Evalina-

My name is Evalina Alyce Jones and I go by Ever. I'm 5'4" with pale skin and dark brown hair. I like to read. My boyfriend's name is Jason and I love him. I'm still a virgin and will be until I get married to Mr. Right. I'm a bit crazy, but I like that about myself. Right now, that's about all I know of myself.

They started a month ago; these feelings, I mean. Now I'm so distraught. I like boys. I know I do. But lately, things have been different. Of course, I still love my boyfriend. Like I said before: I like boys. The whole 'girl' thing is new to me. None of my friends are. Not even any of my acquaintances are. Well, that's a lie. Emma is bi, but... Anyway, I have no idea how to react. I've never thought like this before and I don't know what to do.

I think I like my boyfriend's sister.

Talking about this is awkward and I doubt my friends would like to hear about this, so I can't tell anyone. I'm alone here. Well, I could tell Emma (my boyfriend's sister), but I'm not sure I'm even ready to tell anyone yet. I want to be sure of it before I tell anyone else, so this is between you and me, diary.

Emma-

Jason's girlfriend came over again today. She's so nice. And pretty too! But she looked a little distanced. I wonder what's wrong. Oh, well my girlfriend's calling. I better go.

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"Hello?" Emma says into the cell phone. A melodic voice answers with a cheerful, "Hey Hun! I wanted to tell you first! I got the lead role in A Sound of Music!"

Oh, that's great. I'll have to go se it. Bye," Emma says, eager to get back to writing in her diary.

"Wait a second, Emma. What's been with you lately? You aren't ever happy for me anymore. You seem so uninterested in— in us! It's like you've been off in your own little world. What's going on?"

"I don't know, Grace. I've just been a little— out of it."

"Well I don't like it. Maybe we should end it." Grace's voice is harsh and punishing. But, as soon as those words leave her lips, Emma can hear her quivering through the phone.

"You're breaking up with me?" Emma's voice reveals only some concern, but not much. After a few silent moments, a soft voice says,

"Yeah, I guess I am." Then the phone went dead.

Ever stares at her phone. "Not again! That boy!" she groans. Jason has once again requested a picture of Ever's nude body. He has a habit of suggesting things like that. He's a stupid pervert.

Ever: No. Heck no! And don't ask me again! You will regret it if you do.

What she is planning as punishment is sort of juvenile, but she knows how scared Jason is of his mother. If she found out what he is saying, Jason would never see daylight again.

Jason: Why not babe? You have such a beautiful body! It's a shame to hide it behind those drab clothes.

He always tries to use psychological methods to get to her, but little does he know, she knows just as much, if not more about psychology. The method he is currently using is called "give and take" Give a compliment, and then take it away. 'Beautiful body' of course, is the compliment. Then he adds the 'drab clothes' to make me feel insecure, so I would want to do what he asks to emphasize what he complimented to make the negative go away.

But I'm not that naïve.

Ever: No. Ask me again and you're dead.

Jason: C'mon. Please?

Ever: That's it. I warned you.

Ever returns to the original message and hits 'forward'.

Ever: Wait for it…

Jason: You sent it to my mom?!

At that Evalina turns off her phone, and goes to sleep.

Tears soak Emma's pillow as she weeps over Grace. She picks up her phone to call Anabella, her best friend of three years. Two rings and it goes to voicemail. She tried twice more. One ring, two, "Hi, this is Annybee…" She gives up and falls asleep.

Has Emma been crying? Ever wonders the next morning Ever walks over to her and sits on the grass next to the puffy-eyed Emma.

"Hey, Emma. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's nothing" Her voice cracks, revealing the lie.

"Are you sure it's nothing? I'm here to listen. You can talk to me."

Silent tears like rain begin to trickle down her cheeks. It's incredible how someone can look so beautiful even while crying.

"Grace dumped me. After seven months, she dumped me." Emma gets out between sharp breaths. Ever puts her arm around Emma and Emma starts sobbing into Ever's shoulder.

"It's okay. You're alright. You're still loved. She doesn't deserve you. Its okay, it's okay…" Ever mumbles as they sit there rocking, crying, sobbing. Ever puts her hand under Emma's chin and lifts it until their eyes meet. Then Ever proceeds to wipe Emma's tears with her thumb, then held her some more. Another ten minutes and the bell rings for class, so they must part.

"Thank you, Ever, thank you so much. For caring. It helps. Hah, it definitely helps." She gives her one more tight squeeze and they left for their lockers.

The day is going slowly for both girls. Ever is supposed to go over to Jason's today for a science project. Ever can't wait. Not to work on science, not to see Jason, but to see Emma. She can't get what happened this morning out of her head. Her feelings for Emma grow stronger by the second.

On the other side of the school, Emma is feeling the same ecstasy for this afternoon. During their embrace earlier this morning, Emma felt something. She doesn't like the fact that she might like someone ONE DAY after she broke up with her girlfriend, but she can't fight it. When they were hugging, Emma was thinking, fantasizing, rather. She couldn't stop picturing herself with Ever. She imagined them hugging, taking late night walks, even kissing a bit. Then it hit her that she was thinking these things about her brother's girlfriend. She tried snapping out of it, but throughout the day, her mind would always wander back to her sweet forbidden fruit, Ever.

Emma mainly wants to talk to Ever. She was the only one who would listen to Emma lately. Not even Anabella is answering her calls because she knows what's coming.

"Mom, we're home. So is Ever." Jason shouted as he stepped through the threshold of his front door. Mrs. Brighton walks in wit her new breasts in a low cut tank like the cougar she is and pulls the three of us into her arms in a suffocating grip.

"My twins! And my little boy's girlfriend!" The alcohol on her breath and the off-balance way she was standing shows that she has been drinking a little too much. She hadn't always been this way. Before Mr. Brighton died three years ago, she was a perfectly normal mom. She wore mom clothes; she made mom food; she even had a pair of mom jeans. But George died and she started drinking. When she started drinking she started acting weird. When she started acting weird she turned into who she is today: a low-cut, low-rise, super short shorts wearing cougar. She's slept with five of Emma's older brother, Logan's friends. Needless to say, he doesn't talk to any of them anymore, especially his mom. He left for college and never came back. And despite her slut factor, she still expects her children to behave when it comes to intimacy. She often acted the hypocrite. "No boys/girls alone with you in your room." She had a different stranger in her bedroom with the doors locked almost every weekend. "No alcohol." She was tipsy ninety-seven percent of the time. "You can't just skip school" Most Mondays she woke up 'with a terrible migraine' Wonder why… And when she was mad, she was scary. When she was mad AND drunk? Nightmares. So Emma and Jason chose to follow the rules.

Mrs. Anna Brighton manages to say, ".." before passing out on the couch.

"She's not going to work tomorrow is she?" Jason jokes. They all giggle and run upstairs.

About thirty minutes later, the science project is complete. Ever still had three hours until she had to go home since it was only five on a Friday. She wanders into Emma's room where she found her listening to her iPod, crying her eyes out.

"Emma?" Ever almost whispers before tapping her shoulder. "Emma, do you want to tell me about it?"

They sit and talk for the remaining three hours, each word providing a tiny insight into the other's heart. With every passing minute the two girls grow closer and closer. Each beat of their hearts is more in-sync. They even begin to breathe to the same beat. They were meant to be.