Between Us

Celebratory

I can't take it any more, but I don't dare say anything. Not after what happened last time.

**
"Dude come on!" I'm startled back by a banging on the door, "were going to be late!"

"Just a sec!"

I can't keep doing that, losing track of time like that. Sometimes my mind wonders off like that, wondering what could have been if my life would have taken a different path.

I hurry up and finish showering, cleaning my body of all the sweat and dirt of our morning run. I step out of the shower almost losing my balance and avoid falling on my ass.

"Oh fuck."

"Are you okay?"

"Yep, almost ate shit though," I inform Davis. I quickly get dressed and throw my hair up into a messy bun. As I walk out of the bathroom, I make sure not to make too much noise and wake up my parents. They had been out pretty late last night attending one of my dad's coworkers' anniversary party. The last thing I wanted to do was wake them up.

I walk towards my room, closing the door behind me. Davis is sitting on my bed, reading one of my books.

"You know I seriously try to get into this book, but I can't get through the first chapter. How did you make it through the rest?"

"Which book is it?"

"City of Bones. Wasn't that a movie?"

"Yeah but it wasn't that great if you read the books. Honestly I couldn't get through the first chapter either, but once I did I couldn't put it down. Or the next 5." I laughed, "are you ready?"

I grabbed my backpack from next to my desk, picked up my phone, charger and headphones and threw them inside.

"Yeah, let's roll."

"Please don't say that," I said walking down the stairs through the front door. "You sound like an 8th grader trying to sound cool to fit in with the popular kids."

"Please," he scoffed, "I am the definition of a popular cool kid. Don't you remember little Emma?"

"Shut up!"

"Oh my gosh, Davis you are so funny and cool," he reminded me. When Davis and I started being friends, I thought he was the most fascinating boy in the world. So what does a little girl with a crush on a boy do? Let him know how great he is at everything. Now Davis never let's me forget that stupid day, bringing it up any chance he gets.

**

Perks of having your best friend work at Starbucks? Free drinks, and if I'm lucky and the manager isn't there, a bagel!

I spread the cream cheese on my everything on it bagel and smash both parts together. Then I roll it in a napkin, grab my backpack and my Vanilla Bean Frap and get out of the car towards my first class, Anthropology 105. Worst mistake of my class schedule, don't ever schedule yourself in an Anthropology class at 7:50 in the morning. You're just going to be digging your own grave.

I finish off my bagel and drink and walk inside the classroom. I sign in and claim my seat toward the back of the classroom. For the next hour and a half I try my hardest not to fall asleep and pay attention.

As I gather my things and put them away in my backpack, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I wait until I'm outside to answer it.

"Hey, what's up?"

"We're celebrating tonight!" Yells Evianna over the phone.

"And what excatly are we celebrating?"

"You seriously forgot. Seriously?"

"Oh gosh!" I face palmed myself, "you're interview was today, how did it go?" I was seriously a bad friend, we were talking about it not even 12 hours ago, and I forgot?

"It's was fucking great, I'll tell you that! If they don't call me back and offer me the position, I'll be on another level of pissed."

"Hold on a second," I said balancing the phone on my ear and shoulder to walk out of the building. "Call you to offer the position? I thought you already had the job! So what the fuck are we celebrating?"

"Hello! I don't have to stress myself out anymore, that's what I'm celebrating. I know I tried my best and if they call me back to offer me the position then great, fucking fantastic. But if they don't, I'll be okay."

Evianna had been stressing out for over two weeks when they called her for an internship interview. She wanted to be a social worker so badly and help kids in the foster system get out of their bad foster home and put into a more permanent with loving parents and guardians.

Like me, she was adopted. But she wasn't so lucky at the beginning. She was put into four terrible foster homes with parents that either neglected her or mentally abused her. She was finally adopted when she was fourteen, and since then she's wanted to become a social worker.

Therefore, getting this internship with one of the social services office would really be ideal for her.

"You're going to get it Evianna. Now, what were you thinking for tonight? We can go to that bar on Sunset Blvd that you like. Or the club we went to last time?"

"I'm thinking more of live music," she said slowly. "I have a friend in my Geography class who's in a band, well he's having a gig tonight at this bar."

"Where's the gig?"

"That's the thing, it's back home."

Home. A place I left three years ago. A place I tried to avoid at all cost. It's just a city, but just being near it was toxic.

"Look I know you moved away for a reason, to get away from it. And if it's still an open wou-"

"It's fine," I said interrupting her. "We'll go. "

"Are you sure about this? We don't have to."

"Yes we do, I can tell you really wanna go, it's your night."

"Yes! Alright I'll pick you up at 9."

Fantastic.