"Evan what the hell?!" I scream whisper. He just sticks his tongue out at me then motions for me to back up. Rolling my eyes, I step back into the shadows of my room as he shimmies his way through my window.
Once his feet are firmly planted he gives me a Cheshire grin, "hey there neighbor." I just glare at him.Shrugging, he flops on my bed and pats the space next to him for me to lay down. My heart swells a little at the sight, calm down it isn't like he shares the same feelings you do. He is your best friend and just wants you to lay next to him like you have many times before.
I lay next to him and close my eyes, smiling as his warmth envelops me. I want so bad to wrap myself around him. To feel his heart beat next to mine. He will never like you the way you like him. Don't be stupid.
"I met someone." My eyes snap open to search his face in the small amount of moonlight that is now streaming through my window. He isn't looking at me from what I can tell, it's best that way because if he looks at me I know I'll break down. He wants me to say something I can feel it. We have spent so much time together that I know him as well as I know myself. His moods, his likes and dislikes. I hear things he says without actually saying a word.
So without asking I know he means he has met a girl.Kill me now.....
To Be Continued......
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Angel Next Door
FanfictionSummary: You've lived next door to Evan Peters all your life. You're best friends. Little does he know you have been madly in love with him for most of your friendship. What happens when he suddenly gets a part on American Horror Story and leaves y...