Greenhouse Garden [Evan Peters fanfic]

When We Meet Again

It was Sunday once again. Exactly a week since I met Evan. Not a huge deal, I know. Timothee was still living with me. He promised he would pay half of monthly rent. I had nothing to do this Sunday. Normally, I volunteered at my local cafe of went partying with a friend. Today I planned on doing nothing. Timothee went to his job so I was all alone. I stared out my window and all of a sudden remembered my hookup with Evan. Exactly a week ago. I thought of his heavy breathing and soft moaning. I walked into my bedroom and opened my night stand's drawer. I pulled out a vibrator and made sure my door was closed. 

I pulled down my thongs and laid down on my back. I spread my legs and turned on the pleasure toy. I rarely used it. I rarely masturbated too. So this was special. I placed the vibration on my clit and rubbed it around. I moaned softly and stiffened my legs. It felt so good. It was nice to pleasure my own body for once. I thought of Evan to turn me on more. I pretended he was rubbing his fingers on my labia and kissing my body. I wailed and arched my back with thrill. In my mind, Evan was pulling my hair and thrusting his hips. I flipped over abruptly and placed the toy on my spot again. My toes curled. I screamed pretty loudly...maybe too loud. "Oh god, Evan." I cried. Right before I climaxed and reached my highest point, Timothee busted in my room. 

"Oh my god. Sorry." He shouted when he noticed what I was doing. My face got red in embarrassment. I covered myself up with blankets and apologized to him. It's not like he hasn't seen me naked or anything. In fact, I've masurbated multiple times while in the same room as him. It's just since we're roommates now I don't want him seeing me naked at all. He grabbed his wallet and headed back out the door without a word. I sighed and cringed at what just happened. I put the toy away because I was too uncomfortable to continue. I wished I was with Evan. I wish I could talk to him about the mixtape. 

I continued my normal daily things. I made lunch, checked my mailbox, and brewed tea. I sipped my chai and watched people pass from outside my window. My kitchen phone began to ring and I rushed to pick it up. Laura's phone was calling. I thought of what she could be calling about on a Sunday. 

"Hello?" I asked when I picked up the phone. I was slightly concerned about why she called my. "So, there's a party tonight and I wanted to go...but I don't want to go alone." Laura started. I laughed at her statement. She told me not to go to parties, and then invites me to one. 

"Are you asking me to be your plus one?" I joked around. She scoffed through the phone and begged, "Please?" I told her to meet me at my apartment exactly at eight o'clock. She thanked me and hung up. I got ready while Timothee was still at work. I combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and changed into a silk maxi dress. I took a minute to stare at myself. I looked at my body for approval from my brain. I rarely looked at my body. I've always been self conscious. My waist is thin, but no hips. My arms are boney and my cheekbones stick out. I've tried diets, workouts, and binging. But that all makes me feel stressed. I shut my eyes and pretended my body was nearly perfect, it honestly made me feel better. 

Laura rang my doorbell and we walked to the corner of people waiting for a ride. A yellow car pulled up and we squeezed through the crowd. We always laughed when we were able to get in a car before anyone else. Laura told the driver to drive to Hammlock Woods, a neighborhood that sounded very familiar. I tried to think of where that name was from. "Laura, who's the host of this party?" I asked. She thought for a second and responded, "Evan...Evan Peters." 

My stomach fluttered and I felt a weird combination of happiness and sadness. I don't know why. I should be happy to see him again, but I was worried what he would sat to me. I left the mixtape at his door the other day with no context. I ran out of the nothingness room, telling him I can't see him again. What's wrong with me?

We drove to the less-crowded part of New York City. I watched the other billion-dollar houses pass. And waited to see the golden gates to Hammlock Woods. The driver stopped right before the fence. I pressed the red button on the keypad to Evan's house. There was a buzz and someone let us in. We jogged to the victorian house. People were outside and a few were in his backyard. We rang the doorbell and a different girl from before opened the door. 

"Laura Paighns...you can come in." The girl searched though her three paged list of names. She looked and looked while I waited for her to grant me in. "Sorry, Gene isn't on this list." I tilted my head. 

"No, she's my plus one. She can come in." Laura said, already stepping inside the house. "I can't let you in if you aren't on the list." The checker said. I was pissed. I looked at Laura and waited for her to pull me inside. She just mouthed sorry and joined the packed party inside. I was appalled that she didn't risk it all for me. The door lady shrugged and closed the door on me. 

"This is bullshit. Pure bullshit." I mumbled. I was about to leave and cry in my apartment, but I needed to see Evan. I needed to tell him how I felt, and how depressed I've been without him. I shoved opened the door and pushed the rude girl aside. "I didn't let you in! Get out now!" She yelled out at me. I ignored and ran up the stairs. The horde of people in the house stared at me acting as if I was making a scene. I looked through all the rooms, starting with his.

I checked his closet and bathroom. Even that extra room attached to his. Nobody. I stomped through six other rooms until I nearly gave up. I remembered where I first saw his face. In the greenhouse. I rushed out his backdoor and into the plant house. All of the plants were still perfectly alive. I was close to crying. I needed him now. I grazed his ivy plant with my fingertips. I heard the door open and I paused in my footsteps. "Don't mind me. I was just going to water my plants." A familiar voice said. I grinned and slowly turned around. Evan was standing there with his hands in his pockets. 

Without saying anything I ran into his arms. I wrapped hands around his face and kissed his smooth lips. He hugged my waist and kissed me back. We swirled our tongues. I felt so happy. To be there with him. In that greenhouse. Yet, this does mean I broke the one promise with myself. And I moved on quickly. I still truly care about him and we had rough sex that night, but you guys will all have to find out the rest later...