INCIPIENT

two - EVA

Lørdag 11:21 | Saturday 11:21 am

Eva

I grab the bed sheets and place them in the washer, setting the timer at thirty minutes. I run my hands through my now damp hair and walk back down into my room. I quickly lay out a clean bed cover along with bed sheets, fixing my pillows along the process.

I tidy up the rest of my room trying to keep myself busy while Chris gets here. Satisfied, I grab my phone from off the table and push it down into the back pocket of my jeans. I walk to the other side of my room and come across what must be his wallet, lying on the ground, half of it hidden underneath my bed. I pick it up and immediately reach to open it but then stop when I remember that this isn't mine, but his. I shake my head and place it on the table next to my bed.

The doorbell rings, the sound echoing throughout the empty house. I grab Chris's wallet and slowly head up the stairs. I reach the door knob, but pause as I quickly run my hands along my hair, trying to make my baby hairs disappear. But Chris— being the impatient person he is— rings the doorbell again and again and again.

I turn the doorknob and let the door fly open, revealing a very impatient Chris on the other side. His finger stops midair, his finger halfway to the little button that rings the bell. I cross my arms, my left foot steadily tapping the ground.

"Took you long enough," he drops his hand to his side as a frown appears on his face.

I roll my eyes and uncross my arms, "Here," I push the wallet into his chest. He grabs the wallet out of my hands and immediately opens it, inspecting the inside of it.

"What are you doing?" I furrow my eyebrows, confused.

"Making sure you didn't steal anything," he closes his wallet once he's done and pushes it down into the back pocket of his jeans.

I raise my voice, "You're kidding me right?"

"Chill, Eva, I was just fucking with you," he laughs and shakes his head.

"Ha, ha, ha, very funny," I fake laugh and roll my eyes for what feels like the millionth time since he got here.

"It was actu— oh, shit!" He exclaims, "I did that?" A smirk appears on his lips.

I follow the movement of his eyes and that's when I realize that he's looking at my neck. My hands immediately fly onto my neck, covering the spots where he left red.

"Let me see," he walks in, stepping inside the house and getting closer to me.

"Hell no," I try shooing him away, but he relentlessly persists and grabs my hands.

He removes my hands and I reluctantly let him examine my neck.

He touches one of the spots and soothingly rubs it with his thumb, "I did a good job," he says as his green eyes stare down into my own, the smirk never fading.

I push his hands away and glare at him, "Are you done gloating?"

He raises his hands in surrender and walks around me, plopping himself on the couch. He props his legs up on the coffee table in front of him and crosses his arms on the back of his head.

"Excuse you?" I say in disbelief.

"What?" He says and raises one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows.

I throw my hands up in the air in exasperation, "You're sitting on the couch!"

"Yeah, so?" He cocks his head to the side and keeps his eyebrow raised. He clearly doesn't know how lucky he is for being born with such amazing eyebrows that any girl would die for.

"I thought you only came for your wallet," I reply. I keep myself in the same spot, standing near the open door, my back to it.

"I did," he shrugs, "but I also came here to ask you something."

I don't dare get closer to him, so I keep my feet planted near the door, "What is it?" I let out a sigh.

"There's a kickback tomorrow night, in celebration of the new year, basically a party that celebrates the end of our winter break," he rolls his eyes, "you can bring your friends."

I nod my head, "I'll let them know, but I probably won't go."

"Why not?" He furrows his eyebrows, "you're going to miss out on a party? The last winter party you'll ever attend with my presence in it? You do know this is my last year." He throws up his hands in disbelief.

"Uh yeah?" Does he really think I'm only involved in the party atmosphere? My life isn't just the party life, I also have other important things that I do on my own time. Well, not so important since the only reason I want to stay home is to watch that special, once a year marathon of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. I've missed the marathon every year and I really want to watch it and if that means missing out on this winter party, then yes, I'll gladly decline the offer.

"You're something else," he mumbles to himself, and I almost don't hear what he says, but having fairly big ears has its perks.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I question him.

He looks up and shakes his head, "I should get going. Uh thanks I guess, for keeping my wallet safe," he gets up and scratches the back of his neck.

"Like I had a choice," I chuckle, "what was I going to do with it?"

"I don't know," he laughs and it's music to my ears. I can't help but grin, that's how highly contagious his laugh is. As a matter of fact, I don't think I've ever heard him laugh.

He walks around me and stands at the doorway, one arm lazily leaning on the doorframe, "I'll see you at the party tomorrow," he winks and abruptly turns around, walking down the driveway and to his car.

I watch him hop inside his sleek, black car as he sets the car in reverse and speeds off to who knows where.

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Should Eva go to the party or stay home and watch the marathon? (;

Until next time! (:

- j