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"I have a problem.
The name Eva Hawkins has been running through my mind several times the past four weeks.
That's what usually happens when a boy starts developing feelings for a girl. I woul...
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Eva | X * 1:48 AM Tuesday, August 26th, 2014 *
< So.
> I hate you so much.
< I know, love.
> You scared me to death.
< Why do I scare you?
< You think I'd hurt you?
> I don't know.
< ...
< When I arrived at your house, I saw you getting in the car, so I wondered where you were going. I followed you.
> You actually came?
> Where are you right now?
< I was literally running because you were driving so fast. I thought you were going to smash into a tree, I couldn't not follow you.
< Then you stopped in front of a house, you rung the doorbell and waited. You were looking around like I could come and snatch your neck any minute. I knew you were thinking about me.
< Love, you still here?
> Yeah.
< You okay?
> Yeah...
< Then, somehow I knew it, Thomas opened the door. And I could hear the conversation loud and clear.
> Don't.
< He hugged you and let you in so I jogged to the backyard and followed your voices. I looked through the window and you were already making out.
> Stop. What's your damn point?
< My point is...
< I didn't know you were like that.
> What do you mean? He's my boyfriend, I'm free to do whatever I please.
< Hm.
> Why did you do this? Don't you have better things to do? Like go kiss your own girlfriend, for example.
< I have a fuck buddy, not a girlfriend.
< And this is not what I meant.
< We need to get this clear, Hawkins. You don't love him.
> I'm sorry?
< It's pretty obvious.
< You just go around him when you need someone to rely on.
> I am not in the mood for you. Stop texting me.
< You don't love him.
> Don't.
< If you don't want to be with Thomas, why are you still with him?
> I love him. Don't tell me how I feel.
< Ah, stop it now.
> Why are you doing this? What have I ever done to you?
< Why are you crying?
> How do you know I'm crying?
< I'm still in the backyard.
< What are you doing?
< Stay where you are.
> I don't care, I want to see you.
< Oh.
< That's super cute, Hawkins, but not right now.
> Where are you hiding?
< You won't find me.
> Are you scared of me?
< Don't take this personal.
> Whatever. I bet you're freezing cold outside.
< I'm fine.
< Will you please stop crying?
> ... Yeah.
< You should tell him soon.
> I don't want to.
< Why?
< Gosh, stop looking.
< And now you're laughing.
< You're so weird. And cute.
> Are you ugly?
> Is that why you don't want me to see you?
< I don't want you to see me because you would die of my third degree hotness.
> Right.
> Haha.
< Aren't you going to invite me in? I'm freezing now.
> Too late. The invitation expired.
< It'd be so much better if Thomas and I switched places right now.
