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Everything Will Be Okay
1 ReviewsThis chapter is told from Mikey's p.o.v.! Merry Christmas!
Mikey's P.O.V
Eva's arms around my neck, her twig like legs wrapped around me, her beautiful brown eyes, her perfect pink lips. Everything about that moment felt so amazing and powerful. I felt complete when she was with me, when I could wrap my arms around her. Just thinking about everything that happened between us so far, made me so much more grateful that I had my big brother. Gerard was the one who really started this whole process, now that I think about it. He was the one who suggested we hired interns for the summer. He was the one who told Frank to invite her to band practice. He was the one who left us alone in the bookstore together. I shuddered a little remembering the night I had showed up at Eva's house, completely wasted. It was all so vivid in my memory, I couldn't forget it if I tried.
*
After Eva drove me back to my house, she and Gerard carried me upstairs to bed. That part is very blurry and unclear considering I was so hungover. Since I couldn't sleep, I tried to listen to what the two of them were talking about in the living room. I caught bits and pieces but not enough. The next thing I heard was the front door slam, and a car start outside. I fell asleep after that, thinking nothing about it. When I woke up, I got a shower, changed and put in my contacts like any other normal day. It wasn't until I headed into the kitchen and saw Gerard that I realized something was wrong. His cup of coffee sat in front of him, untouched, and his head was in his hand.
"Gerard. What's going on?" I was starting to get worried. He looked up and his eyes locked with mine.
"She was cutting Mikey," Before he could say anything else, I grabbed the car keys off of the table and ran out the door. There were so many things racing through my head that I could barely think straight. How did Gerard know? How bad was it? Was she going to be okay? Why did she do it? Could I have stopped it? I wanted to find out everything, but all I needed to see now, was that she was okay. I didn't stop at red lights, or stop signs, so I got to her house pretty quickly. The first thing I did was knock on the front door. Knock after knock after knock and there was still no answer. I called and texted, and called and texted. Still no answer. I tried to open the front door, but it was locked. The back door was locked. Finally, a door leading into the garage was open. I rushed through it, and after pulling it closed, I locked it. Even though I had never been upstairs before, I knew immediately which room was hers. As soon as I peeked through the door way and saw her laying there, asleep, I was overcome with emotion. Not only the feeling of relief, but something else. Something that made my heart beat a little faster. Something that made me smile. And something that made me feel complete. Ever since that moment, everything was starting to make sense. I came here for a reason. I broke into her house, not because I wanted to, but because I needed to. If something like this had ever happened to Taylor, I would have been worried, but I would have called her parents or something. At times she was too independent, but it seemed like she wanted everyone's help but mine all the time. With her, I wouldn't have taken the situation into my own hands. That was different with Eva. Although she didn't show it, I knew she was dependent on someone like me. I would take her problems into my hands, because she was my situation. Mine. Nobody elses.
*
The way I look at our relationship is this: Eva is a perfect, beautiful pool. Why would I slowly ease my way into the water, when I could just jump in? I don't mean that in some perverted player way, but I know what I want and Eva just so happens to be it. Of course if she told me that she didn't feel the same, or she pushed me away, I would understand.
Until that day comes (when she pushes me away or doesn't want me around) I will be there for her. Sure, there was always that 'well what if something happens and it's apparent that you don't belong together and your friendship is ruined?' I would deal with that whenever it happens. Until then, every step of the way, I will be there for her.
Now, she was perched on the counter top. She bit her lip in that cute little way that broke me down into a smile, and unwrapped her arms from around my neck. She traced the features of my face with her left hand. When her fingers ran through my hair, her soon to be scarred hand was in line with my lips. I kissed them, gently, not wanting to hurt her. My lips lingered on her wrist for a minute. After I pulled my lips away, I looked into her eyes. She turned her head a little to the side in question, revealing the place her shoulder met her neck.
"Scars or no scars, you are so beautiful." She needed to know that even though they cause trouble, the scars were a part of her now. And even in some twisted dark way, they made her even more beautiful. They proved to the world that she was so much more than a pretty face. She had problems too, and she dealed with them like everyone else. Before I could kiss her again, the phone on the wall began to ring.
"I guess I better get that." She smiled, as I set her on her feet. She took my hand and led me over to the table again. I sat in one of the chairs while she answered the phone and put it up to her ear. "Hello?" She asked, her voice full of life. "Oh hey Aunt Jen! How are you?" She walked back across the kitchen and sat on the table. "Yea, everything is pretty well here. How was the party?" I took her wrist again and started tracing the cuts with my finger while she continued to talk to her aunt. My touch sent goosebumps up her arm. "Well I've been home alone since you left so everything has been pretty boring. I think I might try and get out later today." She looked at me as she said that, smiling. Eva was such a convincing liar. "So when are you guys going to be coming home?" I watched her face light up like the 4th of July after her aunt answered her. "Oh, okay! Well have a great trip! I love you guys! Bye!" She quickly hung up the phone and set it on the table next to her before jumping into my lap. "Guess what Mikey?!" I laughed at how excited she was.
