Affliction

I Miss You

Jannabelle's P.O.V

It's been about two days since Evan and I talked. Evan called/ texted me a few times. Three or four times. I don't have the heart to talk to him, something in me just pushed him away.

I don't know what I'm feeling right now. I miss Evan and really want to talk to him, but, I feel too overwhelmed. I feel lonely. I know Evan wasn't texting Jessica, but, I felt very upset.

I had Amelia, my aunt... But, I just felt like Evan was my only hope.

Evan's P.O.V

I miss Jan and really want to talk to her. I've called her three or four times. It's been two days since we talked.
I get why she's upset, but, Jessica and I have nothing going on and I thought she understood that.

Does Jan not trust me?

I have my parents, the whole football team...but, I felt like Jan was my only hope.

Jannabelle's P.O.V

I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. I couldn't pull myself out of my own thoughts to feed myself. I was hungry, but, missing Evan filled me up pretty well.

"What did this boy do to you?" My aunt rubbed my back as I sat up in my bed. She sat on the edge and looked at me.

"Nothing..." I inhaled deeply. "I miss him, but, I can't bring myself to talk to him." I told my aunt. I am always able to tell her everything. I was surprised at first, how chill she was towards Evan and I's relationship. She trusted Evan as much as I did.

"Come on. I have dinner on the table. Let's talk this through and figure everything out." I nodded and stood up to my feet.

I miss you, Evan.

Evan's P.O.V

I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon. The thought of Jan not wanting anything to do with me, was eating me alive. I loved her, and not talking to her was killing me.

"What did this girl do to you, Evan?"
My mother asked looking down at me. "Where's my tough, muscle football player?"

"Not here..." She took the guitar from my hands. I've been strumming and humming in my room all day. Thinking about Jan satisfied me enough. "I miss her. I don't what I did wrong." I slumped in my chair and inhaled deeply.

"I've got dinner on the table." She played with my hair, fixing it. "We can talk this through."

She set the guitar aside as I nodded and stood to my feet.

I miss you too, Jan.