"I guess we'll just have to be screwed up together."
Evelyn Woods is a 17 year old girl on the verge of being forced to go to rehab. When she meets a boy named Gustav, what happens when she realizes there's someone worse off than her?
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"Hotel rooms and skyscrapers I got a new pair of shoes to impress her She fell in love with the devil, the worst Love now, cry later, it hurts Hotel rooms and skyscrapers I got a new pair of shoes to impress her She fell in love with the devil, the worst Love now, cry later, it hurts" ______________
PEEP
"i'm leaving, i'm gonna go stop by the gallery and see how evie's doing since it's her first day and all." i told bex. he just nodded slowly. it was the lean probably getting to him and i just decided to say nothing else and leave.
bex wasn't really one to indulge in any substances besides weed so to see him sipping syrup was a little different from the usual. i'm not gonna trip though, that type of shit is normal around here, especially in our group of friends.
some would consider it condoning or enabling bad behavior but how can i talk down on him for something i do? maybe ill talk to him later, but until then i'm more concerned about evelyn. i haven't bugged her much since it's her first day on the job but i'd just like to see her.
usually i wouldn't go out of my way for girls, (besides buying layla a thousand dollar pair of shoes. don't @ me) but seeing her doing what she loves excites me, that's all. i followed her on instagram at the beginning of our. . . situationship, and like her parents, art is a huge part of her life.
when i got to the gallery, i seen evelyn's car parked outside. i smiled to myself and parked next to her, trying to avoid crashing into her vehicle completely due to my shitty parking skills.
i put the car in park and took the keys out of the ignition, rolled my window down and sparked a cigarette. for some reason i didn't smoke it while driving, and i figured i might as well just wait for her to get out since it's the end of the day.
maybe she'll find it creepy that i'm sitting here waiting for her to get out of work.
maybe i just am creepy. who knows.
(a/n: the love i give her is kinda creepy but fuck it, she orders and i deliver)
time ticked on and finally my cigarette was finished. when i checked the time it was 6:03 and she still hadn't come out yet, but it didn't matter because it's not like it's been an hour or something.
until it was.
when the clock showed 7:02 PM in bright neon green numbers, i began to panic. it's been an hour since she was let out, and she's still in there? a bad feeling began to whirl in my stomach like a tornado of hornets instead of butterflies.
