#evan p

𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝒔𝒊𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆. 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆. - 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔

It had a been a few days since Evan and Taylor last hung out, and she was eager to see him again. He was super sweet and funny and she really wanted to get to know him better. The past few days they’ve had a conversation about his odd sleeping which resulted into Taylor inviting him over for food and movies. Reading he was on his way over, Taylor got up quickly looking around. “Evan’s coming over Tate!” she excitingly said to her dog as he blankly stared at her. Running up to her room she slid on some yoga pants and a PINK lavender sweatshirt since she had her A.C kickin’. Moving her fingers through her lose beach waves she looked at her appearance and shrugged. Walking back downstairs she picked up a few things and plugged in her Scentsy so her house smelled good. 

Going into her kitchen she opened a drawer full of take out menus she had collected from little places here and there in Los Angeles. Placing them on the counter, the model walked back into her living room and took out a few blankets out of the closet and placed them on the couch just in case. Turning her t.v on, she bit her bottom lip and went through a variety of movies that her and Evan could watch as she waited for him.

Throwing her phone on the bed Cher got up running over to her closet that was full of random and colorful clothing. Many pieces she had collected throughout the years were beaten up band t-shirts and jeans that had one too many holes in them. After what seemed like thirty minutes, the short brunette finally settled on an AC/DC shirt that looked like it’d been through hell and back, and some high waisted jean shorts. Being that Cher only stood at five feet two inches she grabbed a step stool to bring down her white converse.