Hoodie
I sat up groggily, rubbing my eyes.
I glanced around my room, realizing that I was alone. All the lights were off and the curtains were drawn, cutting out the city lighting that normally filled the room.
Part of me kind of thought that I was just hallucinating and that Evan has never been here but the curtains showed that he was. I never closed my curtains. Honestly, I should but I was so tired by the end of the day that I didn't bother. Plus I always forget.
And then I saw the note on my nightstand.
I reached over and picked it up, unfolding it slowly. I felt my cheeks burning even but I was hot most of the time so I tried not to think too far into it.
I tucked my knees into my chest and rested my chin on top of them as I read.
"Sorry i had to leave, Regulus found his key and i think he might kill me if i don’t go meet him as soon as possible"
-Ev
I smiled at the way he signed the note, using the stupid little nickname I had muttered at him when I had passed out last night. I felt a little flutter in my heart but I ignored it, assuming it didn’t mean anything.
I folded the note back up and placed it on my nightstand again. I picked up my phone from the same table and laid back down, quickly scrolling to Evan’s contact. It wasn’t like I had to look too hard as he was the only person I really talked to.
Barty: Did you get into your apartment?
Evan: maybe
Barty: you’re so annoying you know that?
Evan: yes i got in
Barty: good
Evan: good morning btw
Barty: good morning :)
Evan: When do you want me to come over?
Barty: after work i guess
Evan: no no no you’re not going to work today
Evan: you’re call out sick
Barty: i’m fine, i’m not missing work
Evan: no you’re not fine
Evan: you can go to work tomorrow just call out sick today
Evan: please :)
I opened my mouth, trying to get my lungs to work again. It was so stupid, the way my body seemed to revolt every time I merely thought about him.
Barty: fine come over whenever
Evan: alright i’ll be there in 10
I sat up, putting my phone on the nightstand. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and pulled myself to my feet.
I waddled into my living room, falling onto my couch. Waking up was not my thing and this was Evan we were talking about. He’d wake me up when he got here.
So I closed my eyes, burying my face in a pillow and of course, quickly fell back asleep.
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“Barty!” Evan called.
I open my eyes slightly, seeing him standing halfway into my living room, knocking slightly on the wall.
“Hey,” I muttered, sitting up, rubbing my eyes.
“Not very much of a morning person are we?” he laughed, sitting down next to me.
“No,” I sighed, shaking my head. I leaned my forehead on his shoulder, closing my eyes again, nearly falling back asleep right then and there.
“Nope nope, stay awake Barty,” Evan ordered, pushing me away slightly.
I groaned but pulled back, rubbing my eyes.
“Now come on, let me see that arm,”
I sighed, slipping my sweatshirt over my head. I started to pull off my shirt when I realized that this was going to be the second time that the boy I liked would see me shirtless in the span of 2 days.
Liked.
I hated the word but I couldn't find any other way to explain it. How else was I supposed to explain constantly wanting to be around him, more than a friend would? How else was I supposed to explain constantly wanting to kiss and touch him every time I saw him?
I didn’t understand it though. How could I be in love with a boy? And how could that boy be Evan who was basically my only friend?
I shook my head and took my shirt off, trying not to think too much about liking him more than a friend or how he was going to see me shirtless again.
Evan gently took my arm, slowly unwrapping the bandage.
His fingers slowly traced over my undamaged skin. I hated how his cold skin sent a chill down my spine and I hated how much it made me want to kiss him.
“You have really soft skin for someone who just got coffee thrown at him,” he whispered.
“I’m just amazing like that,” I smiled.
He laughed, treating my wound again. He continued to wrap it, his eyes glancing back and forth between my arm and his bag. Those beautiful, crystal blue eyes.
I wish I could kiss him. Every time I saw him I did but something about this made me want to kiss him more.
His lips were a beautiful bright pink color, slightly chapped. But they looked so soft, so kissable. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to think of anything else. But I couldn't. His eyes, his hairs, his lips, his mouth, his tongue.
“Barty!”
I blinked quickly, then shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts out of my head.
“What’d you say?” I asked, rubbing my eyes..
I realized then that he wasn’t sitting next to me anymore but he was in my kitchen glancing around.
“Where’s your trash can?”
“Oh, it's near the sink,” I smiled, laying back on my couch.
I closed my eyes, crossing my uninjured arm behind my head.
“Don’t fall back asleep over there,” Evan laughed and I heard the water running.
“You don’t control me!” I called back at him, trying to get the smile off my face.
“If you fall asleep i’m leaving you on that couch,”
“You wouldn’t,” I mumbled, rolling onto my side.
“Mhm, says who Barty?”
“Me, and i’m always right,”
“How could I forget such an important fact about you?” he laughed, “now scoot.”
I sat up a little for him to sit down next to me and then I flopped back down, laying my head in his lap.
“You’re an idiot,” he sighed then he started messing with my hair, mindlessly twirling his fingers through my locks.
“Whatever you say,” I muttered, trying to ignore his skin brushing against mine and how close I was to him. Hell, I was literally laying half in his lap.
“Why do you fall asleep on me so often?” he asked, twirling a strand of hair in his fingers.
“You’re comfortable,” I whispered, opening my eyes slightly.
“Oh?”
“Mhm,”
I closed my eyes again, enjoying the silence. The only sounds were the sound of my fan and our breathing.
I bit my lip, thinking of Evan’s beautiful lips again. I wanted to kiss them so badly it was embarrassing. I felt my cheeks flush bright pink at the thought of simply getting the chance to kiss him but hopefully he couldn’t see it.
Or maybe I wanted him to see it. I hadn’t decided whether or not I thought Evan liked me back.
The way he acted around me drove me insane. There were moments like this where I was laying in his lap, half asleep. And of course there was also that one time last night where I fell asleep with him in my bed.
But then again, I couldn't help but question it. Was there really a possibility that Evan could have even a small sliver of the feelings I had for him?
I stopped biting my lip, sitting up and rolling off the couch.
“Where are you going?” Evan asked, his eyebrows raised slightly.
“I’m cold,” I mumbled, pulling myself to my feet.
“Here,” he said, pulling his hoodie over his head and holding it out towards me, “take this.”
I smiled, taking it from him and pulled it on over my own head.
“Thanks Ev,” I whispered, laying back down and curling up on the couch, my head in his lap.
“You’re welcome Bee,” he laughed, his fingers going back into my hair, tracing down my face.
I tried to wipe the smile off my face as I closed my eyes again and yawned, trying to fall back asleep.