Addicted

Evan

"Some infinities are bigger than other infinities."

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"We gave you everything you wanted, but you just had to turn up a screw up didn't you?" He spat with a shameful look in his stern hazel eyes, "why did you have to turn out like this? Can't you just stay out of trouble for one goddamn day!"

I stood up, and looked him straight in the eye. I wasn't afraid of him, he wanted me to blame myself for everything because it was easier, "well maybe if it wasn't for your shitty parenting I would've turned out better."

"You dare say that after everything I've done for you!" He yelled, "I'm confiscating all your credit cards, if you ever think about leaving the house like that again, there won't be a place for you to come back to" he warned, "understand?" He asked leaving me no room for disagreement.

I nod. "Say it." He demanded.

I clenched my jaw, "I understand."  He gave me one last look before finally walking out of my room. This was worse than hell.

"I wish it would just all go away," I whispered to myself before grabbing a cigarette.

It was 1am an I wasn't falling asleep, I knew Ethan was at a party somewhere and I wasn't going to be more of a heavy weight than I already am. Somehow I found myself dialling Riley's number. After the 3rd ring I was about to hang up, it was stupid. Why would she pick up at 1am on a school night? She was good, she wasn't like me.

"You better have a good reason to why you're calling me so late." Holy shit she picked up, and I had absolutely nothing prepared to say.

"Come over," I guess it would be funny to see her reaction.

"And what makes you think I would sneak out of my house at 1am to see you of all people?"

I laughed, "because if you don't, seven very precious minutes of my life will be taken away,"

She was silent for a few seconds, "I hate you so much Evan Jones."  Then she hung up.

She wasn't going to come, so why did I feel disappointed? Maybe if I didn't expect anything from anyone I wouldn't feel this uneasiness and overwhelming loneliness.

I laid on my bed with nothing but my thoughts to keep me busy. I hated nights the most because that's when reality washed over me. I shrugged pulling out my earphones and shuffling through my playlist, I wanted any distraction to fill the silence.

My music was interrupted with my ring tone, I picked up.

"What? Do you expect me to throw a rock at your window or something? Now help me climb because it's freezing cold," I could hear the shiver in her voice, so I quickly opened my window and that's when I saw her standing outside. I instantly lit up, I never thought she would actually show up. Riley, if you were a book, you'd be one hell of a plot twist.

I helped her climb up, "I never thought you'd show up." I said letting her inside my bedroom.

She glared at me, "7 minutes are really precious."

"Do you want a sweater?" I asked

"Yeah, thanks." She replied and I handed her an old sweater of mine, taking a seat next to her.

I watched her put it on, and I realized that I was beyond grateful to her and lucky when I needed someone the most, "Thanks for coming," I said sincerely

"I would say it was nothing, but it actually took a hell lot of courage to sneak out," she laughed, "Anyways are you okay?"

I paused debating whether or not I should tell her. It wasn't that I wasn't sure about trusting her, it was more of a 'would she still look at me the same' type of question. "Come closer," I said softly and she moved an inch closer, I rolled my eyes, she muttered a fine before moving and closing any distance between us.

I put my arms over her shoulders, I could feel her breathing "I-" she stuttered,

"Lets just stay like this for a while." I said pulling her closer as I buried my face in her neck, enjoying the warmth and feeling of tenderness she gave me.

This is probably the point where I end up saying tumbler's most overused quote, like 'in that moment I swear we were infinite', or some other bullshit that no one gives a shit about. But with her here, holding me I realized that it didn't matter how many friends you have, or how many A's you get, hell it didn't even matter what shoes you wore. What matters is finding someone who makes you feel a certain way no one else has. And once you find that person, you hold on to them, and you never let them go. Despite all the romance movies and books that persistently try to explain what love feels like, nothing compares to that single short glance you share, and in that one second glance your whole world turns upside down and you're really screwed, because that's when you realize 'holy fuck this is real.'

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This book is officially over. I  know it's lame, and I never intended to make it a short story, I just thought that this would be a perfect ending. And if I didn't end it here, it would probably take me ages to update so yeah. I know there's so many unexplained things like his dad and what's going to happen between Harper and Ethan so I might make a sequel just for the Conner/Harper/Ethan drama. Let me know what you think.  Thanks for reading!❤️