*Note: I do not own any of the characters of the Greek franchise. Just playing. This little story is based on the preview for 3.13 hosted on the ABCFamily website right now; I'm planning on spinning my own story from here on, but here's the first bit.
Nothing Like You and I
There's nothing like you and I
We spent some time
together crying
Spent some time just trying
to let each other go
"Oh, oh - wait, can we split it?"
Rebecca smiled in that way she had, softly seductive: "My pick, my treat."
Evan ducked his head, accepting the offer. It felt odd, but he'd been in her position after all, though it seemed an eon ago. Money really wasn't a big deal to those who had it; no point making a scene. "Alright, fine. But I'm treating next time."
"If there's a next time," she teased. "We'll see how the rest of tonight goes."
"Although," he continued, "We may have to go for something a little more... low budget."
"No problem. We can go for a coffee, or a movie, or... something simple."
Evan laughed. "That's funny. Because, you know, we met, had sex, then dinner, now coffee. It's like we're moving backwards." Rebecca gave a soft laugh of her own. He continued, gazing at her polished, pert features. "Who knows... maybe after coffee, it could be... love at first sight."
"Love at first sight? You really believe in that?" Rebecca asked, squinting an eye teasingly.
Evan paused. Against his will, his mind flashed to a vision of a blonde girl, with huge eyes and a dimpled chin, smiling to herself with the wild lights of the party flickering over her face as she stood back and watched. He remembered the swoop in his stomach, the lightness in his head. "... You don't?"
"I learned in my human sexuality class it's purely chemical. The high you get from perceiving someone as romantically appealing is simply your brain responding to an endorphin boost based on visual stimuli and pheromones."
The high... Evan remembered tripping over his tongue, though he couldn't remember for the life of him what it was he said. Pheromones.... she'd smelled wonderful as she smiled up at him, and his heart pulsed heat. Giddy. He'd felt downright giddy. And overwhelmingly anxious, like he had once chance, one, to not screw this up. He imagined he said something about the music, or the chaos around them. He knows he offered to get her something to drink, which he'd cursed himself over for months afterwards. Because when he'd gotten back, Casey wasn't smiling up at him anymore. That thought brought him back to the moment – she was still smiling up at Cappie right now, again. Moving on, Evan, he told himself. "That's very clinical. And cynical. It's clinically cynical."
Rebecca replied flirtatiously, but earnestly, unaware of his mental time-travel. "It's a biological response! That's also probably why we jumped into bed when we first met."
But he was suddenly unwilling to go back to the flirty-sexy routine. "So ... love doesn't exist?"
"No. I believe in dating and relationships but... love is a myth."
Evan stared into the middle distance for a second before coming back. He offered her a quick smile. "'Myths which are believed in tend to become true.'"
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There's nothing like you and I
So why do I even try?
There's nothing like you and I
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