Keys
I ran my fingers over the bandage on my arm, flopping down on my couch.
Before I could do anything I heard my phone ding. I dug it out of my pocket, seeing that Evan had sent me a text.
Evan: bartyyy
Barty: yes?
Evan: i may or may not have locked myself out and a locksmith can’t get here for like another two days
Barty: Do you not have any extra keys?
Evan: reggie had one but of course he managed to have also left it in my apartment
Barty: you’re an idiot
Evan: i know
Barty: So are you coming back over?
Evan: I can?
Barty: sure
Barty: but now we’re even
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A quick knock came at the door and I tried not to jump off my couch.
I didn’t want to seem too desperate. Evan was probably going to be staying here until he found a way into his apartment so I couldn't make it too obvious how much I wanted him to be there.
I walked towards the door and opened it to find that Evan was in fact standing there.
“Look, it's my favourite idiot!” I smiled.
“I didn’t realize I was your favourite,” Evan laughed, stepping inside.
“I try not to spend my time with idiots,”
“Well you spend plenty of time with me,” he pointed out.
“You’re my exception,” I shrugged, flopping down onto my couch. I pulled my eyes away from his, trying not to show how eager I was to have him here.
“Oh wow, I feel so special,” he said, rolling his eyes and sitting down next to me.
“You better,” I laughed, poking him in the side.
“Ow!” he exclaimed, pulling away and then poked me back.
“Hey!”
I kicked him in the shin then flopped onto the floor, rolling away from him.
He followed me onto the floor, pinning me to the ground.
I kicked him, pushing him off of me. I climbed on top of him, pinning his arms and knees to the floor.
I panted, staring down at his blue and grey eyes. They were beautiful and it felt like they could see through my soul, reading all of my thoughts.
I didn’t even know about my own thoughts or feelings for him right now. I did know that I couldn't keep my eyes or mind off of him, no matter where I was. Why that was, I had no clue.
“Hello,” Evan whispered.
I realized how weird this was, me on top of him, pinning him to the ground. I also realized how kissable his lips looked from this position.
I forced a laugh, trying not to think about kissing him. I didn’t want to kiss him. Right?
I rolled off of him, accidentally hitting my arm on the ground. I bit my lip as I did that, trying to stop the groan of pain that escaped my mouth.
“Merlin Barty, be careful with your arm!” Evan exclaimed, “you don’t want to make it any worse to you?”
“I didn’t do that on purpose!” I rolled my eyes, trying my best to kick him from my position on the floor.
“Whatever you say,” he laughed slightly, sitting up, “You okay?”
“No,” I groaned. I rolled over to where he was sitting, laying my head in his lap.
“What is this?” Evan asked, still laughing. He rolled up my sleeve, adjusting my bandage.
“It’s your fault that i hit my arm,” I muttered, closing my eyes, secretly enjoying his fingers tracing over my skin.
“And how is that?” he asked, brushing my hair out of my face.
“It is,”
He sighed, laughing slightly. I tried to ignore how much I enjoyed that sound, my lungs threatening to stop working as I heard it.
“Whatever you say Bee,”
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I shot up, hearing the creak of my door opening.
“Sorry,” Evan laughed, leaning against the door, “I was just checking on you to make sure you were okay.”
“And scare the shit out of me in the process?” I asked, glaring at him.
“That was just a bonus,” he smiled, closing the door and coming to sit next to me.
“You’re so mean to me,” I pouted, tucking my knees into my chest.
“Oh?”
“Mhm,” I groaned, closing my eyes and laying my head on his shoulder. I wasn’t sure why I did it. I was tired and my common sense had disappeared.
“I swear if you fall asleep on me again,” Evan muttered.
I opened my eyes and pushed him back on the bed. I laid down next to him and laid my head on his chest, closing my eyes.
“Barty-” he whispered.
“Shut up,” I muttered, “please.”
“Right, shutting up,” he laughed.
“Good,”
I felt his fingers messing with my hair but I didn't comment on it. I had no clue what we were doing but I was pretty positive that wasn’t something normal friends did.
I was secretly enjoying it though so I wasn’t sure what to think.
I reached over and grabbed his free hand. I interlocked our fingers, biting my lip, hoping that he wouldn’t say anything about it. Holding hands wasn’t a specifically romantic thing to do but in this context I assumed it wasn’t platonic.
“You’re an interesting person when you’re tired,” Evan whispered but he didn’t let go of my hand.
“Mm whatever you say,” I mumbled, not really paying attention to his words and more to his voice.
“And an idiot,”
“Yeah, I know,” I whispered.
“Wow, you really must be tired,” he laughed.
“Didn’t you agree to be quiet?” I asked.
“Right, sorry ‘bout that,”
He stopped talking but he kept playing with my hair, making my heart beat like it was going to break through my ribs.
“Evan?” I whispered.
He didn’t say anything.
“Evan!” I exclaimed, sitting up.
“You told me not to talk!” he pointed out, propping himself up on his elbows.
“Shhh,” I whispered, pressing my finger to his lip.
“There we go again!” I hated his smile as he spoke and the way it made my lungs want to give out.
“I hate you,”
“Nah, you love me,”
I rolled my eyes, hoping that the darkness would mask my blushing.
“You’re an idiot,” I sighed.
“Whatever you say,” he shrugged, flopping back and crossing his arms behind his head.
“Goodnight Ev,” I whispered, laying back down.
“Night Barty,”