The Truth Is - Chapter Two
Chapter Two. Evelyn has a flashback of the first time she ever remembers even thinking about Adam as more than a friend. Evelyn also tells us why Adam isn't talking to her for the time being.
Hi guys, Taylor here! I know my introduction to 'The Truth Is' was pretty short, but I'm hoping this one is longer for you. I plan for the story to have a lot of flashbacks as well, so if this isn't gushy enough for you, I have a lot more to reveal. Like I said this story is basically my life right now, so I'm writing this story all from my memories of my best friend and I. I hope you enjoy, and please leave plenty of comments. Thank you!
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Chapter Two:
"Work was a disaster today. I couldn't focus at all! After my mom mentioned Adam this morning... Ughhh, why did she have to do that?" I say to myself as I throw myself onto my bed.
I just can't seem to get this off my mind. Even if I could, I can't. Adam isn't one of those guys that I can just forget about and get over after time. We've been through so much together. We've had so many good memories, even before I realized I was in love with him.
Like that one time...
Flashback:
"How do you not know how to get there by now? You've only dropped me off at Adam's house like a million times." I say to my mom with slight annoyance.
"I don't know, I just can't remember. You know I'm awful with directions." She replies hastily.
She is telling the truth. If anyone was bad at directions it was her. I swear my mom even lost her way to our own house once. I was used to it though. I have my good sense of direction from my father. I could go somewhere once and remember exactly where it was. My mom would have to go there repeatedly, memorize the exact route she took and then use that way every single time. It didn't matter how time-consuming it was, she always used one way to find everything.
"There it is!" I exclaim, as we pull down Adam's street.
Adam and I were just planning to hang out at his house again; like we normally did every other week or so. We would go up to his room and listen to music. This was nice because we always had the same favorite bands. We would also play video games, or I would watch him play. Then maybe we would watch something dumb on Cartoon Network and talk through it.
Today was different. I walked up the driveway, and then rang the doorbell. (I also knocked on the door, because he has the kind of doorbell that you can't hear from the outside so you're not sure if it's broken or not.) Once someone answers the door, I look up to see his brother, Aaron, who is like ten years old.
"Hi Aaron, is your brother home?" I ask him sweetly.
There are four younger boys living in the house, but he knows I'm looking for Adam already.
He looks up and says, "Go ahead up."
"Thanks kiddo."
I leave my black converse at the front door and then run up the stairs and head for Adam's room. Before I even enter the room I can tell he's just laying there. Adam is a rather lazy guy, but so am I. That was another thing we had in common.
"Hey you," I say. "What's up?"
He sits up from his bed. "Whoa, I didn't even hear you come in."
"Yeah, Aaron let me in. So what's up?" I ask him again.
He now stands up, "not much really, I was just about to go downstairs and get some food."
By food he means ice cream, or tortilla chips and salsa. Maybe even some leftovers if his brothers haven't managed to finish them off already. So he heads off downstairs to the kitchen. He doesn't even have to say anything; I know to just follow him.
Once we're downstairs, he turns and gives me a big hug, which catches me off guard.
"What was that for"? I ask surprised.
"Oh, I didn't give you one when you came in so, yeah." He smiles at me then continues towards the refrigerator.
His mom is in the kitchen. This also shocks me because I almost never see his mom. It doesn't upset me though; Adam's mom isn't exactly someone that a lot of people like. I really feel bad for Adam half of the time, because his mom is such a bitch to him. Though when I do happen to see her I smile extra big because I really, really want her to like me. Adam says she does, but I find that hard to believe, she doesn't like any of Adam's friends. Literally. I don't really think she likes anyone; she's always drunk and pissed off.
"Hi Adam's mom," I say excitedly.
She turns to say, "oh, hello Evelyn."
"It looks like you are making something?" I'm trying really hard to make conversation while Adam is rummaging through the freezer. He's probably looking for some cookies & cream ice cream just like I had thought.
"Ummm, yeah. I'm going to make chocolate chip cookies." She says.
"Oh, would you like any help?" I ask her politely, "I love to cook."
Adam and his mom both look up shocked that I just asked to help out.
I think his mom is more shocked because she's assumes that all of Adam's friends call her the devil once her back is turned. Which isn't exactly false, but I would never say that out loud. I think Adam is just shocked because I would go as far as baking with his mom to get her to like me.
"Sure, go ahead." She replies.
"Great, where do we start?"
