Party
I stood in the corner of the shop, waiting for my shift to be over. It had been a few weeks since I moved in and I had started my job at a coffee shop. Everything has gone pretty well so far, especially my job.
Everyday, I got up, went to work and came home. It was simple but I enjoyed it. I enjoyed knowing what was going to happen next even if it was the same thing every day.
And then there was the matter with Evan.
He was nice. Just being around him made me happy. Honestly, seeing him was the highlight of my day.
I saw him pretty much everyday in the hallway and we would have a simple conversation but it wasn’t anything more than us being friendly.
But I couldn't seem to get him out of my head. I don’t know why but when I went to sleep at night or whenever I had a moment to myself to just think and be alone, I would be thinking about him.
The way his hair would never sit flat on his head or the way his eyes would change colors depending on the lighting, sometimes green, sometimes grey but normally blue.
And his smile…
His smile was perfect. The way the light would reflect off his teeth and make them shine was so beautiful.
Or how kissable his lips looked.
Fuck, no, Barty, not that!
Not only I couldn’t get Evan out of my head, but I couldn't get the thought of kissing him out of my head. I wasn’t sure why, but that was all I could seem to think about.
Which didn’t make sense because I wasn't gay.
I couldn’t be gay…i just couldn’t
I shook my head, trying to get those thoughts out of my head. This wasn’t the time or place to think about this. Besides, it didn’t matter. I wasn’t gay.
I glanced up at the clock, noticing that my shift was over. I smiled, taking my apron off. I went and grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder. I slipped out the door, enjoying the nice breeze.
I didn’t hate my work, I just found it kind of boring. But it made good enough money so I couldn't really complain. Good enough meaning it made enough for me to pay for necessities like rent, food and water.
I started walking back to my apartment, nearly tripping over my own feet and then running straight into a lamp post. I sighed, realizing how distracted I was.
Now that I started thinking about Evan, I couldn't seem to stop.
I don’t know why my brain was doing this. I shouldn't be thinking about him like this. We were just friends, well who knows if we were even that. We were neighbors. That’s it.
I slipped out of the elevator, into the hallway that my room was on.
And there I saw him.
He was walking slowly towards the elevator that I was walking out of.
“Barty!” he smiled when he saw me, as if he had been waiting for me.
I couldn’t help but smile back at him, his eyes, which were currently a greenish blue color, looked like crystals in the lighting.
“Hey,” I laughed, running my fingers through my hair nervously, “How’s it going?”
My heart was going crazy at the sound of his voice and I was struggling to breathe whenever I looked at him, especially at his eyes.
I tried to glance anywhere but his eyes but mine just ended up gravitating towards his lips which was ten times worse.
“One of my college friends who also lives on this floor decided to hold a party and they wanted me to ask you to come,” He said, gesturing with his hands as he spoke, “so, do you wanna come? I’m going to be there but it’ll probably be nice to meet some of your other neighbors, you know?”
I wasn’t quite sure what to think. I had gone to parties before, much to my dads dismay (which was the main reason I went honestly) but I normally knew the people there. But here I wouldn't. Sure, Evan would be there but I didn't know much about him and he was the only person I ever talked to.
But there was also the chance that this could help me learn more about Evan. I didn’t know how close he was to the rest of our neighbors but apparently he knew them from college.
But he seemed like he wanted to introduce me to them. And maybe then I would end up with more people in my life and I would stop thinking about Evan so often.
“Yeah sure,” I shrugged, “when is it?”
“He hasn’t told me yet but if you give me your number, i can text you okay?”
“Yeah, okay, sure,” I nodded, hoping I didn't seem too awkward with how quickly I answered him. I ran my fingers through my hair and gave him my number, trying to ignore how hot my face was.
“Alright, thanks, I'll be in touch okay?” He smiled, looking back up at me.
“Sounds great,” I nodded, avoiding his eyes.
“Great, I'll see you around?”
“See you around Evan,”
“Bye, Barty,” He laughed slightly as he spoke then turned, heading into the elevator which I had just come from.
I watched as he left, digging my nails into my palms, trying to ignore how my body refused to function like a normal being. I was struggling to breathe and my heart was going crazy.
I shook my head and turned around, walking towards my apartment, trying to figure out what the hell to do.