"What Eva?" She took my face in her hands.
"My aunt and uncle aren't coming home until Thursday!! That's three extra days!" Now I was smiling too. She kissed me on the nose before crawling off my lap and picking up our mugs of cold coffee. "These aren't good any more." She announced, walking over to the sink. "I'll make you some more." As soon as she set the mugs in the bottom of the sink, Gerard and Frank waltzed into the kitchen. Eva glanced at me frantically, and tried to cover her wrist with her hand. She looked terrified, and her eyes began to water. They took a few more steps when I stopped them.
"Hey, guys! Why don't you go get everyone else up? Eva and I will start on breakfast." They couldn't see her at the sink from where they were standing, but I could. A tear was starting to form from her eye, but she was still biting her lip.
"Okay. We can do that." Gerard motioned for Frank to follow him back into the living room. As soon as they were out of sight, Eva made a dash for the stairs. I caught her before she hit he first step.
"E, what's wrong?" I wiped a tear from her cheek. She shook her head and held up her wrist.
"Mikey, I can't let them see this...." I put my finger over her lips.
"Yes you can. We've all done stupid things. They love you and will accept you for the beautiful person you are. Trust me." She sighed and wrapped her arms around me.
"Thanks Mikey." She mumbled into my chest. I chuckled and kissed her hair. As soon as she heard everyone talking in the other room, she dropped her arms and flew into action. "Hey, babe can you brew some coffee?" Eva called over her shoulder as she pulled boxes of frozen waffles out of the freezer.
"Sure. I'm on it." I pulled out a few mugs and set the machine to brew 3 pots in a row. When I turned around, Eva was popping some waffles into the toaster and pulling some out. While we waited for everyone else to come into the room, we dug around in the refrigerator and pulled out syrup, butter and orange juice. When Eva set the last plate of the table, everyone else started filing into the tiny kitchen. I could see the nervousness dancing in her eyes, so I took her hand in mine. She squeezed my hand and smiled up at me. Everything was going to be okay.
Hey everyone! I'm sorry that this chapter is kinda sucky, but I rushed to finish it so I could give you all a Christmas Gift! I promise to update with something better soon! Please let me know what you think...!!!! Merry Christmas! I love you all! Xo, E
Eva's arms around my neck, her twig like legs wrapped around me, her beautiful brown eyes, her perfect pink lips. Everything about that moment felt so amazing and powerful. I felt complete when she was with me, when I could wrap my arms around her. Just thinking about everything that happened between us so far, made me so much more grateful that I had my big brother. Gerard was the one who really started this whole process, now that I think about it. He was the one who suggested we hired interns for the summer. He was the one who told Frank to invite her to band practice. He was the one who left us alone in the bookstore together. I shuddered a little remembering the night I had showed up at Eva's house, completely wasted. It was all so vivid in my memory, I couldn't forget it if I tried.
*
After Eva drove me back to my house, she and Gerard carried me upstairs to bed. That part is very blurry and unclear considering I was so hungover. Since I couldn't sleep, I tried to listen to what the two of them were talking about in the living room. I caught bits and pieces but not enough. The next thing I heard was the front door slam, and a car start outside. I fell asleep after that, thinking nothing about it. When I woke up, I got a shower, changed and put in my contacts like any other normal day. It wasn't until I headed into the kitchen and saw Gerard that I realized something was wrong. His cup of coffee sat in front of him, untouched, and his head was in his hand.
"Gerard. What's going on?" I was starting to get worried. He looked up and his eyes locked with mine.
"She was cutting Mikey," Before he could say anything else, I grabbed the car keys off of the table and ran out the door. There were so many things racing through my head that I could barely think straight. How did Gerard know? How bad was it? Was she going to be okay? Why did she do it? Could I have stopped it? I wanted to find out everything, but all I needed to see now, was that she was okay. I didn't stop at red lights, or stop signs, so I got to her house pretty quickly. The first thing I did was knock on the front door. Knock after knock after knock and there was still no answer. I called and texted, and called and texted. Still no answer. I tried to open the front door, but it was locked. The back door was locked. Finally, a door leading into the garage was open. I rushed through it, and after pulling it closed, I locked it. Even though I had never been upstairs before, I knew immediately which room was hers. As soon as I peeked through the door way and saw her laying there, asleep, I was overcome with emotion. Not only the feeling of relief, but something else. Something that made my heart beat a little faster. Something that made me smile. And something that made me feel complete. Ever since that moment, everything was starting to make sense. I came here for a reason. I broke into her house, not because I wanted to, but because I needed to. If something like this had ever happened to Taylor, I would have been worried, but I would have called her parents or something. At times she was too independent, but it seemed like she wanted everyone's help but mine all the time. With her, I wouldn't have taken the situation into my own hands. That was different with Eva. Although she didn't show it, I knew she was dependent on someone like me. I would take her problems into my hands, because she was my situation. Mine. Nobody elses.
