Destined

Two

Evelyn

Two days of doing nothing but thinking over whether or not I should tell Daniel I know what he's been saying. It's probably a clear decision, I should confront him and I know that, but I don't want to cause problems and rip this whole thing apart. Even my perfect parents have figured out something's bugging me however, I refuse to tell them at the moment and, they know I'll tell them when I really feel the need.
I've been too busy throwing myself into my schoolwork and trying to enjoy my home activities so I didn't have to face him and tell him what I really think about the whole ordeal. In between classes when I'd see him, I'd tell him I'm in such a rush that I've got no time to talk but it wasn't as easy during lunch. I didn't expect to see my boyfriend sitting on the living room couch, his hands folded and hair falling forward. Why is he here? We didn't have plans today and neither of us attempted to make any last minute. Come to think of it, its probably exactly because of my fun tactics of avoidance. I stand in the doorway watching his movements but, there weren't any, he just stared at his hands like a statue.
"Hey." I chose a simple greeting instead of getting straight to the point. He turns his head in my direction so quickly I was afraid he'd give himself whiplash. He stands and moves to hug me.
"Lia told me she talked to you. He said while distancing himself from the short embrace. I let out a shaky breath, not sure if I wanted to meet his gaze. Listen, Evelyn I-"
"Why did you do it?" My voice is so quiet I'm surprised he heard me.
"You know how my friends are, they only want the details and don't care about if we're doing well." He goes to grab my hands but I cross my arms before he could reach them.
"So you chose to tell them lies about our relationship in which could've gone throughout the entire school and had people believing we've done those Why do they need to know what happens in our time together? Lies or not. It's really none of their business."
"I know that but-"
"I don't think you do." I cut him off.
"Evelyn, if you could please just see past this and give me another chance to show that's not who I am. Please forgive me, I won't tell them anything about us again."
"Do you promise?"
"I promise."
"Then I forgive you." He hugged me so tight I couldn't breathe.
It was nice to know he was going to make sure our relationship stayed between us. His promise means a lot to me and I'm sure he knows that. But why do I feel like maybe this is a promise he's going to break? His voice says sincere but his eyes tell a different story. I wish I could be more secure with my thoughts on him and I wish I could be certain we were going to last, I wish I knew how I truly feel about him.
That's probably why he and I have only kissed a handful of times yet we've been dating for so long; because I'm not sure how I feel for him is as strong as Id like it to be. I would love to be able to say I love him but I'm not even sure if I like him as a boyfriend. Don't get me wrong he is a great partner but he's probably better for someone else than he is for me. Only time will tell whether we truly are made for each other but like everyone else in the world, I wish I knew the answer now.
Daniel and I sat across from each other at the dinner table, my parents doing the same for themselves. Everyone's plates were filled and the conversation was rich. I stayed out of most table talk while my parents asked Daniel how he's doing in school and how his dad is doing. His answers pleased my mother so much that by the end of the night she was absolutely radiating from happiness. She thinks he's the best boyfriend I've ever had but I can't say my dad feels the same. Sure, he thinks Daniel is a good kid and has wonderful manners but I'm not entirely positive he feels Daniel is the right one for me. I'm starting to agree.
I'm so glad you stayed with us during dinner, it was so lovely to have you. My mother tells him to which his response was a short grin and a thank you. It's almost odd how well the two get along but if she's happy with him here I won't tell her he has to leave.
Son, I think your dad might want you getting home soon, its already after dark. My dad saves me without realizing it and in my mind, I'm thanking him over and over again until I'm out of breath.
You're probably right. We all walk him to the door and bid him a good evening. Once he's out of the house, I exhale and head up to my room to do some cleaning. I don't really feel in the mood to have people asking me questions or telling me they're glad he and I are doing so well.
Around ten o'clock, I tiptoe downstairs but stop outside the living room when I hear my parents whispering to each other. Things with them have been weird in the past few days. The whole mood in the house has shifted and I'm not sure why. I know that eavesdropping is considered to be a rude thing to do but I'm hoping this way I might learn something about what's going on.
It's intriguing me, my daddy never usually speaks hush, hush the way he is doing now while he chooses his words so carefully. I've never known either of my parents to keep secrets but I can tell this one has got to be a big one.
"You can feel it can't you? The change in the wind? Jolene, I think its time."
"Andrew, you're talking crazy. Its almost been seventeen years, he's not just going to show up now."
"You know him, that's what he does. Why are you acting like it's not possible? The atmosphere always shifts right before he comes back around."
"Listen to me, when he disappeared, he told us not to count on seeing him again so that's what I've done. He's not coming back."
"He's our friend."
"That doesn't mean anything. Id love to see him but-" She starts off but is shortly interrupted by her husband.
"Exactly." My mother sighed at him, "Jo, just in case, we should probably prepare ourselves."
"What about our daughter? Evelyn has no idea what's happening."
"Let's just keep this to ourselves until we're sure." My daddy says, shocking me absolutely.
"So wait until he possibly shows up on our front steps? Honey, I can't plan my life around a possibility." This would be my cue to retreat back on up to my room as quickly and quietly as I can.
Laying in bed, my thoughts are racing. What could be such a big deal that they don't want me to know? Whom could this guy be and what kind of a person could he be that sends my parents into this state? What could be this bad? We tell each other everything, I can't believe they'd want to keep this from me. Surprised, to say the least. I need to know and sooner than later would be nice, fantastic really.