as much as i wish i did, i do not own these two
ch 9: things you said with too many miles between us
"You're my good luck charm."
Evie lodged her phone between her shoulder and ear as she maneuvered around the kitchen. "Am I?" She smirked, her voice lowering to a more sultry tone. "How lucky?"
"I wore that shirt you made me under my uniform, and ended up scoring the winning goal."
"Really? I wish I was there to see it," She sighed almost dreamily.
Then she pondered about trying out for cheerleading. Then maybe she'd get to watch Jay as he scored the winning goal, and she'd get to cheer for him and run into his arms and kiss him infront of everyone and—.
Chill Evie, she chided herself. You're not living a fairytale. His deep voice brought her back to reality, "Me too, princess."
A blush rose on Evie's cheeks as she took out a large bowl from a cabinet. "Everything okay?" she frowned hearing shuffling on the line.
"Ah— yeah. Coach is just shouting for some mandatory meeting before our flight back. I've gotta go."
She couldn't help the pout that settled on her lips. "What time are you getting back?" She pulled out a large bag of flour and set it near the bowl.
"Actually, I don't— hold on," he said. ('Hey what time are we getting there?' 'Ahhh— Sometime around 3 in the morning.') " — Ben says around 3am. I know how much you prize your beauty sleep, so I won't ask for you to wait up," he chuckled.
"You know me so well," Evie smirked, as she scanned the fridge for some eggs.
"Damn straight." He spoke bluntly, cockiness dancing in his tone. "Later, princess."
Evie rolled her eyes, unable to wipe off the stupid smile on her face. "Bye, Jay." She murmured before pulling the phone from her ear and ending the call.
With all the ingredients set before her, Evie scanned the cookbook that was graciously placed near the stove.
"Let's get this cake on the road, shall we?"
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