Love to dust

Chapter 3 EVALYN'S POV

Helllllooooo!! I have 2 fans!!! Yaaaay :D

Hai Micalea u better be reading this since im writimg rite now cos ur beimg annoyimg and bothering me about it ;)

So this is Evalyn's POV thought i would put a dramatic twist on the story

****************************************************

I sit in the car. The car? Why the car? Have I not suffered enough? Charlie sits beside me, humming as he always did, a small smile on his face. Mom and Dad are in the front seat. I clench my fists and try not to scream. I struggle to pull myself out of it. I need out. I have to get out. It's like something dark, and evil is sitting on my chest, weighing me down, making it harder to breath, to speak.

The car swerves-

I sit up, gasping for air, my chest slightly less compressed. I put a hand to my forehead, it trembles as I wipe the sweat away. I swing my legs out of bed, and pad over to the en suite. I strip off my clothes and step into the shower, turning the nob to cold. The water drums on my back, and neck, releasing the tension, and washing away the sweat. It felt as though I was washing away my dream, the evil that never seemed to leave.

Finally, when I have stopped shaking, and I feel like I can maybe go back to sleep, I shut off the water, towel dry my hair, and pull my tank top and boxers back on. I rub my eyes and I go back into my room.

Tomorrow the Irish boy - Niall I think his name was?- is coming to visit me. I may not talk, but I'm not stupid. Mallory seemed to find that she needed to tell me this. Honestly, I was sitting not two feet away! I'm not deaf! I managed to catch a glimpse of him from behind as he walked back to his house. He had messy blondish hair, and a thin torso. His arms were somewhat muscular, and he wasn't particularily tall. I had only seen his back, so I don't know what his face looks like yet.

I sigh. He seems nice. I did like the way his voice sounded. His accent was intriguing, but his voice was soft, caring almost. Not low and intimidating, and it even had a bit of a higher pitch.

But I'm not looking forward to him trying to make me talk. I'll talk when I want to dang it, I make my own decisions. Not Mallory, and certainly NOT Niall, Mr. High-pitched Fairy Leprachaun.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. I make up my mind that I WILL NOT I repeat, WILL NOT allow myself to like Niall. If I do, well, I'll say too much. And I cannot talk.

Never again.

*********************************************

NIALL'S POV

I wake up to the warm yellow tinge in my room. I slowly sit up, blinking and I let out a yawn. I scratch the back of my head and stumble up to go to the bathroom attached to my bedroom. I quickly take a shower and then splash on some of my favourite aftershave: Armani Mania. Then I use my hair wax to make my hair its normal messy/neatish do.

I pull on a pair of black gym shorts and a plain white muscle shirt. Well, it's hot ok?

I pull on some socks and stomp downstairs. Greg is sitting at the kitchen bar thing deeply involved with his cereal. His face is basically in the bowl. See, this is what happens when you're single for too long: you start to become emotionally attracted to your cereal. Sad.

"Loud enough?" Greg moans pressing a hand to his forehead.

I shrug. "Sorry didn't mean to interrupt your love making session with your Lucky Charms. Please, carry on," I say peering into the fridge.

He throws a marshmellow thingy at me and I being wonderfully skilled and talented, catch it with my mouth. Ha.

"You don't always have to show off you know," Greg mutters.

I raise and eyebrow biting into an apple. "What did God give us talents for then?"

Greg sneers at me "Haha you're hilarious," he grumbles into his cereal.

"Well, don't start hitting on the leprachaun while I'm gone ok?" I say referring to the Lucky Charms mascot.

"Oh my goodness, SHUT UP about my cereal! And where would you be going anyway? We're in the middle of a feild and you can't drive," Greg says looking at me suspiciously.

I head to the door. "I uh, found out that someone lives next door around my age," I call back evasively. I try not to tell him that it's a girl, or else he will never shut up about it. And Greg is good at mever shutting up about one particular subject, especially if it's to annoy me.

"Oh cool, don't come back soon," he says.

"Ok, I understand, you want time alone with your cereal. Ok, make good choices!" I call back grinning.

"OH MY GOD YOU LITTLE-"

I would love to tell you what he said, but that would be innapropriate.

I shut the door cutting off Greg's tirade, giggling to myself as I hop down the stairs.

I'm never shutting up about it.

I cut across the lawms to the plantation house next door. I see Mallory out in the yard waiting of me. I head over to her.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask smiling at her.

"Hello, and nothing is 'up' I suppose. Ok, listen, she's in the drawing room-"

"The what, sorry?" I interrupt.

Mallory sighs impatiently. "The living room. She did not have the best night last night sobshe is not going to be her normal self. Since she cannot or will not speak, she will use hand gestures innapropriately constantly. I hate it when she's in a mood," Mallory huffs.

I try not to grin. This girl sounds like a right peice of work. Which is extremely sexy, but I decide not to tell Mallory that.

"I think I can handle her just fine thanks," I say making my way up to the door, eager to see Evalyn.

I go inside and find the living room near the back of the mansion/house thingy. I hear the sound of the TV on, and I go in. There is a love seat, an armchair, and a huge couch. On that huge ass couch, Evalyn is all spread out, in a pair of boxers and a tank.

"Hey," I say coming in and sitting down on the loveseat and look at the TV.

"Uh, watcha watchin'?" I ask. I don't recognize this show. Must be American.

Evalyn grabs the remote and presses a button. At the top of the screen it says: How I Met Your Mother.

I nod. "Interesting," I say.

"What's it about?" I ask. Evalyn doesn't even glance at me when she gives me the finger.

I laugh. "Haha classy" I say.

She looks at me and raises her eyebrows. Woah, that's really attractive.

I shake my head slightly and watch the show.

I noticed her hair had spilt over the arm of the couch. I reached over and started playing with a strand. It's a weakness I have. I love hair. Greg always makes fun of me for it, but I can't help it!

Evalyn jerks her head away and flips me off again.

So, she's playing hard to get? Alright, I can play along too.