The Story of How Élaine Got Me Taped to a Fucking Pole

The cabin in the woods

I picked up my phone, and brushed off the sticky rice. On the screen, Evens face glowed up and smiled to me. I unlocked the screen and picked up. The sound was terrible, but i somehow managed to understand what he was trying to say;
"Did you get home before it started raining?" Of course I did not get home before it started raining. That was honestly the most stupid question he had ever asked me. (Okay, not worse than the time he asked me if I was pregnant just because I vomited for seemingly no reason... I've never had sex, and he knows that.)
"No, I did not, but my phone is nearly drowned, so please just talk to me on facebook or skype instead?"
"Wow, it really sounds like you are talking to me from the void and the deepest parts of the ocean!" I just sighed.
"Okay, fine, skype then," he laughed and hung up.

At the beginning of the third week of summer, my father dropped me off at Evens house, fully packed and ready to roll. The sun was shining bright, as if the rainstorm that had lasted from the last day of school and to the middle of the second week had never happened. Birds were soaring high above Even and I, and they sung happy songs. They were as free as I felt.
"Are you ready?" Even asked and nodded towards the car that his father was going to drive us in. "Heck yeah I am!" I said happily and grabbed his hand. He bent down and kissed my forehead, and it honestly felt just like I had just sunken myself into a warm bath.

The drive to his cabin was not that long, only about two hours. We talked for the whole ride, and his father joined in sometimes. Some of the topics were: 'What are we going to do in VG2?', 'Do you think penguins can outrun a mouse?', the outer space, and Rubens weird habit of sleeping with his head sticking out of his shell. When we arrived, Even carried my luggage into the cabin while I sat down on the green grass in front of it. The cabin was small, and typically cabin-looking, with the logs and everything. It was right next to a lake, and in the middle of the woods. The sun was shining right above the treetops, and the last sunrays of this day caressed my skin. Even sat down next to me, and we waved goodbye to his father. We laid down next to each other, and looked up at the sky. After a while, Even asked:
"So... What do you want to do?" I turned my head and looked at him, the long shadows of the evening suited him so well. "I don't know, swim maybe?"

We undressed, did not care for swim-suits or bikinis, our underwear worked, it was not like a bikini top makes that much of a difference from a bra. He looked so handsome as he stood halfway into the water. Not handsome in the 'I'd like to fuck you' way, but in the 'Holy ravioly just let me kiss you and hold your hand' way. The water was a lot colder than I had expected, but I was no chicken, so I waded out just as far as Even did. I splashed some water at him.
"Oh no you did not!" he whined and widened his eyes and smiled. He tackled me into the cold water, and I was stupid enough to laugh while under water, so I managed to inhale some of it, and I started to cough. Even noticed and dragged me above the surface again.
"HOLD ON ME'LADY! I'VE TAKE A COURS IN HOW TO SAVE PRETTY PEOPLE FROM DROWNING!" he yelled and lifted me out of the water and onto the grass. He knew that I could breathe just fine, and that I was not drowning, but he pretended to give me CPR. When he stopped pumping lightly, we just laid on the grass, kissing while the sun dove into the horizon and made the sky glow with magnificent colours like yellow, orange, pink and green. His hands slid up from my waist, towards my chest, and he kissed me faster, more passionately.
"Even, no..." I removed his hand and sat up.
"Right, ace, I got it," he whispered and looked up at the sky.
"It's not that I don't love you..." i tried, but he just stood up and looked down at me.
"I know," and then he walked towards the cabin, leaving me outside all alone. I felt terrible, but what could I do? I did not want to do that, like, at all. I followed him inside shortly afterwards.

He sat on the couch, holding a beer in his hand. He really looked like a sad little puppy sitting there all alone.
"Hey," I sat down beside him and leaned my head on his shoulder.
"Hey," answered and played with my hair. We sat like that for an hour, then we ate, and then we went to bed. As he fell asleep, holding his arm around me, I thought watched the weird decor of the walls. On the walls, were several copies of the exact same painting, a white rose which someone seemingly had splattered different coloured paint on. The paintings made me sad, why would someone want to change the looks of something that was already beautiful? It reminded me too much of society itself, so I turned around and snuggled even closer to him. His even breath and his beating heart slowly lulled me to sleep.