Angel Next Door

Mr. And Mrs. Peters?

Emma Roberts cries her apology to boyfriend Evan Peters, after being arrested for domestic abuse.
The headline catches your eye as it slides across the bottom of the screen. Instantly you snatch up your phone, Evan's number being called in a matter of a second.
"Hey babe how ar-"
"Are you ok Evan?" I cut him off in a panic, "yes babe I'm fine. No major damage caused. Calm down." He laughs slightly.
I blow out a relieved breath, "I just saw the headline." Then a thought occurs to me, I just saw it on a headline...he didn't bother to tell me. "Evan were you ever gonna tell me what happened if I hadn't seen it on TV?" I know that it's probably stupid to get upset over the fact he didn't call me, but it just kind of stings a little that I'm his best friend and he didn't bother to call. "Babe it's really not a big deal. Emma and I just got in a stupid argument that got a little heated. It's fine now, we're good." I huff a sigh in annoyance, "Evan she hit you. How the hell is that not a big deal? You're good? You took her back? Seriously?!" Suddenly my anger level shoots to the 'Danger Will Robinson Danger!' level.
"Yes babe, I love her. I want to be with her." That's the first time I've ever heard him say he loves her. Great. Just...great.

*January 1st 2014: New Years*

"Happy New Year!" Happy couples-along with complete strangers- turn Times Square into one big make-out session, I flip to a different channel.

In the middle of the killer hacking pieces off some girl; my phone buzzes a new text alert. I smile at Evan's name as I click 'open'.

Evan: "Hey babe Happy New Year!"
You: "Hey same to you! Having fun?"
Evan: "Hell yeah! Drinking it up. Haha. What you up to?"
Right as I go to hit send my phone lights up with Evan's picture, so he decided to call. "Thought it would be better to call you." He says as soon as I answer.
"Typing to hard for your drunk fingers?" I joke. His answering laugh sounds forced from his throat. He's nervous?
"Evan? What's up?"
"I....I gotta tell you something and I hope you'll be happy for me." I shift nervously on my bed, relieved that he can't see me. "Ok what is it?" He takes a deep breath, "I'mengagedbabe!" He says so quick I'm not sure I heard him right, "Babe, repeat that please. But this time slow it down and enunciate ok."
"I'm engaged (Y/N)!" I find myself at a loss for words along with air, my vision blurs with tears, "hello? Did I lose ya?"

No but I've lost you.

"No I'm here. Congratulations babe, I'm happy for you." The evenness of my voice surprises me.
"Thank you babe. That means a lot." The relief is evident in his voice.
"Hey I gotta go, but I will talk to you soon alright."
"Ok Ev. Be safe."
"You too. Bye."
"Bye"

Evan's getting married. I've lost him for good. I have no chance. My mind taunts me. Curling on my side, pillow hugged to my chest, I slowly drown in my misery.

*A Few Months Later *

Evan's POV:
"Evan I'm telling you, the date was horrible! He threw nachos on my lap because he was angry at the program on TV. Everyone in the restaurant was probably laughing as I bolted out of there."
"Well did you hear from him again?" I am trying my best to contain my laughter-and failing miserably-as she discusses the disaster date she went on. She remains silent, I start to think she hung up until I hear her sigh, "He called me a total of fifteen times begging for another date." She grumbles.
I picture her; sitting on her bed, eyes closed shaking her head in disbelief at this guy. I want to be there with her....badly.
The ache that takes over my body, shocks me. First I think it's just cause I miss her, miss how things used to be before I got Hollywood crazy, but something in my heart tells me it's different than that.
It's more than that. I just don't know what.