Categories > Original > Drama > Zane and Eavan; Chapter One
Not one word was spoken the entire ride home.
When they finally pulled into Evelina’s driveway, where Zane would be spending his first weekend in America, she was waiting in the driveway for them.
“You’re late!” she exclaimed. Zane exited the car, beaming. This was what Eavan was afraid of.
There was only one thing Eavan objected to about everything that was planned for Zane’s stay with her and her two best friends – where he would be spending this weekend. He was supposed to spend the next three nights on Evelina’s living room couch because his more permanent residence – Molly’s apartment-style basement – was currently occupied by her family. Because he claimed to be head-over-heels in love with Evelina only months before he started dating Eavan, she was rightly apprehensive about allowing this arrangement. Though she had repeatedly warned both Molly and Evelina that there was a good chance Zane could be stupid and fall back in love with Evelina, even though she had a steady boyfriend, they had so far been unresponsive to her cautions. She would just have to hope he had some sense in his head. Just in case, though, she decided to spend the weekend with Zane at Evelina’s house.
Evelina, now beaming herself, gathered Zane and his luggage into a tight embrace. “Hey, how are you?”
Unable to keep a smile off his face, Zane was led into the house.
Eavan felt her stomach grow tighter.
The first few hours passed without incidence. Zane, worn out from his full day of travel, was asleep on the couch by eleven. Eavan, on the other hand, could not sleep due to the mad rush of anxiety she was feeling. Unable to calm down or lie still on the cot set up for her in Evelina’s room, she made her way down to the kitchen. To her surprise, Evelina’s brother Michael was there, warming up some leftover pizza.
“Hey E,” he said, without turning around.
“Hey, little bro,” she sighed as she sank onto a stool by the bar. He was only a year younger, but Michael was the kind of younger brother she had always wanted, so she was quite fond of him. They often called each other siblings.
“How’s it going with your buddy out there?” he said through a mouthful of pizza, jerking his head toward the living room where her boyfriend lay sleeping. “Have you guys done it yet?”
“No,” Eavan giggled quietly, afraid of waking him. “He’s only been here a few hours, you perv.” She sighed. “Actually, it’s not going too well. We’ve barely said a thing to each other. It’s awkward, you know? What the hell am I supposed to say to him? ‘Hi, nice to meet you, I’m your girlfriend?’”
“That works.” Michael raised his eyebrows. Eavan could see his eyes were bloodshot. No wonder he was so hungry at this time of night – he was high. Eavan, in the interest of keeping the conversation somewhat sane, decided not to mention it.
“Who knows,” she shrugged, “tomorrow may be better. Maybe when Evelina is at work and we can have a little time to ourselves –” She cut off upon hearing a creak outside the kitchen door. There was someone there.
Knowing that he had been found out, Zane took a few more steps forward and was in the kitchen with Michael and Eavan. He was still fully dressed but bleary-eyed. “Need something?” Michael asked.
“Water would be nice,” Zane responded, “where might I get a cup?”
Michael took it upon himself to leave and let the two be alone. He passed through the door leading to the garage before Eavan could object. This was going to be awkward. “So,” was all Eavan could think of to say as she was getting him his glass of water.
“So,” he agreed. They both gave a nervous laugh. Zane put down his drink and stepped closer. “I’m tired. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to hold a conversation with you that makes any kind of sense right now. Let’s talk in the morning, okay?” He touched her shoulder and walked back into the living room.
Eavan followed Michael outside. He was sitting on the picnic table on the patio, lighting a bowl. Eavan sat next to him, took the drugs being passed to her, and inhaled deeply. She wished she could say she felt anything, anything at all, but in truth, she never had. She handed the bowl back to Michael.
Mirroring the thoughts in her mind, the smoke hung heavily around her and she was lost in it.
When they finally pulled into Evelina’s driveway, where Zane would be spending his first weekend in America, she was waiting in the driveway for them.
“You’re late!” she exclaimed. Zane exited the car, beaming. This was what Eavan was afraid of.
There was only one thing Eavan objected to about everything that was planned for Zane’s stay with her and her two best friends – where he would be spending this weekend. He was supposed to spend the next three nights on Evelina’s living room couch because his more permanent residence – Molly’s apartment-style basement – was currently occupied by her family. Because he claimed to be head-over-heels in love with Evelina only months before he started dating Eavan, she was rightly apprehensive about allowing this arrangement. Though she had repeatedly warned both Molly and Evelina that there was a good chance Zane could be stupid and fall back in love with Evelina, even though she had a steady boyfriend, they had so far been unresponsive to her cautions. She would just have to hope he had some sense in his head. Just in case, though, she decided to spend the weekend with Zane at Evelina’s house.
Evelina, now beaming herself, gathered Zane and his luggage into a tight embrace. “Hey, how are you?”
Unable to keep a smile off his face, Zane was led into the house.
Eavan felt her stomach grow tighter.
The first few hours passed without incidence. Zane, worn out from his full day of travel, was asleep on the couch by eleven. Eavan, on the other hand, could not sleep due to the mad rush of anxiety she was feeling. Unable to calm down or lie still on the cot set up for her in Evelina’s room, she made her way down to the kitchen. To her surprise, Evelina’s brother Michael was there, warming up some leftover pizza.
“Hey E,” he said, without turning around.
“Hey, little bro,” she sighed as she sank onto a stool by the bar. He was only a year younger, but Michael was the kind of younger brother she had always wanted, so she was quite fond of him. They often called each other siblings.
“How’s it going with your buddy out there?” he said through a mouthful of pizza, jerking his head toward the living room where her boyfriend lay sleeping. “Have you guys done it yet?”
“No,” Eavan giggled quietly, afraid of waking him. “He’s only been here a few hours, you perv.” She sighed. “Actually, it’s not going too well. We’ve barely said a thing to each other. It’s awkward, you know? What the hell am I supposed to say to him? ‘Hi, nice to meet you, I’m your girlfriend?’”
“That works.” Michael raised his eyebrows. Eavan could see his eyes were bloodshot. No wonder he was so hungry at this time of night – he was high. Eavan, in the interest of keeping the conversation somewhat sane, decided not to mention it.
“Who knows,” she shrugged, “tomorrow may be better. Maybe when Evelina is at work and we can have a little time to ourselves –” She cut off upon hearing a creak outside the kitchen door. There was someone there.
Knowing that he had been found out, Zane took a few more steps forward and was in the kitchen with Michael and Eavan. He was still fully dressed but bleary-eyed. “Need something?” Michael asked.
“Water would be nice,” Zane responded, “where might I get a cup?”
Michael took it upon himself to leave and let the two be alone. He passed through the door leading to the garage before Eavan could object. This was going to be awkward. “So,” was all Eavan could think of to say as she was getting him his glass of water.
“So,” he agreed. They both gave a nervous laugh. Zane put down his drink and stepped closer. “I’m tired. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to hold a conversation with you that makes any kind of sense right now. Let’s talk in the morning, okay?” He touched her shoulder and walked back into the living room.
Eavan followed Michael outside. He was sitting on the picnic table on the patio, lighting a bowl. Eavan sat next to him, took the drugs being passed to her, and inhaled deeply. She wished she could say she felt anything, anything at all, but in truth, she never had. She handed the bowl back to Michael.
Mirroring the thoughts in her mind, the smoke hung heavily around her and she was lost in it.
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