"Hey."
"Hey." I said awkwardly back at Evan that night after work. I was so pathetic, not to mention I had no clue how to act around him; I'd only ever shown him my slutty bear side and he still liked me. He moved to the side to let me through. His place was much cleaner, and quieter than it had been the last time I'd been here. It seemed like nobody else was home. I was wearing my denim high waist shorts and a tucked in red and white stripped tank top and now I wish I had gone home to put something a little less Gilligan's Island on.
"Are we alone?" I asked as I inspected the room I was in; obviously the living room. The couch, which had been up against the wall during his party was now in the middle of the room facing the flat screen television that hung on the wall. There was a wooden coffee table, a fake plant, three lamps, and a picture of the beach.
"Yeah. Want a beer or anything?" He asked as he walked past me.
"Uh, yes." He went to the kitchen, which was connected to the living room by a bar, and I took the time to breath, since I hadn't been doing so before.
"You look nervous." He said grinning as he appeared again with two Coors. I took mine quickly.
"Psh, don't flatter yourself." He smiled as he made his way to the couch and sat down; I was still standing awkwardly behind the couch.
"Olivia."
"Hmm?"
"Come sit with me." I did as I was told but stayed very tense and took the seat on the three cushioned couch the furthest from him. I could see him looking at me as I sipped on my beer. He breathed out deep through his nose before grabbing me by my waist and hauling me over by him.
"Better." He turned on the television then and threw an arm around my shoulders; he was very relaxed. I settled down a little after a few minutes and scooted myself deeper into the couch, and him. I didn't know what we were watching but Evan seemed very preoccupied by it. This scene was so weird for me. I'd never done this with any guy before. It seemed perfectly natural to Evan though.
"What?" He asked, startling me by looking down at me. I hadn't realized I'd been staring at him.
"What?" I answered back.
"You were looking at me."
"No I wasn't." He rolled his eyes a little but seemed amused.
"Do you want to make out or something?"
"You're so romantic." I said dryly and then turned my head to face the television. He didn't ask me again, which was disappointing. A few more minutes went by and I was getting bored.
"What are we watching?" He didn't answer me, totally into the movie that was playing.
"Evan."
"Mm?" He still didn't even look at me.
"I said, what are we watching?"
"A movie, be quiet." I pouted.
"I'm done with my beer." I said out loud, even though I wasn't.
"Go get another one, they're in the fridge."
"I don't want another one." He turned and gave me an annoyed look before taking my beer, plus his, and placing them on the coffee table. He then turned off the television and faced me again. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to him quickly. He kissed me hard, almost like he was trying to suck my voice out. I pushed him off slightly.
"Um, calm down Ursula, that wasn't code for suck my lips off." He released me with an annoyed look on his face.
"Ok, then what would you like to do, Olivia."
"You're the one that invited me over here. I mean, excuse me if I thought you had a plan."
"I invited you over here to hang out, this is us hanging out."
"Well now I know, next time I'll bring a board game or something seeing as how your idea of hanging out is doing nothing."
"Maybe you should do that." With that he turned away from me and turned the television back on. I grabbed the controller away from him and turned it back off. He dropped his head to the back of the couch and closed his eyes.
"Why can't we just talk? I mean, I don't know anything about you except that you're an asshole most of the time." He grinned at that.
"Ok, what do you want to know?"
"Er, I don't know." We sat in silence for about a minute.
"What are you going to school for?"
"Stuff."
"Who's your best friend?"
"Turner."
"What's your favorite ice cream flavor?"
"Chocolate with walnuts."
"Are you still sleeping with Zans?"
"No." He gave me a look at that one.
"Um, what's your last name?"
"Tyler."
"Why do you straighten your hair?" He looked a little surprised.
"I hate my curly hair."
"Why?"
"Because."
"What color is your hair naturally?"
"Brown."
"I think you'd look better with curly brown hair." I grabbed a strand of his straight blond hair but he pulled away.
"That's nice. I think you'd look better with bigger boobs." I scowled as I scooted away from him.
"Asshole." He just laughed and held me in place next to him.
"I'm just kidding. I think your boobs are fine."
"Just fine?" I looked down at my just fine boobs; they were pretty normal.
"When they're clothed their just fine, but when your naked they're very fine." I rolled my eyes.
"Good save."
"My turn to ask stupid as fuck questions." I gave him a dirty look.
"What's the longest relationship you've ever been in?" His tone didn't sound interested.
"Six months." He quirked an eyebrow.
"Just six?"
"Yes. Why? How long was yours?"
"Four years. I was actually engaged until last December." He made it sound like it wasn't a big deal.
"What? Really?"
"Yeah."
"Why aren't you anymore? What happened?"
"Oh, you know, things. So, why only six months for you?" He was turning the subject back on me.
"Fuck that, you can't just drop an 'I was married' bomb and then not talk about it." He sighed heavily.
"I wasn't married, I was engaged. And what is with girls and wanting to know every detail about past girlfriends. Fucking masochists." He was saying it more to himself.
"Hey, this isn't just an ex-girlfriend, this is an ex-almost wife, that means you like, super loved her. Besides, I'm curious as hell." I finished the sentence with a whine.
"Fine. Just...can't talk about it anymore after I tell you. Okay?" I nodded my head eagerly, already planning all the questions I'd ask afterwards.
"We were together four years and on our fourth anniversary I asked her to marry me. She said yes and then on the day of our wedding changed her mind and left me standing like a jackass in front of all our family and friends. Afterwards I quit my job and moved here. End of story."
"What was her name?" I asked after a small silence.
"No. Now we change the subject."
"Don't be a poo. Just tell me her name." He shook his head no.
"Should I guess it? Ok, ok, is it Jennifer? Or Ashley, or...Elizabeth? Or some other yuppy ass name like that?"
"I said no, Olivia."
"Fine. God, I didn't know you were so touchy." I guess I was kind of being an insensitive bitch but he was acting like it didn't really affect him that much so I was just returning the mood.
"Excuse me for being sensitive about being left at the alter like a fucking douche bag by the woman I loved for four fucking years." His voice was serious and tense. He wasn't looking at me anymore and I could see the veins on his temples and the bones on his jaw strain. I'd taken it too far.
"Sorry." I let out in a calming voice. I reached my hand out to touch his knee but he stood up.
"Don't be. You want another beer?"
"No thanks." I situated myself on the couch so that I was sitting on my feet and waited for him to come back, ready with a real apology.
"Evan, I-"
"Olivia, seriously, don't. I'm over it, but that doesn't mean I'm not bitter. I don't talk about it very often is all; just wasn't prepared for your questions."
"I won't ask anymore, promise." He gave a lopsided smile that didn't really reach the rest of his face. So I leaned in and kissed his cheek; he nodded, accepting my apology.
"Want to make out?" I asked, eager to get him back to his usual flirty self. He laugh a little and nodded his head slightly, so I crawled into his lap and started at his neck.