*
The way I look at our relationship is this: Eva is a perfect, beautiful pool. Why would I slowly ease my way into the water, when I could just jump in? I don't mean that in some perverted player way, but I know what I want and Eva just so happens to be it. Of course if she told me that she didn't feel the same, or she pushed me away, I would understand.
Until that day comes (when she pushes me away or doesn't want me around) I will be there for her. Sure, there was always that 'well what if something happens and it's apparent that you don't belong together and your friendship is ruined?' I would deal with that whenever it happens. Until then, every step of the way, I will be there for her.
Now, she was perched on the counter top. She bit her lip in that cute little way that broke me down into a smile, and unwrapped her arms from around my neck. She traced the features of my face with her left hand. When her fingers ran through my hair, her soon to be scarred hand was in line with my lips. I kissed them, gently, not wanting to hurt her. My lips lingered on her wrist for a minute. After I pulled my lips away, I looked into her eyes. She turned her head a little to the side in question, revealing the place her shoulder met her neck.
"Scars or no scars, you are so beautiful." She needed to know that even though they cause trouble, the scars were a part of her now. And even in some twisted dark way, they made her even more beautiful. They proved to the world that she was so much more than a pretty face. She had problems too, and she dealed with them like everyone else. Before I could kiss her again, the phone on the wall began to ring.
"I guess I better get that." She smiled, as I set her on her feet. She took my hand and led me over to the table again. I sat in one of the chairs while she answered the phone and put it up to her ear. "Hello?" She asked, her voice full of life. "Oh hey Aunt Jen! How are you?" She walked back across the kitchen and sat on the table. "Yea, everything is pretty well here. How was the party?" I took her wrist again and started tracing the cuts with my finger while she continued to talk to her aunt. My touch sent goosebumps up her arm. "Well I've been home alone since you left so everything has been pretty boring. I think I might try and get out later today." She looked at me as she said that, smiling. Eva was such a convincing liar. "So when are you guys going to be coming home?" I watched her face light up like the 4th of July after her aunt answered her. "Oh, okay! Well have a great trip! I love you guys! Bye!" She quickly hung up the phone and set it on the table next to her before jumping into my lap. "Guess what Mikey?!" I laughed at how excited she was.
"What Eva?" She took my face in her hands.
"My aunt and uncle aren't coming home until Thursday!! That's three extra days!" Now I was smiling too. She kissed me on the nose before crawling off my lap and picking up our mugs of cold coffee. "These aren't good any more." She announced, walking over to the sink. "I'll make you some more." As soon as she set the mugs in the bottom of the sink, Gerard and Frank waltzed into the kitchen. Eva glanced at me frantically, and tried to cover her wrist with her hand. She looked terrified, and her eyes began to water. They took a few more steps when I stopped them.
"Hey, guys! Why don't you go get everyone else up? Eva and I will start on breakfast." They couldn't see her at the sink from where they were standing, but I could. A tear was starting to form from her eye, but she was still biting her lip.
"Okay. We can do that." Gerard motioned for Frank to follow him back into the living room. As soon as they were out of sight, Eva made a dash for the stairs. I caught her before she hit he first step.
"E, what's wrong?" I wiped a tear from her cheek. She shook her head and held up her wrist.
"Mikey, I can't let them see this...." I put my finger over her lips.
"Yes you can. We've all done stupid things. They love you and will accept you for the beautiful person you are. Trust me." She sighed and wrapped her arms around me.
"Thanks Mikey." She mumbled into my chest. I chuckled and kissed her hair. As soon as she heard everyone talking in the other room, she dropped her arms and flew into action. "Hey, babe can you brew some coffee?" Eva called over her shoulder as she pulled boxes of frozen waffles out of the freezer.
"Sure. I'm on it." I pulled out a few mugs and set the machine to brew 3 pots in a row. When I turned around, Eva was popping some waffles into the toaster and pulling some out. While we waited for everyone else to come into the room, we dug around in the refrigerator and pulled out syrup, butter and orange juice. When Eva set the last plate of the table, everyone else started filing into the tiny kitchen. I could see the nervousness dancing in her eyes, so I took her hand in mine. She squeezed my hand and smiled up at me. Everything was going to be okay.
Hey everyone! I'm sorry that this chapter is kinda sucky, but I rushed to finish it so I could give you all a Christmas Gift! I promise to update with something better soon! Please let me know what you think...!!!! Merry Christmas! I love you all! Xo, E
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