You're the Only One I Need

Been Thinking Of The Wrong Person

Evie's P.O.V

A loud slam sounded suddenly inside the spacious room, leaving a ringing sound behind in Evie's ears that she had grown quite accustomed to over the last few months. Mal's angry again. It seemed to be written into the girl's daily schedule, always happening to be about something different each day, though Evie didn't mind much; she loved raising the girl's spirits, well aware that she was often the only person who could. Flicking the latch on her sewing machine to turn it off, Evie spun in her seat until she was facing her best friend, not at all surprised when she found the girl sprawled out on her bed, feet still planted firmly on the ground.

She tapped her fingers on the back of the chair. "What's the grumpy face about?"

"Nothing," Mal grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm not buying it, M," Evie pressed, pushing herself up from the chair and moving over to plop down on the bed beside the purple-haired girl. "What's wrong?"

But Mal didn't seem to want to divulge. Unfortunately for her, Evie knew exactly what that meant.

"It's something personal," Evie stated, reaching down to rub soothing circles into the girl's knee through the material of her jeans. "Come on, you know you can trust me with anything."

Bright-green eyes met red-brown, the pale girl seemingly searching Evie's expression as she internally debated whether or not to let out her bottled emotions. Mal was extremely frustrated, even more so than normal, Evie could tell that, she just needed to know what had made her so.

"M, how many embarrassing things do we know about each other?" Evie questioned, deciding she needed to pester the girl in order to get her to open up.

"I know a lot more embarrassing things about you than you do me," Mal snorted, seemingly amused by the girl's words.

Evie gave her a look that let her know she wasn't amused. "Come on, M. Be serious."

"Okay, fine," Mal groaned, shutting her eyes. "I'll tell you, but I feel like it's something Ben wouldn't want getting out."

"So it's about Ben?" Evie questioned, one step closer to receiving the answer.

Mal nodded, her fingers beginning to manipulate the material of the bed's comforter. "You know how I told you I thought I maybe wanted to have sex with him?"

"Yes, I remember that conversation," the corners of Evie's mouth quirked at the memory.

"Well, I've been trying to make that happen for months," Mal explained, and Evie honestly wasn't surprised about the outcome. "Every advance I make he shuts down, saying it wouldn't be right unless we were married."

"I could have told you that was going to happen," Evie said honestly.

Mal glared at her, pushing her hand from her knee. "Way to make me feel better, E."

"Okay, I'm sorry, but he's just so..." Evie searched for the correct word to use. "Pure."

"I know!" Mal groaned, covering her hands with her face. "And it's so annoying. I'm dying without any contact."

"Have you tried...?"

"It doesn't work," Mal answered the unfinished question. "I mean, it feels good and everything, but I just... I even think about him while doing it, but I can never find a release."

Maybe you're thinking of the wrong person. Evie thought to herself, resisting the urge to let out a laugh, knowing she'd have to explain why she was laughing to Mal. She would be lying if she said she had never thought about touching Mal in the way she wanted Ben to touch her, and a part of her often thought she'd be capable of pleasing her friend better than the King ever could. And Mal had just supplied her with the perfect in.