Snippet #1532237

“That’s some deep shit, man.”

Breathing over my sloppy picture one last time, I took a step back to look at it again. Three butterflies plastered over my bedroom window. It was that cold outside.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, turning around.

His eyes were a war zone as he showed off his trophy, “I knew you were keeping a diary.”

My breathing hitched. That was my notebook. What I keep in there isn’t meant to be read by others. I don’t even read over what I write once I’ve written it. The shit in there is--in lack of better words--dark. Fucked up. It’s my thoughts on paper; It’s not pretty and it’s not organized. It’s painstakingly close to a horror story, and a hair away from a tragedy.
It’s me in words, and his eyes are squinted. Scrutinizing me; trying to figure out what to think, while at the same time trying to process. He doesn’t know it’s the same thing; but it doesn’t keep him from trying. He’s Evan, my best friend; I know his secrets like he knows my favorite bands. I know his thought-process, and it’s never good. Not the right way. He wasn’t raised like that--not like me.

“C’mon, Evan. Give it back.”

“Gonna make me?”

“Give it.”

“You have to do something for me first.”

I gaped at him. “Seriously?”

He grinned, showing off his abnormally perfect teeth. “Seriously,” he cooed.

I leaned back against the wall and crossed my arms over my chest. “Kay.”

I guess I should of known what he wanted. The same thing he’s been secretly tripping over for the past few weeks; Phae. His new crush. Last week it was his manager; a blue-eyed brunette with killer legs. He switches his infatuations every so often, and he just so happened to have seen Phae one night. ‘Right place, wrong time’ sort of thing. Evan’s like a predator, I swear to God.

“So will you?”

And even though my throat ached to say no, I said, “Alright. I can do that.”

He smirked and tossed the notebook on my bed. I didn’t tell him that Phae doesn’t like people who pick on other people. Or that he doesn’t like a vulgar vocabulary, and that he doesn’t find playfully calling someone a ‘fag’ funny. I didn’t tell him that Phae won’t like him, and I’m not going to tell Phae that Evan is just a kid who can’t make up his mind. I don’t think Phae would go for a guy like Evan, anyway. It’s not that Evan’s ugly, or something. (Because he is most definitely not.) It’s more of his personality. He’s.. well, an ass. But whatever he’s lost in personality, he makes up for in looks.

He has a buzz-cut. His eyes are green, and the best thing--I think--about him are his snake bites. He’s half-black and half-white. I don’t think you understand how good his permanently tanned skin looks with those green eyes.

“When’s the last time you ate, Pencey?” He asked, already walking out of the room, “Let’s order some pizza, or something.”

Ordering pizza. Want some?

I clicked send, only it was to Luke. I didn’t want to talk to Phae. I just hoped he wasn’t still in the apartment somewhere.

How long had me and Evan been in here?