door with her and after explaining that I live right down the street from her, I walk home.  I see her get into a green car with her friend, I presume. 

As I step inside my house, I wonder if my neighbors got a new car.  I see a red Jeep that I don't think I've seen before parked just one house down from me.  I guess I'm just going to hang around here today.  I grab some cereal and head over to the couch and watch some news that I feel bad for watching.  It's always so negative, yet if I don't watch it, I'm left looking clueless.