After we get everything together, she kind of lets me mix all the ingredients. While this is going on Adam decides not to eat anything because he wants cookies. So he's sitting on the couch watching Family Guy, which is his favorite show. I don't even think he remembers that he told me that. The truth is that I remember everything he tells me. I remember that his birthday is December 17th. I remember that his favorite color is blue, and that he wants to go to college in Colorado. I remember everything he tells me whether it's important or not.
Once the cookies are in the oven, his mom grabs one of the mixing bowls and turns on the sink to start the dishes.
I grab the bowl from her and say, "No Mrs. Burgess let me get these. You can go ahead and relax."
She smiles at me, and then goes to sit.
"Wow, she just actually smiled." I thought to myself. "I bet that doesn't happen often."
I continue to clean all the dishes, and Adam's mom says out loud."You know Adam, you could do really well if you had a woman like Evelyn in your life."
We both freeze.
"Whoa. Did she just say Adam and I together?" I say to myself. By the look of Adam's face I'm guessing he was thinking that exactly the same thing I was.
Before Adam's mom had said that I had never thought of us together, like as a couple. Adam had always been my partner in crime. All of our friends joke from time to time that Adam and I would marry each other, but I never thought anything of it. We weren't like that; we couldn't be right? I thought about it a little more, and gave the biggest smile to Adam and then handed him a cookie.
"Could we really be together?" I asked myself.
Present:
"Wow that feels like forever ago." I say. "Who knew that I would end up having this much feeling for him? Back then I couldn't even imagine us being more than best friends."
I take a big sigh, and go online.
It's become a regular routine. I'll log in, check if I have any messages from Adam. I most likely won't though. I've been checking for four weeks now and I haven't heard a word from him. It's really killing me. He knew I liked him; I didn't need to tell him. Right now I didn't even need me to love him back. I just needed him to be there for me, like he always has.
I click on my sent messages and click on the last thing I sent him.
"Adam,
I know you know already, but I feel like I need to tell you myself.
I like you. I really, really like you.
And I know you can't return those feelings.
So just let me know if we can continue being best friends, because if I lost you I would feel like such a fool.
-Evelyn."
Gosh. Why did I send that message? I wish I could have just let it go. I love him so much, that's why. I wanted him to hear it from me. But now, he won't talk to me, he hasn't answered my message. What do I do?
"I'll send one more message, I'm tired of waiting. If he's going to be my friend then he'll need to answer, if not then I need to move on already. I don't expect him to love me back; I just can't stand myself without him in my life." I say to myself.
So I open a new message, and start to type hesitantly.
"Adam, are we even friends anymore? I just need to know."
And then I click send without even thinking...
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Chapter Two:
"Work was a disaster today. I couldn't focus at all! After my mom mentioned Adam this morning... Ughhh, why did she have to do that?" I say to myself as I throw myself onto my bed.
I just can't seem to get this off my mind. Even if I could, I can't. Adam isn't one of those guys that I can just forget about and get over after time. We've been through so much together. We've had so many good memories, even before I realized I was in love with him.
Like that one time...
Flashback:
"How do you not know how to get there by now? You've only dropped me off at Adam's house like a million times." I say to my mom with slight annoyance.
"I don't know, I just can't remember. You know I'm awful with directions." She replies hastily.
She is telling the truth. If anyone was bad at directions it was her. I swear my mom even lost her way to our own house once. I was used to it though. I have my good sense of direction from my father. I could go somewhere once and remember exactly where it was. My mom would have to go there repeatedly, memorize the exact route she took and then use that way every single time. It didn't matter how time-consuming it was, she always used one way to find everything.
"There it is!" I exclaim, as we pull down Adam's street.
Adam and I were just planning to hang out at his house again; like we normally did every other week or so. We would go up to his room and listen to music. This was nice because we always had the same favorite bands. We would also play video games, or I would watch him play. Then maybe we would watch something dumb on Cartoon Network and talk through it.
Today was different. I walked up the driveway, and then rang the doorbell. (I also knocked on the door, because he has the kind of doorbell that you can't hear from the outside so you're not sure if it's broken or not.) Once someone answers the door, I look up to see his brother, Aaron, who is like ten years old.
"Hi Aaron, is your brother home?" I ask him sweetly.
There are four younger boys living in the house, but he knows I'm looking for Adam already.
He looks up and says, "Go ahead up."
"Thanks kiddo."
I leave my black converse at the front door and then run up the stairs and head for Adam's room. Before I even enter the room I can tell he's just laying there. Adam is a rather lazy guy, but so am I. That was another thing we had in common.
