Sinking Ships

Chapter 11

❤️Chelsea's P.O.V.❤️

           As I sat in the back seat of the car, I looked out of the window, watching the trees, walls and houses pass by as my mom drove me home. A couple tears were welling in my eyes as I thought about all the things that Emelia could've been doing with Evan. She is my best friend and I should trust her, but I just can't in this situation. I remained uncharacteristically quiet on the drive home, unintentionally ignoring any questions my mom asked. I picked up my phone, ready to call Emelia and apologize... but I didn't. I couldn't bring myself to do it. She must think that I'm an idiot. 

          At home, I opened the door to my bedroom and dropped on the bed. I looked up at the ceiling, playing over the conversation in my head, feeling worse, every time I thought about. Emelia seemed pretty upset, I wondered how long it would take before she was ready to talk to me again. I picked up my phone and began texting Evan.

'Hey, what's up' I began, afraid to come off as too keen. It seemed like he had been ignoring me, so I didn't want to ambush him with conversation if all he wanted was just a little bit of quiet. Almost instantly, he responded,

'Nothing much. Wbu'

'nothing, feeling kinda lonely'

'Want some company' My eyes lit up and a smirk crept up on my face. Then I started to feel really bad. Him and Emelia probably really didn't end up doing anything and I just blew it out of proportion. Well, if anything I knew I could just ask him.

'That would be nice.'

'Ok, omw'
Ugh, he was so irresistibly nice. Maybe this was the time to start making my move?

**Evan's P.O.V**

                I stood in front of the mirror and threw on a gray t-shirt. I passed my hand through my hair a couple times until it looked satisfactory. Stuffing my phone and wallet into my pocket, I walked down the stairs and out the door, telling my mom I was off to Chelsea's house. I walked down the street with the warm air passing on my skin, making me feel energized. I decided not to take the car today, but instead walk to Chelsea's house. My mind was still running about Emelia. She was perfect. She was smart, patient, kind and pretty. But, I feel like I'm leading Chelsea on, and I don't know how to... not. Maybe I needed to pop the question to Emelia, make us a thing. Nah. She doesn't see us that way, even though I really wished she did.

     I walked up the steps to Chelsea's front door, and knocked firmly. As the black door swung open, I was greeted by a casual looking, wet-haired Chelsea. She looked bored and lonely. In a tired voice she said,

"Hey, come in." I stepped into the house, feeling like I was in my second home. "You want something to drink?" She asked politely. I raised my eyebrows in shock.

"Since when do you offer me a drink?" She chuckled and punched me lightly in the arm.

"Lets watch a movie."

This was the first time in a while where it was just complete stress free time spent with Chelsea. She definitely seemed to have calmed down on the eagerness and we managed to watch the movie in peace. I figured she wanted to say something, so as the credits started to roll I turned off the TV.

"What?" I said chuckling. "I feel like there's something you wanted to get out so, I'm all ears." Chelsea fixed her gaze onto me, and didn't really talk for a while.