Seven Days

Day Three

Day Three

8:50 am; April 4, 2012

Outside Evan's house

I'm not able to fall asleep after that little incident last night. If there's one thing I have to do, that is to go away now; leave Evan's place and never look back. But just like the other day as I think about it, this is my only chance on being with him.

            I'm sitting on the gutter just outside Evan's house. He doesn't have a porch or anything like a veranda; it is straight out street already. So the only thing I can sit on is the gutter.

            I sigh. I haven't exactly told him my reason why I came here looking for him. If he finds out that's what I want to happen, he might just give it to me flat out.

            Sigh.

            "Hey, you're early," I heard Evan behind me calls out.

            I look over my shoulder and he is wearing nothing but a pair or boxer shorts. I avert my gaze right away.

            Oh, my gosh. My heart is going overdrive. What do I do? What do I do?

            "Charlie?"

            "Yeah. Well, I just want to get some fresh air," I say in an attempt to forget the gloriousness of his God-like body.

            He chuckles. "Let's have breakfast," he says.

            I slowly turn to look and he is not there anymore.

            Whew. That is one hell of a minute to keep my blush from coming out.

            I stand up and go inside. He is at the kitchen, cooking some eggs and bacon. There are toasted bread on the table as well.

            "I didn't know what you like for breakfast so--"

            "This is okay," I say, cutting him off.

            I can't look at him straight, seeming that he has no interest of wearing any shirt yet. I can't control the irregular beating of my heart as I slowly feel my cheeks are heating up.

            "Alright. Let's--Charlie, are you okay?" he asks.

            I'm looking down at my lap, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. "Y-yeah. I'm fine," is all I say.

            "Are you sure? Are you sick or something?" He tries to reach out for me across the table but I move back.

            "I'm okay. Can you... can you just wear some shirt, please?" I ask.

            He chuckles. "Oh, sorry. I didn't know this make you feel uncomfortable. Mostly, girls like it when I don't wear any shirt and--"

            "Well I'm not most girls," I interrupt him.

            He winces. "Right. Sorry. I'll just grab some shirt." He walks out of the kitchen and that's my cue to breathe. One more second of that glorious body and I would've died!

            "Charlie?" I'm not able to notice that he is now standing beside me without a shirt still. I look up and stare in his brown eyes. "I'm sorry about last night," he say and all I can do is just give him a small nod.

            He gets my hands on my lap and rest them on his chest. My cheeks are so red like a tomato, I have to look away already. But he holds my chin and makes me look at him again.

            Damn. Why is he doing this to me?

            "Can you feel it, Charlie?" he asks. He is intently looking at me and I can have gone lost in a trance already.

            I swallow the lump in my throat and croak, "The what?"

            He smiles, shaking his head a little bit. "My heart," he says.

            I swallow as more lumps form in. Can this guy any be sweeter than before?

            "Evan," but before I can even finish my sentence, I feel his lips to mine. It was soft and warm. But the thing is, I'm in tears. My eyes are closed and I'm crying.

            When he pulls away, I immediately look away. This has got to be just a dream and one of these days, I have to wake up to reality.

            "I'm sorry," he says, turning his back on me.

            I prevent the sob to come out of my mouth. One thing I know, when you mean to kiss someone, you aren't supposed to be sorry about it. But he is and that hurts bigtime.

            I sit back on the chair and eat more toast to control the nerve of getting hurt. After gulping four more toast in my mouth, I stand up and get some ice cold water in the regrigerator and gulped more than two glasses of it. Evan is still standing there with his back on me, like if he turns to face me, we'll both get hurt.

            My lips is numb after taking in the ice cold water. That's the purpose of it; so I can't feel the softness of his lips again.

            "Evan, get something to eat now. I'm just going outside," I say as I walk past him.

            When I shut the door behind me, I automatically fall down on the floor. I am definitely hurting myself even more. Is this what I want? Is this what I came here for?

            Suddenly, a new voice breaks my moment of sadness and I look up to see a familiar yet unknown face. "Are you okay?" he asks, holding out a hand to me.

            I wipe my tears. "Yeah," I say, standing up with the help of his hand. "I just accidentally trip--"

            "Charlie?" he asks, cutting me off. "Is this the Charlie I've met and talked to online?" he asks for confirmation.

            I raise an eyebrow. "Alex?" I ask back.

            He grins at me. "Yeah," he says enthusiastically, pulling me into a hug. When we pull away, "I didn't expect to see you here. Does Evan knows...." Then it suddenly hit on him. "Oh my god. You are Evan's company he was talking to last night!" he says, wide eyes.

            I can't help but laugh a little. He is funny just like when I talk to him before. "Yeah," I say, confirming his thoughts.

            "Cool! What are you doing here?--Oh wait, what are you doing out here? Did Evan throw you away?" he asks, gasping at the end. "He didn't--"

            "No!" I immediately cut in whatever he's going to say. "I just had breakfast and I want to go out for a while."

            "Oh cool. Anyway, it's nice to finally meet you. Is Evan ready yet?" he asks.

            I frown. "I don't know. Are you going somewhere?"

            "Well, yeah. We are meeting some friends from the other state. They just dropped by so we thought of hanging out for the day. Are you coming?" he inquires.

            I shake my head. "Evan didn't mention anything about it. So I guess... no."

            "Oh..."

            "Yeah... well, enjoy the day! I'll just go take a walk somewhere. If I'm not yet back the time you're leaving, just tell him to, uh, leave the door unlock, maybe? Or something like that. Bye," I wave as I start to walk out.

            "Hey!" he calls out. "Did you two get into a fight again?"

            I smile sadly all too myself. "No!" I answer back. "There's nothing to fight about anymore."

            I keep on walking now after answering his question. If there's something we can fight about, that is why I am really here. Or not. Well, it something between those.

            Where should I go right now, though?