Most things in this story belong to Shannon Messenger. But the oc's are mine!
I'm back! And with another chapter for the threeshot! Yay! *throws confetti* Although I regret to admit, I don't have part three written yet and probally won't for while. Sorry :(. I feel as though I write better when I'm practically bursting inspiration and just NEED to write, so, until then, there won't be a part three- at least for awhile. Still, I hope you enjoy! :D
"HAHAHAHA!"Chara laughed inside Evanne's mind, clutching at her stomach. The brunette could have sworn there were tears in the ghost's eyes.
Evanne's blushing face groaned from atop her pillow. "It's not funny."
Chara halted her laughter. "No. It's not," she started solemnly. Then, a grin spread across her features. "It's hilarious!" Eva shot her look that clearly said the comment was unneeded. "I-I can't believe y-you punched h-him in t-the face, after h-he confessed to y-you! HAHAHA!"
The young girl whimpered for like the millionth time, her face erupting into a flush even hotter than before- if that was even possible. Definitely not one of her finer moments.
But she hadn't known how to react otherwise. Here Karma was-his red hair billowing in the wind and stunning sky blue eyes shining like the star's in the evening glow- as he poured his heart out her. What was a girl to do?
Evanne wouldn't even think of how soft his lip felt on her's through the cracks of his hands. How warm there were- like the steam from hot cocoa wafting on your face. Nope! She wouldn't go there! The brunette wanted to punch her idiotic organ for that humming bird beating of her heart every time she thought of him. Of weaving her fingers through his soft, tomato red…
No! Stop thinking about it, just stop! Evanne willed herself. She shouldn't be thinking of the ginger like this! He was her best friend, after all. But here she was, thinking about…. About… she blew a fuse at the notion. Her emotions were an unbottled storm, and she had no clue on how to handle them.
Eva?" the calming, melodic voice of Evanne's mother suddenly said from beyond the door to her room, eliciting a groan from the other side. Natalie Williams took it as a sign to come in, dark curls bouncing as the older woman entered her daughter's bedroom.
Evanne had always been jealous of her mother's good looks: Coils of hair dark as night, large, expressive aquamarine eyes with mint green flecks, a button nose with a smattering of freckles across the bridge, and glossy pink lips. Her beauty was almost unreal- ethereal, and perfect in every way. She didn't appear a day over twenty.
Eva, meanwhile, appeared dorky in her pigtails and braces; she was all knobby knees and gangly limbs. In fact, the only traits she'd inherited from Natalie were her irises and small, button nose.
With long caramel curls, a dark brown, almost black right iris with amber flecks, and a rounded face, she looked more like her father- David Williams. For as long as she could remember, Eva had drilled it into her brain that if she looked more like her mother, then maybe-just maybe-those kids would stop picking on her all the time for her heterochromatic eyes.
But none of that mattered right now. No, all that mattered were the glittering, sky blue eyes that claimed her every thought and caused her face to erupt into a hot blush.
"I brought you some hot coco," her mother said, handing her a porcelain cup. Tentatively, Evanne took it from her. Tainted pink lips brushed against the glass, as the brunette took a long, soothing sip.
"So…." Natalie began, surveying the room. "It's a boy, right?"
Evanne spit the hot cocoa out like it was poison.
"I'm guessing... I'm... right?" Natalie asked-though it was more of a statement- as keen blue eyes observed her offspring pound her chest in an attempt to clear her airway.
"So I am right," her mother said, a bemused smirk edged onto her features. Evanne wanted to slap that smirk off her face.
"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Eva exclaimed, as she tried to hide her flushed countenance in her pillow. This only seemed to make her mom's grin widen.
"Now, now," the blacknette tutted playfully. "Is that any way to talk to your mom?"
"It is if she makes me want to sock her in the nose!" Evanne cried, tossing a pillow at her mother. Chuckling, Natalie caught the black and purple fabric, and threw it aside.
