I started writing, then didn't feel like it, kept going because I'm stupid, and I made this. It is short and there will be one more part because I didn't feel like writing anymore. The next part will be the final one and will have the drunk Evan so wait for that to come out.
Hope you enjoy 🐈
(Sorry it's really short)
~What could go wrong?~
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Well. I'm at Jared's door and he isn't answering. He invited me over right? He said I could. Unless I'm stupid and missed something. Should I turn back? Or would knocking again like a sane person be better? I'm going to knock- oh. Well the door is opened now.
"Evan, hey, come in." Jared says from beside the door as he opens it more to give me more room- even if I'm the skinniest person alive. I just smile and close the door behind me and look at the welcoming room. Tell me I'm not the only person that calls the living room the "welcoming room", I mean it's always like the very first room you enter from the front door. I have the weirdest thoughts with myself.
"Ev, stop staring at the wall and come into the kitchen. I want to know why you feel the need for alcohol, remember?" I snap out of it and look at Jared, he just smirks like always and walks off. Just speaking of alcohol makes me feel uneasy. Maybe I shouldn't have any. Damn I'm always changing my mind, I'm like the most confusing person ever.
I take a deep breath and follow Jared into the kitchen. His kitchen was like made for drinks: it has a little counter thing connected to the wall, room for bar stools underneath, an outlet to make your wildest creations, cupboards up top to hold your glasses- it has everything. He's actually using it for a mini bar, there's all kinds of beer and wine bottles on the counter. I hope he doesn't drink that much...
"Ev, you keep spacing out. Is that why you want a drink?" I casually avert my focus from the drinks to Jared, he looks worried. I really don't know why though, I'm known for spacing out. I do it in almost every class and I can barely make it through a song without letting the lyrics paint a picture.
"Uh- no, no. I just- uhm..." Why can't I tell him? I could talk perfectly on the phone, now in person I'm back to my awkward self. Great. I shouldn't have asked or came here or even talked to Jared. This was a mistake. I should leave, I really need to leave.
"This was a mis... a mistake. Sorry to bother you, I'm... I'm going to go." Perfect little stutter, that'll show him I'm fine. I start to play with my hands as I somehow change my focus back to the drinks. There's just so many, all lined up. There's no order or anything- they're just standing there. I mean he could have organized them by weight, height, color, percentage of alcohol, how much he uses it, his favorite to least favorite- and he chose not to?! Why do I even care?! I need to leave.
"Ev, hey, hey listen to me." Then I start to feel hands on my skin and I jump. I stare at Jared and then my arms, I concentrate on the past 5 seconds and come to think of it, if it wasn't so sudden I probably would have enjoyed that a lot more. (Not like that you perverts). I like being held, the way they're always so comforting and it's never too tight. It's always someone you trust so you never think anything bad is going to happen. But since when was it with Jared..?
Well... that's not the... first... time that he's held me. It was always a friendly hug before, it was enjoyable but it was never at the comfort level if it was like with your mom or something. I wouldn't mind it but I'd much rather not participate in that sort of thing. But now, when I remember the feeling of his hands on my skin. Now usually I freak out like I just did, but it startled me because I wasn't expecting it. Would it be weird if... if I wanted to uh do that again?
"On second thought, can I have a drink?" I smile at him and he looks confused but eventually lets it go. He gets an ice cube tray from the freezer and a shaker thing that every bartender has in every movie ever. He sets them down on the counter and just smiles.
"What would you like?"