"Hey you," I say. "What's up?"
He sits up from his bed. "Whoa, I didn't even hear you come in."
"Yeah, Aaron let me in. So what's up?" I ask him again.
He now stands up, "not much really, I was just about to go downstairs and get some food."
By food he means ice cream, or tortilla chips and salsa. Maybe even some leftovers if his brothers haven't managed to finish them off already. So he heads off downstairs to the kitchen. He doesn't even have to say anything; I know to just follow him.
Once we're downstairs, he turns and gives me a big hug, which catches me off guard.
"What was that for"? I ask surprised.
"Oh, I didn't give you one when you came in so, yeah." He smiles at me then continues towards the refrigerator.
His mom is in the kitchen. This also shocks me because I almost never see his mom. It doesn't upset me though; Adam's mom isn't exactly someone that a lot of people like. I really feel bad for Adam half of the time, because his mom is such a bitch to him. Though when I do happen to see her I smile extra big because I really, really want her to like me. Adam says she does, but I find that hard to believe, she doesn't like any of Adam's friends. Literally. I don't really think she likes anyone; she's always drunk and pissed off.
"Hi Adam's mom," I say excitedly.
She turns to say, "oh, hello Evelyn."
"It looks like you are making something?" I'm trying really hard to make conversation while Adam is rummaging through the freezer. He's probably looking for some cookies & cream ice cream just like I had thought.
"Ummm, yeah. I'm going to make chocolate chip cookies." She says.
"Oh, would you like any help?" I ask her politely, "I love to cook."
Adam and his mom both look up shocked that I just asked to help out.
I think his mom is more shocked because she's assumes that all of Adam's friends call her the devil once her back is turned. Which isn't exactly false, but I would never say that out loud. I think Adam is just shocked because I would go as far as baking with his mom to get her to like me.
"Sure, go ahead." She replies.
"Great, where do we start?"
After we get everything together, she kind of lets me mix all the ingredients. While this is going on Adam decides not to eat anything because he wants cookies. So he's sitting on the couch watching Family Guy, which is his favorite show. I don't even think he remembers that he told me that. The truth is that I remember everything he tells me. I remember that his birthday is December 17th. I remember that his favorite color is blue, and that he wants to go to college in Colorado. I remember everything he tells me whether it's important or not.
Once the cookies are in the oven, his mom grabs one of the mixing bowls and turns on the sink to start the dishes.
I grab the bowl from her and say, "No Mrs. Burgess let me get these. You can go ahead and relax."
She smiles at me, and then goes to sit.
"Wow, she just actually smiled." I thought to myself. "I bet that doesn't happen often."
I continue to clean all the dishes, and Adam's mom says out loud."You know Adam, you could do really well if you had a woman like Evelyn in your life."
We both freeze.
"Whoa. Did she just say Adam and I together?" I say to myself. By the look of Adam's face I'm guessing he was thinking that exactly the same thing I was.
Before Adam's mom had said that I had never thought of us together, like as a couple. Adam had always been my partner in crime. All of our friends joke from time to time that Adam and I would marry each other, but I never thought anything of it. We weren't like that; we couldn't be right? I thought about it a little more, and gave the biggest smile to Adam and then handed him a cookie.
"Could we really be together?" I asked myself.
Present:
"Wow that feels like forever ago." I say. "Who knew that I would end up having this much feeling for him? Back then I couldn't even imagine us being more than best friends."
I take a big sigh, and go online.
It's become a regular routine. I'll log in, check if I have any messages from Adam. I most likely won't though. I've been checking for four weeks now and I haven't heard a word from him. It's really killing me. He knew I liked him; I didn't need to tell him. Right now I didn't even need me to love him back. I just needed him to be there for me, like he always has.
I click on my sent messages and click on the last thing I sent him.
"Adam,
I know you know already, but I feel like I need to tell you myself.
I like you. I really, really like you.
And I know you can't return those feelings.
So just let me know if we can continue being best friends, because if I lost you I would feel like such a fool.
-Evelyn."
Gosh. Why did I send that message? I wish I could have just let it go. I love him so much, that's why. I wanted him to hear it from me. But now, he won't talk to me, he hasn't answered my message. What do I do?
"I'll send one more message, I'm tired of waiting. If he's going to be my friend then he'll need to answer, if not then I need to move on already. I don't expect him to love me back; I just can't stand myself without him in my life." I say to myself.
So I open a new message, and start to type hesitantly.
"Adam, are we even friends anymore? I just need to know."
And then I click send without even thinking...
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