Love to dust

Chapter 4 EVALYN'S POV

Bonjour :)

Hope u giuz are having a good summer or whatever.

K im gonna write now since i feel awkward talking to a computer screen,..

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I lay half asleep on the couch. Jesus that boy is annoying. Who touches other people's hair?! Like what??

I try to relax my mind, and watch Barney and his playboy antics. This is the episode were he has sex with Marshall's law proffesor so that Marshall can have better grades. The teacher is a cougar, and Barney goes into this whole schpeel about how he's going cougar hunting.

I press a hand to my mouth to supress the giggle that bubbles up.

Niall glances sideways at me- or my butt.

I glare at him until he turns back to the screen, laughing at Barney.

It probably wasn't my best decision to wear my extra short boxers, or my skimpy tank top, but hey! This is my house, and I didn't know that he would be here at 9:00! Eager?

I don't get his angle. I mean, yesterday, he was totally sweet, and today he's openly looking at my butt. Really?

I roll onto my stomach, and wrap my arms around my pillow and sigh through my nose.

I refuse to like Niall, or give him the satisfaction of hearing me talk. No way, and I mean NO WAY will he ever hear ME talk.

I start to get bored as Just For Laughs Gags comes on. It's lame and really? Not that funny.

I flicked the remote and the TV switched off.

"Hey! I was watching that!" Niall protests.

Really? You wanna watch that?

I put an L shaped hand up to my forehead and roll my eyes

at him.

He laughs a bit and gets up and stretches. I get a peak of his stomach as his shirt rides up. His stomach is white, and a little bit muscular. I can't help but notice the V where his shorts start. I look away quickly and pull at a lose thread on my boxers.

I hold up a finger. 'one moment please', it means

I go upstairs and grab a pair of board shorts that are light pink and cream striped. I then pull on a baggy light blue tanktop with a gold eagle on the front. I quickly brush through my red waves and I brush my teeth.

Back downstairs Niall is looking through a book on the coffee table. I don't know which book, but his eyes widen with each page he turns. As I get closer I recognize it.

MY SKETCHBOOK.

I rush forward and yank it out of his long fingered hands. I hug it against my chest protectively and shoot him the dirtiest look I can muster.

Niall puts his hands up in an 'I surrender' way and sits back down.

My sketchbook is like my dream diary. Or my real diary. Or whatever. The point is, I re-create an image that I have seen, that has made a great impact on me in some way. If Niall read far enough, as I feared he had, he would have nightmares, and that I belonged in the phsychiatric ward.

Niall studies my face closely looking for any hint of what he had just seen.

Dang it he saw.

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NIALL'S POV

After she goes upstairs I sit down on the couch and look around. The place was pretty bare, save the floor to ceiling row of bookshelves on one wall.

I look at the coffee table in front of me, and go to grab the remote which is sitting on top of a thick, worn, leather bound book.

Now, in movies these kind of books were full of secrets and power, so natturally, my dramatic side got the better of me, and I opened.

On the first page was a drawing of a baby. A small thing, fast asleep in a bunch of blankets. It was really good too, there was a bunch of detail.

I continue to flip the pages, each drawing better than the other. A laughing elderly man, a dog sleeping, a little boy grinning with a messy face, a young mans grin, an eye with tears pouring out, a girl singing, the young man again, his eyes closed a smile on his face, the little boy hugging a girl, a woman smiling happily, a car, a hand with blood pouring out, closed eyes, a face shrouded in shadow, the outline of a monster, the face of the little boy, eyes wide blank and staring a gash at his temple-

The book was pulled away from me by Evalyn, who is clutching the book to her chest. She closes her eyes tight and her knuckles whiten. I look at her as she opens her eyes, searching her face to see what I can do to understand. She shoots me a look full of venom, and plops on the couch beside me.

"I think you should go," I hear a voice say quietly.

Wait- we're the only people here. So that means...

Evalyn spoke?