Greenhouse Garden [Evan Peters fanfic]

Intertwined

My sound machine played through the entire night, which kept me asleep. I awakened slowly. I didn't have anything to do that day. i planned on laying in my bed and bitching about being single. "Than just date Evan." You may be thinking. No. I've promised myself I wouldn't date a hookup, and Laura was right. I did just get out of a relationship. 

I opened my turntable and played Do I Wanna Know, by Arctic Monkeys. The second the chorus hit I thought of Evan. It made my heart skip a beat. When I first started dating Timothee, this was the song that made me think of him. I closed my eyes and almost felt like crying. I sang along in my head and pictured Evan kissing my neck with lust. Right before the song ended I heard a knock on the door. I figured it was Laura or Sunniva. I grunted and peeked through the peep hole. Timothee was standing there with his hands in his pockets. I crouched down and held my breath. Oh no, what do I do. 

"Gene, could you open up?" He sounded like he was crying. I peeked back through the hole and watched him wipe a tear. I unlock my door and let him in. "What's wrong?" I asked with a concerned tone. He may be my ex, but I wanted to know why he was crying. He inhaled deeply and sat on my couch. "My parents kicked me out." He sobbed. My eyes widened to hear that. I sat next to him and patted his back.

"Why?" I asked. He grabbed a tissue and wiped his nose. He shook his head refusing to tell me. I held his hand letting him know he can tell me. I saw him in that vulnerable state, I felt bad. "Gene...I'm not straight." He said, struggling to look me in the eye. I wanted to react dramatically but I knew that wasn't what he wanted. I patted his back once more and nodded. I supported him I just was shocked. We sat there for five minutes just to sit there. 

"What do I do? They told me I can't live there anymore." He slowed down his breathing and rested on my shoulder. I told him that he could stay with me until he can afford a college dorm. I made him lunch and he unpacked some things in my closet. We caught up on a few things. I had been running from his presence ever since the breakup, now I was tired of that. I wanted to be friends with him and get on the same level. The day grew old and I let Timothee spend some time alone. I replayed Do I Wanna Know and thought of Evan again. For some reason, I was missing his presence. I wanted him with me, and I wanted to get to know him more. I opened my dresser drawer and pulled out a mixtape of Do I Wanna know. I labeled it Making Me Think Of You, and wrapped it in tissue paper. I snuck out of my apartment with Timothee napping on the couch. 

I caught a taxi and headed to Evan's neighborhood. His big mansion in the same spot it was before. I left the mixtape at his door and range it. I sprinted back to the cab and told him to drive. I laughed and tried to picture his face after seeing the mixtape. I arrived to my apartment once again and played with my ex on the couch. That sounds weird never mind. We both dozed off on the couch and had to wake up early for our classes. I dreamed of Evan. He was hugging me and my body felt so warm and safe in my sleep. It was nice.

To Be Continued...