Tailor
You know the kind of people that you automatically don't like? They didn't do anything to you, or say anything; its just the way they are. They have this thing about them that annoys you to no end, or this atmosphere they bring into the room that immediately makes you envy Helen Keller. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't like Kaida. It really isn't anything she did. In fact, she’s really nice. And she’s Phae's bestfriend, so its like an unwritten rule that I have to like her, or atleast be nice to her. Which I am, but that doesn't mean I have to enjoy her presence, or anything. Because I don’t.
Once I was done ordering the pizza, I slipped my phone back in my pocket before turning around. I came face-to-face with Evan and his lovely pearly-whites. He had his eyebrows raised, a look of 'Well? When are you going to do it?' slapped onto his face. I gave him a look of my own. He chuckled silently as the floor reluctantly pulled me to Phae.
"Your a sweetheart," I mused, looking at the drinks, but not yet taking anything off Phae's tray. I didn't know if it was for me, but mostly; I felt guilty. I don't even know for what.
I watched Cayman, Luke, and Kaida as they messed around on the couch as I spoke quitely. "You know Evan, right?" I asked, knowing the answer but asking anyway. I paused and rearranged the words in my head. "He's a really good guy, you know.”
I shoved my
I stared up at the ceiling. “You guys should go out sometime.” Hopefully, he knew what I was hinting on about; that Evan liked him. That alot of guys and young ladies liked him. Hopefully, he knew.
I shifted my eyes back to the couch. I watched as Kaida shoved a fistful of shirt at Cayman. And I wasn’t shooting daggers at Kaida, or mentally cursing her. I was just watching. Watching, and ignoring the vibration of the phone in my pocket that I was sure was Viena.
And then someone was wrapping their arms around my middle, a head resting on my shoulder.
“Watcha talking ‘bout, Lover boy?”
I could’ve punched him, but something was clobbering me in the stomach, and my head was throbbing more than my heart.
“Just how much of a loser you are.” I said, twisting out of his hold.
Evan scowled and released me, clearly taking that seriously. “Isn’t Luke c-”
But I was already moving towards the couch, out of Evan’s way. Next time, maybe. Yeah, definitely next time I’ll say something. Definitely.
“What kind of toppings on your pizza’s did you guys want? Because I sort of just ordered sausage and pepperoni and,” I took a spot on the floor, below all of them that were piled up on the couch.
I glanced back at Evan, who was standing unnecessarily close to Phae.
“And one with tomato, just for Luke.” I joked. I smiled, shifting my gaze to him. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair.
Something about long hair.