Night
I threw myself down on my bed, finally gaining the ability to breathe again.
I had no clue what I was going to do. I needed to find some solution to this if I was going to go to that party as I had to be able to breathe to like, you know, live.
I sighed, rolling onto my back. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to think about anything other than Evan but it was no use.
His crystal like eyes were ingrained into my brain. I couldn’t stop thinking of how his hair would feel if I could run my fingers through it or of his skin brushing mine.
Or his lips.
The more I tried not to think about kissing him, the quicker it became the only thing I could think about.
I picked up my pillow and screamed into it a little, hoping that would somehow fix something.
Before I could continue with this activity, my phone chimed, notifying me that someone had texted me.
Now, I don't normally get texts from people. Honestly, my phone was almost completely useless for communication purposes because I didn't talk to anyone.
I didn’t have any friends outside of Evan and my family was a long story.
So when I heard that noise, I couldn’t help but think that it was going to be Evan.
I rolled onto my side, picking my phone off my nightstand.
I checked the message, finding that it was from a new number.
Heyy its Evan it read.
I smiled, quickly changing his contact name.
I went to start typing something back when I realized how out of practice I was with talking to people. I was bad enough when I was face to face with someone but in text it was even harder. Then I couldn't tell what a person's true meaning behind their words were. There was no tone or facial expression or body language.
Hey :) I typed, quickly hitting send. Honestly, I wasn't going to come up with anything better and just sitting here questioning it wasn’t going to help me in any way.
Evan: I found out when that party is
Barty: Do I get to know or no?
Evan: hmmmm
Barty: If you don’t tell me, i can’t go you know
I don’t know why, but the more I talked to him, the more comfortable and confident I was.
Evan: i suppose that’s true
Evan: its at 6 tomorrow in 351
Barty: i have no clue where that is
Evan: you’ll find it
Barty: And who says you aren’t just making this up?
Evan: You don’t trust me?
Barty: I don't know, do i?
Evan: fine, i’ll help you find it don’t worry
I smiled, not quite sure why. I wasn’t sure why, I just felt happy talking to him.
Barty: thanks
Evan: your welcome
Evan: I've got to go but i’ll talk to you tomorrow?
Barty: yeah, talk to you later
Evan: bye :)
I placed my phone back onto my nightstand, turning onto my stomach and burying my face in a pillow.
My cheeks were bright red and I couldn't keep myself from smiling. My heart was beating like crazy and it was all I could hear.
I don’t know why I was like this. I had barely talked to him and I was already a wreck, what was I going to do tomorrow?
I sighed, sitting up.
How was I going to survive tomorrow?