Greenhouse Garden [Evan Peters fanfic]

Night After

I woke up. I had forgotten to close my blinds the night before so I was awoken by the sun. I stretched and headed to my small kitchen. My ivy plants were glowing from the light. I made my toast and sat down to take a bite. All of a sudden, I remembered last night. I remembered the hookup. I started to curse under my breathe. My stomach had butterflies just thinking about him. Why? I promised myself I wouldn't fall for another guy at a party. I shook him out of my mind.

 I had two classes that morning that I was probably nearly late for. I changed into some casual clothes and rushed out the door. My apartment lobby was full of rushing people, heading to their jobs. I raised my hand to stop a driving taxi. The driver ignored me and drove along. I didn't see any other cabs, so I jogged to the station. It was full this morning. I pushed into the crowd of people just so I could catch that train. I held onto the pole and stood in silence. The train came to a stop and most people stepped off. I made sure I had everything and walked out of the automatic doors. I had rushed to class so many times, that i have a routine. First, I pass the coffee shop with red doors. Then, I run though an ally way. Next, I sprint down the side walk down four blocks. Lastly, I take a two seconds break to catch my breath and walk into the homey building.

 I grabbed a cup of coffee from the coffee stand. The front desk lady greeted me and scanned my student ID. I snuck into my class through the side entrance. Laura was in the spot she normally sat at. I sat next to her and sighed. She turned to me. "You look rough." I nodded. I listened to the professor talk and talk, all I could think about was Evan. Stop it. Stop it. He's no good for you. He seemed sweet, but he probably has dead bodies in his basement. 

The class passed as quick as a snail. I closed my notebook when Mr. Vici dismissed. Laura and I walked to her dorm and we waited for our next class. "So did you go to the party last night?" She asked crossing her arms. I groaned and flipped onto my back. "Yes." I bluntly said. She laughed loudly. Because I told her I was done going to parties. "You better have not slept with someone." She added. I didn't know what to say. If I said yes she would shame me. If I said no...I would be lying to her. 

"Kinda." I said. If you say kinda it's a sly way of saying yes. To show that you're ashamed of your decision. So I said kinda. She rolled her head back and scoffed. I knew she would react like that. "Gene, I love you. I really do. But you just got out of a relationship, don't you think you should't be having one night stands?" She said. I mean-she wasn't wrong. But it's almost a good way to distract myself from the breakup. I nodded and looked down at my hands. It was gloomy outside suddenly. Thunder rumbled and rain was slightly drizzling. Our next class was in a few minutes so we headed to room 156. 

We were in sewing class. Mrs. Lance handed out fabric and gave us all a certain thing to sew. I focused hard on the stitching so I could get my purse done by the end of class. The clock ticked in my ear. I thought of the party constantly while I looped the thread. I tried to think of lunch or Laura to replace it, but nothing worked. I knotted the thread one last time and put the needle down. Class was almost over. It was quiet except for the rain on the window. 

"Everyone was put their pieces down, and you can finish them on Wednesday." Mrs.Lance said to us all. I  said goodbye to Laura and headed out of the class. My favorite thing to do is to go to art museums while it storming. Don't ask why. Something about it. I walked in the rain to my favorite museum and to my favorite room. The room with nothing. Yes, nothing. Just a small white room with cool lights. It's labeled the art of nothingness. Makes sense. I stood in there alone until someone else entered the room. The person just stood there as well. He didn't make a sound. 

I turned slightly to see who it was. It was the guy. The guy I hooked up with the night before. My heart froze and I turned back around. I wish I could've never turned around. I cringed to myself. "Nothingness is beautiful. Isn't it." Evan said from behind me. I thought quickly. What do I say? Quick, what do I say? 

"Sometimes it isn't though. Sometimes it's lonely." I said hoping that was good enough. He knew who I was, that's why he said that. I held my own hands together. That's what i do when I'm stressed. He stepped closer to me. 

"You know what's even more beautiful?" He started. "You." I smirked. Kind of cringing, but it was also cute. He stepped in front of me, blocking the white wall. I tried my best to not look at him in the eye. If I do, I'll remember him on top of me. I gave in. I looked at him. "I don't regret last night...do you?" He asked quietly. I looked up and thought of what to say. I shook my head and  looked back at him. I didn't truly regret last night. The lights switched to blue and it made me feel something different. 

Evan's hand glided up my arm and up to my neck. I gently placed my hand on his cheek and waited for what would happen next. He leaned into my lips. They fit into place. I wanted to keep myself from falling into his love hole. But I couldn't resist. He was different than other guys I've dated. He brought me closer to him and kissed me harsher. His lips were guiding the way. "Evan." I pulled back. "I like you, okay. But this can't happen again." I walked out of the nothingness room and headed back home. The rest of the day was a slump. I just wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. I stared at my carpet the rest of the day thinking of Evan's lips on mine. Regret and content mixed into one.  I watched the sun go down and listened to another storm rumble in. 

To Be Continued...