Angel Next Door

Sunset Talk

Your POV:
He's here! Wait he doesn't look happy...crap.

Throwing my car in park, I shut off the motor then awkwardly stay behind the wheel, not entirely sure I want to deal with angry Evan.

But he decides that I will in fact have to deal with him, as he climbs into the passenger seat.

"H-hey." His only answer is a hand to the back of my neck, pulling me in until our lips meet in a desperate kiss.

My hands fist his shirt, the palm of his other hand is a hot weight against my thigh, his tongue skims my lower lip before he pulls away leaning back against the door.

I guess he isn't as angry as I thought.

"I-I was afraid something happened when I called and you didn't answer." He pants, swallowing hard I tug my eyes away from his lips, "sorry. I forgot my phone here this morning."

His eyes track my tongue along my lower lip before he surges back in sucking and nipping hungrily at my lips, next thing I know I'm in his lap with my hands tangled in his hair, his hands pull me impossibly closer to the firm weight of his chest, my tongue slides into the warm wet recess of his mouth.

It's heavenly. Suddenly I remember where we are, with one last tug of his lip between my teeth, I giggle when he chases me as I slide back behind the wheel.

"Hey come back here I'm not through with you yet." He whines. With my hand against his chest I push him back into his seat, "as tempting as that sounds, I don't think my neighbors would appreciate the show." His lower lip juts out in an extremely adorable-sexy pout.

"Let's go inside then." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
"Evan I think we should talk first." I chew my lower lip, his face drops into serious mode then.
"Yeah we do."

*Sunset*

Third Person POV:
Evan sits stretched out in the backseat of (Y/N)'s car, which is parked away from town in the middle of a clearing with a gorgeous view of the setting sun. (Y/N) sits in the front seat with it reclined back slightly laid against the back seat.

"I've been thinking about us non stop for weeks now. I hate how things got so fucked up between us."
"Me too Evan. It seems like every time we could possibly be a couple, something came along to screw it up. Maybe we rushed into things before we were ready? But then I think that 'rushing into things' has always been good for us." I sip from the drink we bought at the gas station to share.

"Look at our friendship; when we were in kindergarten, I shared my pudding cup with you then you declared me as your best friend to the entire class, then years later we are still..."

Our eyes lock for a second before I divert them to my lap, "you're still my best friend (Y/N), no matter what. You'll always be my only best friend. The only one I'll ever share a pudding cup with."

I huff a small laugh despite the tears that trickle down my cheeks.

"Good to know." I smile sadly at him, "I don't want to lose you. The thought that I might scares me so bad Evan. You've always been a huge part of my life and I've never seen a future without you in it somehow."
"I have no plans to leave your life. I'll stay around as long as it makes you happy. In whatever form you'll have me in. If it's as a friend, a lover, a best friend, or the guy your creepy kids call uncle, then so be it. I'm not leaving you babe, I care about you too damn much to say goodbye."

Dropping the drink into the passenger seat, I climb over the driver seat into his lap, burying my face into his neck, his arms wrap around me tight, he places a kiss in my hair.

We sit in comfortable silence, just watching the sun set. Curled up together in the backseat isn't as uncomfortable as I figured it would be. It's no bed by any means, but there is still a level of decent comfort.

Our drive back is lit up by the gorgeous starry night, my free hand is locked with Evan's on the middle console as the radio plays softly in the background, Evan is unusually quiet all the way to his house.

Once in his driveway I cut the motor then turn towards him, my mouth opens to tell him goodnight but he breaks in before I utter a single word.

"Will you marry me?"