"Okay, okay. Enough of that. WHO IS IT! Come on, you can tell me. Go on and tell mama," Natalie asked excitedly, leaning so far forward towards her Evanne had to scoot back.
The girl turned away, flustered. She didn't desire to tell her mom her best friend-the person who she trusted the most, the boy who had always been by her side- had said he loved her. It was embarrassing.
"Go on. Tell her," Chara giggled, her hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter- though she ultimately failed. " Tell her (pfffft) how your best friend(pfft) confessed to you, and you punched him in the face!"
Unable to control herself any longer, Chara burst into a fit of laughter, her legs flailing beneath her long, dark blue skirt.
Evanne groaned, burying her face so deep into her pillow her features were indented in it. Natalie, meanwhile, pouted beside her.
"Alright if you won't tell me, I'll have to guess," the older woman tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Is it Kevin?" she asked, referring to the boy her daughter sat next to in class, with amber orbs and strawberry blonde locks.
"No," Evanne muttered.
"Is it Conner?" her mother questioned.
"NO!" Eva exclaimed. Conner was too doltish to confess to her.
Natalie's mouth then contorted into a impish smirk that Evanne knew from experience was NEVER a good thing.
"Is it…. Levi?" she asked perkily. The juevenile brunette's reddened face morphed into one of disgust.
"OH GOD NO! WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU MOM!" Eva cried. "He's seven years older than me! EWWW! Ugh! I need to scrub my brain with disinfectant now. GROSS!"
Natalie simply giggled at her offspring's cute reaction.
"If not any of them, then it has to be…" Her mother's cheshire grin seemed to widen until the corners were nearly touching her ears. "It has to be… KARMA!"
At the sound of his name, Evanne's countenance detonated; her ears were practically spouting steam. An image then flashed in her mind, as clear and vivid as a true memory. Of Karma leaning in, soft lips brushing against her own as her heterochromatic eyes fluttered closed. The girl could almost feel his hot, minty breath, as he leaned in close to capture…
"NO NO NO!" Evanne cried, slamming her head against a wall.
Her mother's face lit up like a child's on christmas morning, as she screamed with stars in her eyes: "IT IS KARMA! It's about time! Hon, come in here!" Evanne was sure the neighbors would complain later with how loud her mom was at that very moment. But that didn't matter right now. What mattered was preserving what little dignity she had left- however small it was.
"No! Don't call…." Her cries fell on deaf ears however. For moments later, a disheveled head of carmel curls peeked through the doorway.
"Yeah, babe. What's up?" Michael Williams asked.
"Guess who finally disclosed his love for Evanne!?" Natalie exclaimed, jumping up and down on the balls of her feet like a child. By the way her father's orbs lit up like the sun, one might think they'd won a trip to hawaii or something.
"REALLY! It's about time! He better treat my little girl well," He replied, discarding his 'Kiss the dad' apron on the floor. Evanne covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.
"Dad… Please leave…" she said in an almost pleading voice. Of course, no one listened.
Her mom smirked. "Yeah. And a month before July fourth. I win the bet! You owe me five dollars…. M.i.k.y," she said, mouthing every syllable of his nickname. Dad's blush was almost comparable to Evanne's in its heat.
"YOU MADE BET'S!" Eva cried out incredulously.
"Fine," dad answered his wife, his face on fire as he handed her a wad of green paper. "But I was literally two month's off N.a.t,"
"WILL YOU TWO JUST QUIT IT!" Evanne screamed, pounding on her mother's back- much to her amusement. The brunette's flaming blush was creeping down her neck and onto her back with all their chattering of her relationship troubles. Soon, she'd be a full blown tomato.
"Alright, alright," Natalie relented, shooing her father away with a 'The stew's burning Miky." that had him bolting out into the kitchen. She then began to rub soothing circles on Eva's upper back. "I'm sorry sweetie, but I'm your mom. It's my job to tease you. My family wasn't there to do that when I fell in love with your father."
Evanne looked at her mom from behind the pillow she was currently hugging like a koala bear. "Are you finally gonna talk about Great Grandpa Loki?" she asked hesitantly.
