Angel Wings {2}

Chapter 19

"Evanee, where are you? It's been two days. Come home."

The voicemail ended abruptly, just like the previous five messages Craig left before it. Evanee sat on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. LA was a lot more stressful than what she originally thought it would be.

If she was honest with herself, she really wanted to get away from everything. It'd be easy to just pack her things and move somewhere far. Europe always intrigued her and it looked beautiful there.

Well, it'd be easy to physically move there. Emotionally, it seemed like a challenge. She hadn't even been back to LA long, but so much had already happened; both good and bad. There was a lot she would have to say goodbye to.

It did seem as if it was getting better at first. Lately, everything had just suddenly come crashing down. There was way too much to handle.

"So, when are you going to call him back?"

Evanee turned her head to look at Jonathan who was leaning against the doorway.

"Later."

"You've said that for the past hour. Don't you have work?"

"I called off. I told them I wasn't feeling well emotionally or physically. So I'm not exactly lying. It's a totally valid excuse."

"For work. But what about your friends? They're there for you whenever you need them," Jonathan explained, sitting next to her.

The green eyed girl turned over and screamed into the couch.

"Some of them aren't, Jonathan. Why do you think I'm laying down on your couch instead of laying down in my bed?"

Jonathan frowned, then stood up and smiled brightly at Evanee.

"Well, you're not going to get any better listening to voicemails on my couch. You said you like going to the gym, right?"

Since Evanee didn't bring that many extra clothes, she had to borrow one of Jonathan's shirts; a tight black long sleeve and adidas joggers. Fortunately, Jonathan had outgrown them and the clothes perfect fit on Evanee.

"After this, you wouldn't mind if I kept these right?"

"They don't fit me anyway," Jonathan said.

The two of them stood in front of the gym. Jonathan was wearing black basketball shorts and a white tee shirt. He had a backpack with him containing snacks and water. Evanee had to pack it for him since he wasn't really sure what to bring. Going to the gym wasn't his thing.

Thankfully, the gym wasn't crowded at seven on a Tuesday morning. Though, Jonathan was lost as he followed Evanee towards one of the many contraptions he wasn't familiar with at all.

He remembered when Evanee was perfectly fine with sitting on the couch, eating chips and watching anime on her laptop. That would've been nice to do, but he had to suggest going to the gym.

Soon after, Jonathan found himself panting like crazy.

"C'mon Jon. Just five more minutes on the treadmill and we'll go back to weights, then sit-ups."

"Totally got this," Jonathan said, out of breath. He continued to jog at the same pace as Evanee and was immediately regretting it.