Buried Wishes ✔

Chapter 27: Here are Your Exploding Vaginas.

~ [Liam] ~

I couldn't sleep last night, so instead, I was folding some stars to ease my nerves. Yes. I learned how to fold stars. They're ugly, but they're made with heart and filled with messages, just like the ones Ev gave me.

I've been doing that a lot in the past several weeks, and the learning took most of my time. My fingers just couldn't help but smash the little creations, ruining half of the stars that I attempted.

It was worth it, though. She's worth it.

Which is why I'm here now, sitting on Mason's couch at noon sipping a beer. We were just relaxing with some TV show running on Netflix, but I had other intentions and I was honestly too anxious to know how to start.

Ev and I had an intimate moment last night out at that park. It wasn't physical and there were no kisses on the lips. We just stared at each other, but I felt closer to her than I ever had before. That was when I decided that it didn't matter how troublesome it may be. I would do everything in my power to prove to her that we should be together, that we belong together.

It seemed simple enough at the time, but now, looking at a relaxed Mason, a twinge of guilt hit the pit of my stomach and I felt like I was back at square one again. The current episode just ended and I found the lull I was waiting for, but as I opened my mouth, I realized I couldn't come up with the words.

Instead, I excused myself to go to the restroom, which was in his bedroom. As I walked by his California king size bed, I noticed something bright red underneath.

Lacy panties.

Probably Evelyn's.

Oh God.

My breathing hitched and I rushed to the bathroom to splash cold water in my face. Why was this so fucking hard? I don't want to hurt my best friend, but seeing her panties here... it frustrated me. Angered me, even. I felt the back my neck burn up as I stood crouched over the sink with water dripping from my face.

Staring at my own reflection, I started to count the reasons I should do this. There were too many to keep track of, but it all boiled down to Evelyn. My Ev.

No. Mason's Ev.

But I'll do what I can for it to be a fair fight. Because I love her and I know she loves me.

I pressed a paper towel onto my face, hoping it wasn't red with anger. I can do this. I can definitely do this. For Ev.

"Hey, anything else you wanna watch?" Mason asked me as I entered the living room.

"Actually," I swallowed hard, "I need to talk to you about something."

He sent me a questioning look.

"About Ev." I could see his expression dissolve into one of anger as he clenched his jaw and glared at me.

"No, dude. Don't do this. We just got back to normal," he sighed in exhaustion.

"Normal isn't normal if we're all avoiding the real problem," I mumbled, staring into his eyes. He's getting angry. I can tell by the way his ears turn red. "I want a fair chance to be with her, Mason."

"What the fvck does that even mean?" He raised his voice, fists balled and eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm gonna chase her. I'm gonna do everything I can to get her to choose me," I told him firmly.

"Do you even know what you're saying? She already chose me!"

I sighed deeply, hating that I have speak the painful truth, "Only because she didn't know that I loved her. And I still do."