In response, the blacknette peered everywhere but at Evanne, and her already pale face paled to the color of snow- like it always did when the brunette mentioned her mysterious Great Grandpa who raised her mother.
"Ugh… um…. Well…." Natalie stuttered for the first time today, pulling at the collar of her mint green sweater uncomfortably, and looking over her shoulder to where Eva knew her father was cooking dinner pleadingly.
Evanne sighed. "Whatever. I'll let you off the hook for now, but you'll have to tell me eventually. You can't keep secrets from your own family."
Not that she will ever listen, Evanne thought bitterly to herself.
The older female sighed in relief, before her earlier excitement rushed back like a tidal wave. "So, go on. Tell me what happened."
Eva sighed. If she knew anything about her mother-which, she most definitely did- she was not getting out of this room without telling her every single detail. Talk about irritating.
"Well, we were walking together home from school," Evanne began.
The blacknette beside her nodded encouragingly. "Go on," she said.
"W-well um uh," Eva stuttered(because how the heck was she supposed to NOT talk about the fact that Karma and her were conversing about the brunette getting bullied for her eyes, without her mother finding out?). "Well-um… we were just talking-she finally settled on- before I found the alleyway leading to the old abandoned park down the road. You know, the one Karma and I used to play in?"
Jet black curls bobbed as Natalie nodded her head in understanding. "Yes, I remember. That was the first place you met him. Go on."
"I told him I was glad I met him. He, um, uh, then k-k-k... k-worded me. And in response, I, well, uh, I kinda…." A blush fanned across Evanne's cheeks, this time from the embarrassment of the action that had occurred next. "Punched him in the face."
Chara's booming laughter resonated, as her mom blinked in astonishment. Then, she got to her feet. "Well, this relationship is doomed."
"MOM!" the brunette exclaimed, grabbing for the older womens sweater to halt her. Natalie chuckled.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," she replied, seating herself once again beside her offspring. "Your father acted the same way. It took me seven years to get him to realize he loved me. He was just as idiotic."
"HEY!" the voice of Evanne's father called from the kitchen, offended his wife called him idiotic. Evanne snorted at her dad's response.
"But let's not get into that," her mom said, leaning forward towards her daughter. "First, let's start with how you FEEL."
To this, the juvenile brunette blinked.
"Feel?" Evanne asked. What could Natalie possibly mean by that? The confession had terrified her, even more so than her bullies. She could still feel the hammering of her heart in her chest, the ice rippling through her veins.
"Maybe that's not the right way to put it," her mother speculated. "I know you're scared Eva- who wouldn't be when their best friend suddenly confesses his love to you out of nowhere. I can't imagine how confused you are right now. But, I ask you this, how do you REALLY feel about this situation? Behind all that confusion, past the hammering of your heart?
Evanne toppled sideways onto her pillow, burying her head into the cool, freshly scented fabric.
"I-I don't know," she admitted sadly. "I mean, I guess... I'm flattered? I don't know. It's really strange- how he can like a girl like me when there are so many prettier ones like Alison? Despite the fact I wanna punch her in the face everytime I see her."
"Eva," Natalie whispered, her face darkening with sympathy.
With straight-as a preacher strawberry blonde hair, big, luminescent emerald green eyes that made all the guys swoon, and a pale, heart shaped face caked with makeup, Allison's looks paralleled Karma's, whose appearance had been compared to a painting or airbrushed photo. Eva, by comparison, was the very definition of plain. It baffled her how Karma-the smartest, kindest, most handsome boy she knows- could l-l-love her of all people.
"Oh Eva," the older woman said again, taking her head and placing it in between he lap, stroking the dark brown curls soothingly. Evanne sighed in contentment. "You ARE perfect just the way you are. You get that low self esteem from your father- one of his more... problematic qualities. We're gonna have to do something about that soon. But, for now, let's take a different approach to your problem. Instead of how you feel about the situation, how do you FEEL about Karma?"
