Evelyne (Evie):
Dear T.J.,
I’m currently staying the night at Ray’s house. Long story short: My mom was making out with the plumber, I came over here, we had a 5-way with the guys and they decided that they wouldn’t interfere with my love life from now on. Do you think they’ll live up to that? *sigh* they promised, but I doubt it. Forever-alone-in-a-corner-with-a-juice-box = me.
Love,
E-Squared.
“Wacha writing?” A pillow knocked me in the face.
P.S.: Remember to prank Ray while he’s sleeping.
“About how I doubt you guys will keep your promise.” I plainly said.
“You have no faith in us, your best friends?”
“Eh oh el. Duhh! You guys are you…”
“I’m so heart-broken, Eve! How could you!” He sobbed into his pillow.
I teased, “Man up pretty boy.”
“I’m all man, all day baby!”
I kicked him off the bed, “Yeah, that’s why you’re not going to do anything.”
“How do you know? You better sleep with one eye open Ev-e-lynee. Good night.” He flipped the lights off.
“Night.” I sank into his covers while Ray laid on an air mattress that was spread on the floor. Even if he’s crazy, we’re definitely the closest.
(An hour later… 11p.m.)
“Pssst, are you awake?” I whispered.
“I’m not going to sleep until you go to sleep. I have to protect this beautiful hair.” Ray whispered in return causing me to roll my eyes.
“Same time?"
“Same time.”
(Another hour later… 12 a.m.)
“If you don’t go to sleep, Ray!” I hissed.
He wispily chuckled, “How’d you know???”
“You snore in your sleep.”
“I do not.”
“Do to.”
“Do not.”
“Do to.”
“Do not to.”
“Do not. Ugh, you tricked me!”
“Ha!”
“GO SLEEP KIDS!”
“Sorry!”
(At 7a.m. in the Lopez household’s kitchen…)
Ray and I groggily trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen, our faces sleepy. Ray’s mother, Keisha, told me to borrow her oldest daughter’s clothes since she was in college. I was dressed in a grey UCLA sweater, black shorts, red vans; my hair was in a messy bun at the top of my head. On the other hand, Ray was more swagged out with black skinnies, a cartoon shirt, a leather jacket, a pair of aviators, and Jordans on his feet.
“That’s what happens when you stay up late,” Ray’s mom scolded, “You can take my car. The keys are on the table. Have a good day kiddos.”
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FanfictionWriting. Writing is 16 year old Evelyne Marie Antoinette Fajardo’s way to basically cope with life. She calls it The Journal; basic but allows her to freely write about whatever. It’s definitely a good thing she has The Journal considering who her b...
