Taiven Parmiga

Chapter 34: Falling Apart

A few more months pass and it's the beginning of September. Evan texts the minute I wake up to ask if he can come over. I say yes and tell him I'll make us breakfast.

I make Pancakes and cut up some bananas, strawberries, and blueberries and set them out with some butter, syrup, and milk.

After getting everything finished, I hear a knock and go to answer it.
We both sit down to eat, Evan thanks me for cooking and I give him a smile.

"So I have a proposition for you." he says jokingly, with some seriousness to his tone.

"What is it?" I ask.

"So the way I see it, you must get pretty annoyed with me calling every morning to come over or having to drive all the way to my place." He eases into the topic. I start to smile, knowing where the conversation is leading, but try to hide it.

"Yeah." I say simply.

"Instead of all that work, we could just move in together. It would be much easier with less driving. And I could eat your amazing Pancakes every morning!" he gives a slightly nervous smile.

"Mm-hm. But what do I get out of it?" I ask, trying to mess with him a little.

"You mean, waking up with this guy isn't enough!?" he points both his thumbs towards himself with a shocked expression before cracking that adorable smile of his. The one with the dimples I can never resist.

"I guess that's good enough for me." I say.

He suddenly stands up and grabs my hands and pulls me out of my seat. Once I'm standing, he picks me up around my waist in a big hug and spins around the kitchen. We both laugh and smile until he puts me back down and we start to clean up the mess from breakfast.

In the next couple of days, Evan and I get all of his stuff settled into my house. We decide that it's best for him to him into my place since it was originally built with 3 people with 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms before my roommates moved away many years ago. It was also closer to town so it wouldn't be as hard to go shopping or on dates and such.

A week after Evan is completely settled, I'm making a smoothie after a morning jog when my cell phone starts to ring. Evan was out late visiting with old college friends and is still asleep in bed.

I pick it up and answer.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Is this Taissa Farmiga?"

"Yes. May I ask who's calling?" I ask curiously while putting the milk back into the fridge and putting a straw into my smoothie.

"This is Veronica Ross. I'm one of the lead producers in the Acting Agency of Australia. We're in the middle of making plans for a future movie and would very much like to have you come to Perth to act in our film as one of the leads."

I stand for a few seconds, a thousand thoughts running through my mind at once.

This is incredible.
I would have to go across the world to film this...
I don't want to leave and be that far away for that long...
But this is an amazing opportunity for me...
Evan. Would I leave him? Would he come? We would be apart for months. Maybe a year.
But I can't say no to this...

"Um...Ms. Farming?" I'm broken from my thoughts by the voice on the other end of the line.

"Uh...yes, I'm here. I'm sorry. Is there any way I can have some time to think about this?" I ask tentatively.

"Of course. That's perfectly fine. I'll have my assistant email you the details and my contact info. Just give me a call within the next 2 weeks and let me know." She says.

"Okay. Thank you so much. I'll be sure to let you know as soon as I can. Have a wonderful day." I say, chirpy, and slightly nervous. My stress only grows after I hang up and sit down in the living room to enjoy my smoothie. I try to turn on the TV to keep me from freaking out too much. But it doesn't help much.

After about 15 minutes, Evan comes down in his sweat pants and t-shirt, rubbing his eyes and ruffling his messy hair. I smile at the sight of him in my house, our house, before remembering the call and getting nervous again.

"Did someone come by to visit earlier?" He asks sitting next to me on the sofa.

"No. Why?" I slurp the last of my smoothie and set it on the coffee table in front of us.

"I thought I heard you talking to someone."

"Oh yeah. I was on the phone a few minutes ago." I say, trying to flip through the TV channels to distract me.

"What was it for?" He asks.

I pause before speaking,
"Nothing important."