Evanne flinched at his name, an instant blush dusting her cheeks. "Um, uh, well he's my b-best friend, of course."
Natalie Williams shook her head. "No, look deeper. Your titles for him are shackles. What does this boy mean to you? How do you feel about him in your deepest of deepest feelings?"
What he means to me? My deepest of deepest feelings? Evanne thought. She closed her eyes, searching through her feelings.
She looked past the titles, past the confusion, past the sheer fear of the unknown, to her truest of truest emotions. Every time Karma and her touched there was a fire lit under Eva's skin. But it wasn't an unpleasant burn, no- more like sitting beside the warmth of a hearth: toasty and comforting. Looking into Karma's large, beautiful sky blue eyes brought forth a feeling of tranquility, and caused the girl's heart to explode into fit of flutterings.
She wouldn't even think of when he complimented her, how her heart felt as if it had gone on some trip it would probably never return from. Nope, she wouldn't go there.
Evanne also thought of when she saw Karma and Alison together, the blonde clinging to him as she batted her eyelashes flirtily, the ginger, on the other hand, portraying blatant disgust at her actions. Despite her best friends obvious dislike of the girl, the young brunette's heart had contracted at the sight- as if someone was squeezing the life out of Evanne. Could that have been…. Jealousy? No! It couldn't be. That was impossible!
Then, finally, she recalled the moment of the heartstopping confession. She'd been startled, of course, but could there have been more to it? Behind the confusion, behind the flattery and horror, there had been an underlying sense of… happiness?
Evanne's blood ran cold at the thought. She repeated the realization in her mind a million times, but she couldn't seem to wrap her head around this shocking development.
Eva was in love with Karma.
"Oh no," she said in her mind. "NO NO NO NO NO NO! Crap, crap, a million times crap!"
"And…. there it is," Chara responded, uncaring.
"I'm in love with Karma," Evanne said, mouth over mind.
Chara rolled her heterochromatic eyes.
"Ding ding ding, we have a winner," the fourteen year old girl replied.
"I'm in love with Karma," Eva repeated.
Once again, this earned an eye roll from Eva's older companion.
"Great job einstein, you figured it out. Congratulations," Chara said sarcastically, clapping her hands mockingly.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god. I'M IN LOVE WITH KARMA!" the juvenile brunette exclaimed, her cheeks dusted in red. Her heart was practically a beating drum in her chest.
Chara facepalmed.
"Yeah, we get it. You're in love, everyone knew it. Geez. You're acting worse than Asriel when he found out he was in love," the girl with heterochromia muttered.
"NO NO NO NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" Evanne screamed in real life, as she shot up from her mother's lap and began to slam her head against the wall.
"Okay...there it is," Natalie Williams repeated Chara's earlier words, a small smile edged onto her features. Or more like a smirk.
"Ugh!" Evanne fell onto her bed with a resounding thump. "I'm in love with Karma. What am I gonna do?" she muttered, mostly to herself than her mom, as she lolled her head to the side to stare at the picture taped to her sky blue walls.
A few years ago, her family had all went on a beach trip together- which, somehow ended with Karma being smacked in the head by a beach ball. In the photo, Evanne was on her butt laughing as Karma glared daggers at the girl.
Evanne blushed at his sea-swept red hair that gave him a somewhat surfer look and his bare, golden chest, turning away lest she get lost in his sky blue orbs.
Natalie Williams raised an eyebrow."What do you mean what do you do? You date, of course!"
Eva's face detonated at the notion. Images of holding hands and feeding one another and kissing raced through her mind, and Evanne shook her head.
"D-date! Are you an idiot!" she tossed a pillow at mom once more. Her mom caught it, laughing.
"Okay, okay. I get it. Just stop throwing pillows at me. Look, sweetie, you don't have start dating right away if you're not alright with it. Just do what you're comfortable with," the blacknette advised.
What I'm comfortable with, huh? Eva thought, lifting her head from where she hidden her flushed face. Hmmm…..
Easier said than done.