Text Message To Brit – Evan

[Evan Hughes]

Hey blondie, how did brunch go? Missed u 2day

[Brittany Barnes]

Brittany stared down at her phone. It was the first she'd heard from Evan all day. She should have been expecting it...but somehow the text still surprised her...mostly because she knew he'd gone to Dare's that day and while Brit still hadn't put together that Syn was Dare's sister, she did know that Evan had been with her when Dare had overdosed so she was likely one of Dare's friends or something, and probably at the jam session.

Brittany wasn't sure how to really answer. She put her phone down to ignore it but ended up picking it up again, then putting it away and picking it back up, and so on and so forth quite a few times before she decided that she'd have to answer or it would bother her all night.

Not sure how to really respond she typed quickly and hit send before she had the chance to second guess herself. Her response was vague and distant at best, but she was still upset and figuring out how to deal.

"I didn't go. My hair is orange now."

[Evan Hughes]

Brittany was usually really quick in messaging him back, which usually resulted in Evan sending back various random messages back, which he hoped amused her even half as much as he amused himself. But the one reply he had really been waiting on took forever, or at least, felt like it had taken forever. Hearing the little beep, he lunged for his phone, which was somewhere between the lolly wrappers spread out among his bed as he watched The Lion King for the millionth time.

And it wasn’t quite the message he had been expecting. He’d been trying his best all day not to get nervous and all paranoid, but it was hard when he really felt like something was wrong. And the only thing he could think was it had to do with the whole thing about him and Syn. Brit had seemed fine about it, and he figured they were good, but maybe she changed her mind or something. Or he did something else stupid, that he didn’t know about yet. That wasn’t unlikely.

A little worried now, something Evan didn’t like being, he paused the movie, figuring he needed all of his focus to deal with this. Maybe he was overreacting. That would be good. Or maybe Brit was busy, yeah, that made sense. That would explain why she took so long to reply, and why it was so short. So he sent another message back of his own.

“Cool non-blondie, like that best. Doing anything? I could come over, bum around.”

[Brittany Barnes]

Brittany bit down on her bottom lip, reading the message that came within seconds of sending hers. She felt bad. She wasn't exactly being fair. Sure, she'd learned more details about the whole Evan and Syn thing...details that made her upset all over again...more upset than the first time around, but she'd also been avoiding Evan since and she hadn't exactly told him why.

She still had plans with Ian later...plans that she wasn't so keen to cancel. She stared at the phone, wondering what she should do...say. It took her awhile but finally she decided on the truth...okay well not the whole truth...just the part about having plans with Ian.

"Hanging out with Ian tonight."

[Evan Hughes]

At least she was hanging around a friend and wasn’t deliberately trying to avoid him, a fact Evan consoled himself with. But Brit was definitely annoyed with him, or angry at, or upset with, or even worse, a combination of all three. And she was his first proper serious girlfriend, so his experience with dealing with annoyed, angry and upset girls wasn’t as much as he would prefer, so he didn’t really know what he should do to fix things.

But it would involve more than just messaging her, that much even he could tell. He would have to go and see her. Not tonight though, it seemed. Before bowling, was the best time, he figured. Because he couldn’t be too sure now if she was actually going to go, and he didn’t want to spend the whole afternoon out wondering how she was, if she really was angry with him. And he didn’t want to have to wait until afterwards to see. All this relationship stuff really was serious.

He sent off another text, hoping he got a reply that wasn’t as cold and short this time. And he really regretted not seeing Syn’s intentions before she kissed him, he could be a dolt sometimes.

“Sweet, have fun. Can I come over & see you in the morn? Love you.”

[Brittany Barnes]

Brittany just kept feeling worse and worse as he texted her faster and faster each time...as if he was sitting there with his phone in hand, just staring at it and waiting to beep. Brittany wasn't sure if she was ready to see him yet. She was still processing, but she knew she'd have to do it eventually and maybe the sooner the better...like ripping a band aid off.

"Yeah. I guess that's fine. See you tomorrow."

Brittany switched her phone to silent and tossed it aside. She heard the door and knew that Ian was here. If Evan had anything more to say, it could wait till tomorrow.

[Evan Hughes]

He’d been pretty sure that Brittany was mad at him before her message, but now as he read the words she sent on his little lit up screen, Evan was certain Brittany was mad at him. She’d never been mad at him before, not seriously. Come to think of it, they’d never really had a fight before. And he wasn’t too keen on having their first. He didn’t know what he was meant to do, besides actually talk to her. And he was great at talking, he loved to, but that was in more nonsense ways, he was never good with serious conversation. He guessed he would have to start getting good at it.

He had a night to think about what he would say to her in the morning at least, if the reason he thought she was angry was indeed the reason she was. If it wasn’t, he was going to be left completely clueless. He didn’t know which was worse. Maybe he should pick up some flowers for her before he came over. But then again, she wasn’t really a flower sort of girl. He leaned over to turn on his alarm clock, setting it for eight. He wanted to make sure he got up in time. Looking at the mobile in his hand once more, he dropped it onto the bed.

Stupid phone.

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