A.N./ Hey yo! This chapter is shorter and more of filler. Sorry, I've been sick and feeling poopy about Zigglee breaking up but hey, I tried. Next chapter should be up soon. Promise.
I had decided to keep my distance from Evan for the following weeks, still dropping by after school to hang out or see how he was doing. He never let me get closer than holding him while we watched movies on his couch. My days had grown boring without the small ball of energy constantly around, but I was surprisingly okay with him choosing not to be here. But I guess it's my own fault, if I hadn't been so stupid he'd still be here.
"Phil! Phil!" I heard Colt's voice waft up from the stairs and I called out, alerting him that I was in my room. "Are you going to the spring fling tomorrow night?" He asked, flopping down on my bed.
I had completely forgotten. "No." Evan probably wouldn't be going. "Are you going with Eve?"
"Yeah." His entire face split into a grin. "I really like her man, like really really really like her."
I had to smile too, at least he was happy. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Well, that doesn't leave me with much does it?" I punched him in his shoulder and we fell into comfortable laughter.
It felt good to do something other than work, go to school, and drown in my own misery. It felt normal. Something I haven't felt in a long time. We played video games and crappy 80s movies until he had to go. Even after he left, my mind was still swirling with thoughts I couldn't quite place. Those thoughts kept me up until the wee hours of the morning.
"Phillip. Phillip?" My mother timidly knocked on my door.
"Yeah, I'm up mom." I heard her push open the door causing me to look up from the Physics book open on my lap.
"What are you doing up so early on a Saturday morning?"
I shrugged, "I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd catch up on some school work." I smiled and nodded towards the scattered pile of notebooks and textbooks next to my bed.
"Did you get to bed last night sweetheart?" He took hold of my chin and titled my head.
My eyes were probably red rimmed and the bangs under my eyes probably had bags. But I felt good, I felt alive. I could feel, I could hear the blood coursing through my veins.
"No. I didn't but I'm fine ma. I'm good."
"Phillip you're shaking." I looked down, and sure as hell, she was right. The pencil I had clenched in my fist was vibrating. "Phil, go lie down." She retched the pencil form my hand and placed in on the floor next to the Physics book.
Nodding I trudged to my bed and collapsed face down on the sheets.
"Please try and rest sweetie." She slipped out of the room and let the door click closed behind her.
I stayed face down for hours, drifting in and out sleep but never fully committing. When I couldn't stand being in bed for any second longer, I slipped out and found myself downstairs.
My mother looked up from her cup of tea and smiled, "Good morning, sleeping beauty."
"Hahaha, you're so funny mom." I said, with no malice in my voice. "Hey, do you have an old boom box or anything lying around?"
She drew her eyebrows together and shook her head no. "What do you even need one for?"
"Nothing. I'll be back in a bit." I threw on a tank top and some flip-flops and set out.
It took three hours to actually find a place that sells working stereos and tapes. By the time I pulled into the driveway, twilight was already covering the horizon a thick blanket. I didn't pay too much attention to the way I parked, I grabbed the stereo and tape out the passenger seat and set everything in motion.
When the first few notes started to play from the speakers, I hoisted the sound system above my head and waited. It took him exactly one minute and twenty-five seconds for him to peak his head through his front door.
"What're you doing?" He asked leaning against the doorframe.
"I'm being John Cusack. What does it look like?" I placed the stereo at my feet. "I thought that since I'm not going to Spring Fling and you're not going maybe we should…" I let my sentence trail off.
Smirking he slowly descended the steps until he was in front of me.
"May I have this dance?" Evan smirked and slipped his hands around my neck.
We swayed together through most of the Breakfast Club soundtrack until Evan looked up at me through his lashed and placed a small kiss on my lips. He stepped back and looked at the cement beneath our feet.
"Do you wanna spend the night? Or something?" Evan asked blushing and wringing his hands together.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure." I hurriedly packed the boom box back into my car and locked it up. "If that's what it took for you to forgive me I would've done this forever ago."
Evan just snorted and drug me behind him into the house.
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