Seven Days

Day Two

Day Two

9:53 am; April 3, 2012

Penn State; Collins Hotel, room 506

Evan has a sense of humor and I like that about him. Even though sometimes he's not joking around, I still find myself smiling. I guess that's what someone usually feels when he/she is in love with that person.

                 I've mentioned that he's sweet. He's like that to everybody, actually. I don't mention to him that I get jealous whenever I see him talking to another girl like he usually does to me. You can see through his chat messages that they're enjoying and I'd be like, o...kay. One thing though, Evan knows when something's wrong.

                 "Are you okay?" he had asked.

                 "I'm fine," I had said.

                 "Tell me what's wrong," he had insisted.

                 "Nothing's wrong," I'd kept going.

                 "What's wrong?" he'd keep asking.

                 I gave up. "Nothing. I just saw your conversation with another girl," I had answered. I felt ashamed at that time. I knew I couldn't keep him from talking to another girl but I still felt that he should talk to me more.

                 "She has something to do now. So I'm all yours," he had said.

                 Those words hurt. It didn't give me contentment, only insecurity. What if the girl at that time came back and said that she's done, That would mean they'd be talking again and that he's not all mine again.

                 My mindset at that time was wrong because I was assuming that Evan would eventually like me. Which didn't happen.

                 I brush my teeth, get change and get out of the hotel I'm going to stay in for the week.

                 Thinking about finding a guy in a city with no idea at all is totally insane. If someone will know that that is what I'm doing, I might get a funny remarks from them. But I don't care what they think of it. I just want to find Evan and not mind them.

                 I enter a coffee shop to have a breakfast. I still have no idea where will I find Evan. I can go to clubs or bars and ask if Evan's been there or if they know a guy named Evan. But I doubt I will get an answer to any of those. Or maybe I can go to precints. Still, I doubt I'll get answers. So the number one question is, where will I find Evan?

                 "Excuse me, miss?" a brown-haired guy with astonishing long eye lashes approaches me. He is pointing to the map I have on the table. I just raise an eyebrow. "You're a tourist?" he asks.

                 I look down on the map, then to his finger and then to his face. I blink before saying, "Yeah?" But it comes out more of a question.

                 He laughs, taking a seat across from mine. He doesn't even ask if I like a company. "I can tour you around," he suggests.

                 I roll my eyes. "I don't need a tour guide," I say, furrowing my brows at him.

                 "You know, I think I've seen you before." He crosses his arms on the table, leaning forward and asking, "Have we met before?"

                 I snicker. "Psh. I don't think we've met before," I say. Although, he looks familiar to me as well.

                 He shakes his head, smiling. "I think I've seen you before, really." He leans a little more forward. "Did we have sex already?" he asks, lowering his voice.

                 I backed away. "Ew!" That comes out a little too loud. The guy on the other table looks at me curiously before getting back to what he is doing. "You're disgusting," I add. I fold the map and pack up my things.

                 "What? I just ask--wait! Where are you going?" he shouts after me.

                 I go out of the cafe now. That guy, whoever he is, is so disgusting. Why am I even going to have sex with him? He doesn't even think twice on asking that question.

                 "Wait." A hand stops me from walking any further. This has to be one of those cliche moments where the girl is breaking up with her boyfriend, only the difference is that, I don't have any idea who is this guy. "I think I know you," he says more.

                 I remove my hand to his light grip on me and face him, crossing my arms over my chest. "And I think you've mistaken me to another--"

                 "Charlie," he cuts me off.

                 I calculate the time I've been asleep, the food I eat and the things I bring with me here. There is no way, no way, that this guy is...

                  "Evan?" I voice out my thought. 

                 He smiles sheepishly at me.

                 My eyes widened in surprise. My hand shuts to my mouth before asking again--for confirmation--"Is that you?"

                 He shrugs, smiling still. "Guess so," is only he says.

                 I look anywhere but him. Am I going to get what I'm asking in just two days? Will we be able to--no. I shake the thoughts away.

                 I look down now and all I can think is Evan is in front of me, casually talking to me, like nothing happened eight months ago. Is this how he's been when we said our goodbyes to each other? Am I the only one who's been so attach to our "friendship"? I know I'm the only one loving him, but... Does he even give a damn on that night as we parted?

                 So okay, it's only over the internet in a social networking site. So what? We still became friends at one point. Or so I thought, of course.

                 "What are you doing here?" he asks after a moment of my infinite silence. I can think straight right now. I want to ask how he's been but I'm afraid that he'll say he's okay. I haven't been okay. I'm just pretending and completely hurting myself whenever I think I'm okay.

                 I turn my back on him instead. A tear has escape out of my eyes. It just comes out. That's one thing I don't want him to see.

                 "Charlie, are you okay?"

                 I hate that question. I want to shout to him and say I'm not. But I'm being unreasonable. Again. I don't want to be that person again.

                 "I'm--i'm okay." I am so not okay, I say in my head. My voice is breaking but I manage to say it just fine.

                 "So..."

                 "How are you?" I ask as he trails off. We are both uncomfortable. This is the first time we see each other and it just so unexpected. How should I react to this?

                 "Do you want to come over at my place?" he asks.

                 I hold back the sob ib my throat. Why am I even crying? He's asking me to go to his place. He's talking to me casually.

                 That's the thing! my mind shouts. He's talking to you CASUALLY! He is not affected of the goodbyes and all.

                 And that hurts a whole damn lot.

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