E V A N.
Evan takes in the way he’s nervously mumbling about with his words. He doesn’t have any full sentences to sew together from whatever was in front of him. There were no jokes, no playful comments, no references to anything about Star Wars. Something was going on that she didn’t know about, and the fact that it was in the context of a night she didn’t fully remember was beginning to shake her. She looks at his face to study his features, seeing the way his lips move, the details in them, the color. It was like she could feel them against her own, the pattern imprinted onto hers. Her eyes went wide when she realized that it wasn’t some kind of imaginative feeling, it was a real feeling. That’s when she thought of the conversation she’d had with her little brother, about the dream that she thought was a dream… maybe he was right. Maybe it was real, after all. In that case, she was most definitely doomed. “It’s so weird,” she tried to say casually as her body took on an awkward pose that went against her very nature, scratching the back of her head, “So, like… I was telling Enzo about this earlier that I had this weird dream last night about… me kissing someone at the party and then… like, in the school hallway. And it wasn’t just a peck it was PG-13 rated kind of stuff… I don’t know, it all seems kinda fuzzy to me. But anyway, Enzo was being weird and asked me if I was certain it was real, so I guess I’m just… did you see me with anyone else last night? Around or after midnight?”
oliver has to tell himself to keep breathing because he really is starting to feel like he’s panicking. it’s only evan, and the two of them are close. he should be able to tell her about what happened on new year’s, and he doesn’t think that it’ll ruin what they have ( and a small part of him hopes it could lead to something m o r e. ) his eyes look up to meet hers, and he feels an instant comfort; this is e v a n, his best friend. he pays attention as she speaks, his lips curling upwards slightly as she describes it, being so innocent. he sighs, looking down at his feet as he tries his best to drum up the courage to just tell her. oliver’s eyes come up again, resting on the familiar comfort of her eyes. “oh, um. well, it was real,” he begins, seeming to breathless. he will be surprised if he ends up not fainting at the end of this conversation; he can feel his heartbeat in his EARS, and he’s sure that his ears are red as well due to all the attention and embarrassment ( he isn’t embarrassed that it happened, but her remembering would have made it easier for h i m. ) “we kissed at midnight,” he finally says, teeth digging into his lower lip as he hears it coming out of him. although it did feel better for it to be finally out, he is still worried about what her reaction to it will be.










