A Living Dream // 5sos

chapter 7: now or never

Evelyn's POV:

Dear Monday,
Go to hell.
Love, Evelyn.

That was the first thing I thought of when I woke up at 5:30am to start to get ready for school. Just last week I was in a good mood and I had no problem getting up. This week, I could tell, was going to be totally different.

My stupid alarm went off at 5 but I didn't have the energy or the attitude to get up so I stayed asleep until 5:30.

Its now 5:37. That's when I actually got out of bed.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Holy crap.

Purple bags under my blood shot red eyes. My pillow had made weird lines all over my left cheek. I guess I stayed in that position for a while. Long enough for it to make an imprint. My hair looked like a pile of spaghetti. All tangled up and messy. It just looked terrible.......I looked terrible.

After brushing my teeth, taming the lion that was my hair and applying more makeup then I expected, I went back to my room to pick an outfit. Its December so I had to dress in layers.

I put on thin leggings and a tank top as my base layer. Then I put on black skinny jeans (which was as hard to do as its sounds especially with one layer already on) and a black, white and red stripped sweater. Then I put on knee high socks and a black flannel shirt.

I then gathered my school things. I skimmed my math notes so I would be a little more prepared for the math quiz I was having. That only took 5 minutes. I'm not the type of person to study too often.

I put my books and binders in my bag. I hated carrying all of these heavy books and binders full of notes all the way to school. It was a long walk and it hurt my back. I would drive, but we only have one car and my mom takes it to work. I would take the bus, but I'm broke and haven't gotten my student pass yet. So, walking was my only option. Occasionally, Riley would drive me. But she's a bit of a reckless driver.

Luckily, Jack offered to drive me today.

I grabbed my winter boots and packed uggs in a separate bag so I could change into them when I got to school.

Its now 6:05.

I've been so lazy getting ready. But who could blame me.

After all the drama and things that happened on saturday with Josh and 5sos, I barely got any sleep. Sunday was a busy day. I was volunteering at our local church. That took up half the day. By the time I got home, I was finishing homework and was on the phone almost all night with Jack. He's helping me plan out something.

I've been thinking about Josh's situation a lot. I had to tell my mom. But I didn't want to tell her without Josh with me. I'll have to wait until he's ready.

I realized that I was just staring at my ceiling for the past 5 minutes. I had too many things on my mind.

I turned on my phone to find........nothing.

Absolutely, nothing.

No notifications. No text messages. No missed calls. Nothing.

And to think.....I thought my phone would be full of that stuff. Especially on a special day. December 12. I guess no one really cared. I didn't think anyone did anyway.

The negative thoughts are interrupted when Josh is standing outside my door with a card, a wrapped box and a little balloon. I love him.

"Happy 19th birthday Eve."  He said with a huge grin. I rushed over to engulf him in a tight hug, while trying to be careful with the presents he's gotten me. He really didn't have to.