Make Me Mean Something

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The car radio blared, and my Boyfriend Evan and I banged our heads to the beat, grinning wildly with every word. Panic! At the Disco's hit "Miss Jackson" soon faded into the radio babble, and I turned to face Evan with a smile on my face.
"God, they are so good! Well, at this point it's just the one but he's still amazing!"
He nodded his head in agreement. Soon, another song came on and we continued rocking out until Evan came to an eventual stop to pull over to the side of the road.
I giggled,"whatcha doin?"
Evan leaned over and placed a soft, lingering kiss on my lips.
"Just realised its been a while since I've told you I love you," he grinned mischievously at me.
"I love you too, you big cheese ball," I returned the smile and grabbed a fist full of his shirt, bringing him closer. I stopped suddenly when a faint, yet unfamiliar scent crept in through my peripheral. Completely forgetting about the kiss, I brought the knot of fabric clasped in my hands up to my nose and inhaled. It was unmistakable. The smell of someone else's perfume. I let go and sat back in my chair.
"Babe?" Evan inquired cautiously.
"Evan," I paused, without bringing my eyes up to his," why do you smell like another woman?"
A panicked look fell over his face as he scrambled to find an excuse, "Um, its... its probably my mom's, Babe,"
I looked him straight in eye, "Don't lie to me," my tone was cold and unfeeling, I could tell it scared the shit  out of him.
He just sat there, opening and closing his mouth like he had something to say, but instead looking like a fucking fish.
"Baby, I-I, she meant nothing to me! I didn't-" before he could finish, I opened the car door and stepped out into the fresh air. I doubled over and my breathing became ragged as I struggled not to hyperventilate. Evan followed after me and quickly put a hand on my back to try and help. Standing up suddenly and regaining some of my composure, I slapped it away.
"Don't fucking touch me!"
"B-baby,"
"Don't,"
"I swear, she meant nothing!"
"Fucking save it, Peters! That's even worse! You know what, I think I could have handled it if you told me you loved someone else, because all I ever want is for you to be happy! But, no, you stomped all over my trust for a girl who didnt mean shit to you. You tossed me aside for literally nothing. That makes me worse than nothing. Christ sakes, Evan! I thought I meant something to you!" At this point I was practically screaming at him and tearing my hair out.
"Babe, you-"
"I don't wanna hear it. I thought I mattered. I'm human, Ev. I want to matter. I need to matter. Otherwise, what's the fucking point of it all!" Tears were streaming down my cheeks with no sign of stopping; I stormed down the dark, lonely street, no semblance of where I was going or how. I just needed to be away. I heard fast pace footsteps race after me, so I turned around to scold him one more time.
"Take a hi-" before I could finish, or even figure out what was happening, strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me into someone's warm chest.
"I'm so sorry,"
Something hot and wet fell onto my neck, and I realised he was crying.
"I love you. Nothing matters more,"
I felt my anger ebbing away in the back of my mind as I clutched his shirt and closed the space between us. The perfume was masked by the fact that my nose was becoming stuffy from the tears I couldn't hold back. All there was in that moment was me and Evan.

And that's all I ever needed.

Bit sad.
Yours xx

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