Evan's POV:
Her hand fists in my shirt jerking me towards her, my hands smack loudly against the wall as I brace myself to keep from falling on top of her, our teeth clack as our lips slam together.Her sudden giggle against my lips is infectious.
"Are you ok? That went better in my head. I'm sorry." She rubs her thumb against my lips, instantly my pain is forgotten.
"I'm perfectly fine baby." Her thumb freezes against the front of my lips, her eye lock with mine, anxiety grips me.
"I'm sorry it slipped, I didn't mean to ca-"
"Take me home?"
"W-what?"
"Will you take me home?"
"What about your date?"
"I'll go tell him. Don't worry."
"Yeah sure. Let's go."*One Hour Later*
Awkwardly sitting on her couch while watching her watch whatever movie is on TV, I wait for her to bring up what happened at Casey's house.
"Evan can we talk?"
Here we go. She'll say "it was a mistake I shouldn't have tried to kiss you" then I'll want to be anywhere else.
"Yeah sure. You ok?" Her mouth opens and closes a few times like she wants to say something but no words come out. I cautiously take her hand, "hey whatever it is you know you can tell me." She nods, swallows, then tries again.
"Evan I miss you. I miss us. But every time we try to be more than best friends-"
"It all goes to hell." I finish for her. Her head drops, I almost miss the sniffle before she speaks again. "Right. I mean, Evan maybe....maybe we aren't meant to be more than just friends." The lack of the word 'best' before the word 'friends' stings a little."So what you're saying is...you just want to be friends?"
Her silence speaks volumes but also says nothing at all. My mind swirls, nothing makes sense, before I have a chance to straighten out my thoughts and make some kind of plea for us, my mouth shoots off for me.
"I-ok if you're sure that's what you want?"
Her answer is a single nod."Ok then." Without my permission my body moves, I'm on my feet and out the door.
Risking one last look towards her house, I back out of her driveway heading for home.
It's only halfway there I remember we never even spoke of the kiss.*Two Days Later*
"Hey this is (Y/N), leave a message so I can get back to you."
'Call Ended'
I take another swig from the half empty Jack Daniels bottle. What the hell happened from the time we left the party until we got to her house? I thought we were possibly gonna get back together but then things took a 180 degree turn.
New Text Message
To: My Baby
"Hey"
Heaving a sigh, I delete the message. I have no idea what to say. My mind is a jumble of shit that I just can't get a grasp on.
I ache to just drive back to Missouri, to beg and plead for her to take me back, I'd get on my damn knees if I had to.
I drain the rest of the bottle slumping back against the headboard.
Bzzzz Bzzzz
The phone almost flies from my hand, I snatch it up so fast. Without checking the ID I answer it.
"Hello? Oh hey Taissa. What's up?"
"Are you ok? You and (Y/N) broke up again?"
"Yeah it's true. No no I'm..."
"Don't lie to me Peters."
"Ok I'm not fine, I'm miserable but she doesn't want-"
"Yes I know I should fight for her but I don't know what I can say or do. Her mind is made up and sh-"
"Hey Evan I'm sorry but I've gotta run back to set. Talk later?"
"Alright. Yeah that's fine."
"Bye."
"Bye."I fling the phone somewhere in the covers, my mind made up.
Your POV:
"Can anyone tell me what the answer is?"Almost every hand goes up but mine. I don't even know what the question is.
We can't be together. It's impossible, every time we try to be together something happens. But isn't that part of being in love-fighting for your relationship no matter what comes your way?
Holy shit what have I done?!
I need to call him or text him. My eyes shoot to the clock, only two minutes left of class. Thank God. Forget the rest of the day I don't feel like staying here anyways.
The bell signals end of class and I'm out the door-phone on hand-before it finishes.
In frustration I kick at my front door. "Open stupid!" I scream at it as if it can hear me.
"Hey this is Evan, leave a message after the beep."
I hang up before the beep. Dammit where is he? I don't think he has anything scheduled for today.
I try him again. Straight to voicemail.
Tossing my backpack uncaring in my room, I pace the floor. Straight to voicemail? Maybe he decided I'm not worth it. Maybe he decided to move on. Is he with someone else?
Extreme jealousy I've never felt before, courses hot through my veins.
Frantically I try his phone again only to be met by the voicemail greeting once more.
Hope quickly replaces the jealousy as I rush to see whose behind the knock on my front door.
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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...