Evelyn Reyes is the girl with chronic anxiety. Her stomach knots, insomnia, pounding headache, her disastrous thoughts and anxiety attacks had made her into a pathetic excuse of whom she was before. But is having anxiety the end of the world? Mason...
So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of the mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older
-Closer, The Chainsmokers, Halsey
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40| Evelyn
Evelyn had fallen asleep again in the car. She remembered having Raine on her left and James on her right. She remembered being in motion with the car moving. Now somehow it had stopped. Evelyn yawned and opened her eyes. All she could see was dark. She looked around and found herself in the shotgun, her seat belt buckled up.
Evelyn yawned loudly stretching her arms and unbuckled her seatbelt. She was supposed to be in the backseat. Then she remembered someone moving her while she had groaned and went back to sleep. It must be Mason. He was not in the car.
Evelyn opened the car door and stepped outside. She blinked a few times to adjust her eyes. She looked around and recognized the place. She was up in the hill where she and Mason used to go all the time. She spotted Mason sitting by with his hands on knees, his jacket lay on the grass.
As Evelyn stepped closer, she could see the view. From up there, the houses had vanished in the dark but the lights of the town were twinkling like stars.
"It's beautiful," Evelyn said sitting beside him.
"I thought you won't wake up. I was considering splashing water in your face," Mason commented looking at the view. He looked peaceful. All the city lights illuminated his face. Evelyn's breath turned unsteady looking at him.
"I thought you were taking me home," Evelyn said.
"Oh yes, your dad had threatened me if I don't return you home before 12, I will be five feet under the ground," Mason said smiling.
"What can I say," Evelyn shrugged.
"You are your dad's little Cinderella," Mason said.
"And what are you? That mice who were in the carriage or Cinderella's chaffeur?"
"Mean," Mason nudged her shoulder with his. Evelyn laughed.
Mason was looking at her face still with that smile. Evelyn swallowed. He started leaning towards her a little. Evelyn did the same.
