The Boys

black mambo

After our pancakes, everyone else got up and the house was alive. Most of the boys wanted to meet Phoebe, the most beautiful girl in the world. Phoebe and I on the other hand, wanted to meet Callum - Marcus's boyfriend. He was a little late arriving unfortunately as the rain had started up once again. It was a sufficient enough amount of rain to actually say it is pissing it down.

"How long have you and Eve been friends?" Jacob asked while we sat all in the living room. All but Nathan and Ethan who now had a friend round to play for a while.

"Since we were... how old was it?" Phoebe looks to me.

"3. Friends in nursery." I confirmed, keeping my body curled up on the sofa.

"Really?" Phoebe says, surprised.

"One hundred percent sure." I nodded.

"Okay, what is the most embarrassing thing Eve has done that you know about?" Zack asks with a plastered smirk.

"I swear if you answer that, Phee, you'll be sleeping outside no matter how much I love you." I warned her, sitting up on the sofa.

"Well, in year 9-" Phoebe winked at me.

"No! No you don't." I sit on her lap, covering her mouth with my hand while my heart skipped a beat. She is not going to be telling stories about me.

"Oh come on, Eve!" Zack whined from the floor.

"I'll sit on you too." I can't threaten people very well after the last year. I'm so non threatening. I'm like a marshmallow. Something wet and slobbery runs across my hand.

"Ew, Phee!" I exclaimed.

"Shouldn't have put it there." She laughed at me.

"You can't go round licking people!" I rubbed my hand dry on her shirt in a grump.

"If you're going to put something against my mouth-"

"Don't finish that." I stopped her quickly from this innuendo. In a room full of teenage boys, she should not be saying these things.

"What? Oh. Right. Cool." She understood and gave me a thankful look.

"You have a dirty mind, Eve." Tom scoffed.

"Well you do too if you just figured that out." I laughed a little.

"Touché." He raised an eyebrow in agreement.

"Evie has the worst dirty mind ever, actually." Phoebe said quickly and gave me a sly look.

"I hate you." I concluded.

"She's too shy to think anything dirty." Marcus mocked me.

"You are really rude." I pointed out.

"But he's got a point. Like, you're shy and timid and I don't know, fragile." Harry added.

"You'll get to know her more soon. Little Evie just needs to blossom." Phoebe pats my head like I'm a dog.

"What the actual hell, you beanpole lady?" I moved off of her lap and back into the corner of the sofa.

"Beanpole? That's a new one, shorty." She chuckled a little.

"I've had time to think of insults for you."

"Awww, you've thought about me in your spare time?" She faked her loving smile and held her hands over her heart in glee.

"Always, baby." I grinned.