Malvie Stories

You're My Everything

~Mal POV~
I can't do this. I can't be this Lady of the Court everyone is expecting to me. Ben is no help either, he's always saying how I must learn how to do these things on my own if I wish to be a good queen for him. I'm too stressed out for any of this. No one has even began to ask me if I'm okay, not Jay, not Carlos, not Lonnie, not even Evie has, and that one breaks my heart the most. Out of everyone, she's my favorite, she's my rock, she's my world. She's my everything. If she can't see something is wrong, than I must be truly messed up to the point I can't be fixed. I just need a break away from it all. I need to go back to the Isle.

I take a piece of paper out of my sketchbook, but a particular drawing catches my eye. It is of a certain blue-haired princess admiring herself in the mirror.

(Flashback)
I was drawing a random sketch of my mother. I was beginning to get the horns just right when I heard the clatter of something in the bathroom and a frustrated groan.
"E, you okay in there?" I asked with concern evident in my voice.
There was no answer, so I began to walk up the door and I knocked, but once again there was no answer. I leaned against the door and I could hear muffled sobs so I quickly swung the door open and I was met with the saddest sight I've ever seen. Evie was sitting in the floor, leaned up against the wall, with her knees pulled up to her chest with her head resting on her knees; crying hard, but keeping it quiet. I know how Evie is with people touching her when she's upset so I didn't do that.
"E. Hey. Look at me." I tried coaxing her into trying to focus on something other than whatever she is crying about. It worked as Evie lifted her swollen, bloodshot eyes up at me. Her mascara was running down her face and she had the biggest pout on her face.
"Talk to me honey, what's wrong?" I was trying to persuade her into talking. She apparently didn't want to talk because she threw herself into my arms and began crying even harder. I gently picked her up and carried her to my bed since it was closer. This isn't the first time this happened, and it more than likely won't be the last. Evie began to calm down as I stroked her hair. She leaned back from my neck where she had been crying. Did I mention she was literally straddling me?
"Are you ready to talk?" I pushed her to talk to me just a little, knowing that if I pushed too hard, she wouldn't speak about it. She hesitantly nodded her head and chewed on her bottom lip.
"Doug.. called me a stuck up wannabe princess who will never find anyone that will ever be able to stand me. That my hair makes me look like a literal blueberry and that without makeup I would be the ugliest in all of Auradon." She mumbled so quietly that if I didn't have my dragon hearing I wouldn't have been able to pick it up.
"Don't listen to him E. You will always be the fairest in all the land." I had to stay calm for her or otherwise she'd get sent into a panic attack. I gently stood up and took her hand and guided her towards the mirror. I wiped what little makeup that was left on her face off and told her to stay put. I walked back to my bed and reached into my bedside table's drawer and took out my sketchbook. I began naming off everything about her that was beautiful and began drawing it as I described it to her.
"You're hair is luscious. The blue makes it pop, and with a personality like yours, that's exactly what you need. It makes you, well you. It reminds me of the sky, so peaceful and beautiful. Without your blue hair, you wouldn't be the Evie that everyone loves. Doug doesn't have a clue what he's talking about." I began rambling as I sketched Evie admiring herself in the mirror. With each description of a different piece of her, she began glowing with happiness. Her smile was becoming more genuine and it reached her eyes. She's just so beautiful.
(End of flashback)

I smiled as I recalled of when I drew it. I helped her through a rough time, just like she's helped me through so many of mine. She truly is my everything. I quickly shut my sketchbook and began to write on the piece of paper I had gotten out.

Dear Evie,
You probably won't see this until it's too late but you should at least know that I'm safe. I'm going back to the Isle. I can't handle all this "Mal do this" and "Mal do that" anymore. I will forever be an Isle girl, so I must go back. Please don't come for me, I need to get away. I would have told you in person, but you could have easily talked me out of it. You've always been the best of me E, I'll see you again eventually.
Love, Mal.

I folded the note and set it right beside her sewing machine, knowing that would be the first place she would go after coming to our room from a long day of classes. I grabbed a box that was labeled "Old Isle Clothes" and grabbed my leather jacket and threw it on. I stormed out of my room and headed out the doors.

~Evie POV~
Chemistry class was absolutely horrible today. Mal didn't show up so I was stuck with Doug the whole time. He's just so annoying with his constant trying to tell me what to do. I wish he would just realize that we are completely over and never will get back together. Speaking of Mal, I haven't heard from her all day. I began walking faster to our room out of worry. As soon as I opened the door, I noticed she wasn't there, but I saw the note on my sewing table. My eyes began to tear up as I read it and I rushed out of my room. She can't be too far away from the school. I quickly hopped into my car and began driving towards the Isle. I shuttered at the thought of it. I definitely didn't want to go back, but for Mal, I would do anything. As I drew closer to the bridge, I saw Mal looking towards the Isle. I quickly put my car in park and jumped out of it running to Mal.
"Mal! Wait!" I yelled causing the purple-haired girl to jump a little.
"I told you not to come for me. I need you to let me go Evie." She said with her head hanging like she just kicked a puppy.
"Look at me." I said firmly while placing my fingers under her chin to make her eyesight meet mine.
"You are perfect. Don't try to be someone you're not, do not try to be this Lady of the Court people want you to become. Be who you want to be. You are Mal, the daughter of Maleficent. You can do anything you put your mind to. If you truly wish to go back to the Isle, fine. But I'm going back with you." I said. I never want to go back there, but for Mal, like I said, I'd do anything. If that meant going back to Hell itself, so be it.
Mal stares at me. "You always know exactly what to say." She said with a little faltering i her voice. "That's why you're my everything." She mumbled quietly, but not quite enough for me not to hear.
"What was that?" I asked. I know what I think she said, but I want to be one hundred percent sure.
"You're my everything E. You always have been. Since I first laid eyes on you on the Isle, I knew there was something more than just a longing of friendship with you. I always wanted you to myself but you seemed uninterested so I ignored my want. When we came to Auradon, I thought we might find ourselves because love was actually seen here, it wasn't neglected like it was on the Isle. But then I screwed it all up trying to do what my mother wanted, and I got with Ben and you seemed happy with Doug so I thought everything would work out. But i can't ignore it anymore, Evie Grimhilde, you are everything to me. You always have been." I can't tell you when I began crying, but honestly who wouldn't cry after such a sweet confession. I quickly pulled her into a hug and stood there for a few minutes. I then slowly leaned my head back far enough to be able to look into Mal's vibrant green eyes. Those green eyes ice come to love.
I glanced down towards her lips. "Can I kiss you?" I asked gently, scared to push forward but excited to see what the future holds. Mal nodded at me so I leaned in. Our lips touched and I swear the world stopped spinning. Or maybe it was just because I finally realized my world had been standing in front of me for years now. I pulled away after a few minutes I'm search of air.
"I love you Evie Grimhilde." Mal said.
"I love you Mal Bertha." I said back. "Come home with me?" I asked giving her my best pout that she is never able to say no to.
"Evie, you are my home. Wherever you are, that's where I need to be." She said as she wrapped me up into a hug and stood on her tip toes to press a quick kiss to my cheek. "You are my everything E, I don't need anything in this world except for you." She said with a quick peck to my lips.

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