Forever Young

"It was the first kiss and the first time I felt connected to anything."


11. Chapter 11

Grace's POV:

*Midnight; Grace's apartment*

When Eve knocks on my door 2 days after our double date, she seems lighter, brighter, happier. Not all down and dark like usual. She's wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a shirt that's way to big, but she styled it with a belt, so I guess it's cute.

"Hey girl, you sleeping over?" I hug Eve whilst shutting the door behind her. Things around my apartment get creepy at night.

"Yea," She smiles and hands me her duffle-bag

"So… What'd you and Ashton do after I left?" I nudged her arm, she laughs.

"Nothing. Oh, but I did run into Drake." She sits in the living room as I walk into the kitchen to get drinks.

"Drake?! Perverted Drake? That Drake?!" 

"Yes." She rolls her eyes, I join her on the couch.

"Thanks." She says and takes a sip of her orange juice.

"Luke is so amazing, Eve." I say, she gives me a fake smile but it doesn't reach her eyes.

"That's great…"

"Yea! I mean, even though we just met, it seems like we've known each other for years. I just like him so much, I don't know how to explain it…"


Eve's POV:

I'm sure you like him, Grace. He's nice, he's sweet, he's cute, and just your type. But goddammit shut the fuck up about you and your perfect relationship… I don't know why It pisses me off, but it does. Yesterday I saw her and Luke walking around the mall, holding hands, kissing, play fighting, all that lovey dovey shit. I guess I'm just mad because I can't do that. I can't see Ashton everyday, we both have lives, and jobs. And I can't walk around in public with him. What will people think? Pedophile. That's what they'll think. I just plaster that same fake smile on my face and hope she can't see through it.

"What's wrong?" She asks.


"Do you expect me to believe that shit?" Her eyes are so bright, loving, caring. I can't lie to her.

"Well… It's just…" My mind wonders.

"It's just what?"

"It's just that, well you and Luke are so… You can, ya know? And I can't cause, ya know… And he's so, ya know. and Ashton's so," I flush. "You know?"

She stares at me blankly.

"Yea, Eve I didn't get any of that…"

"Just forget it." I take her empty glass and make my way towards the kitchen, Grace follows me.

"No tell me, I want to know. Is it because of me?" She asks.

"No… Well yes, actually no."


"I'm sorry! I just…. I don't know how to explain it." I sigh and take a seat at the dinner table, she joins me.

"Okay, well is it Ashton?"

"No, god no."

"Is it Luke?"

I stare at her for a moment, my expression numb. I nod slowly.

"Is it about me and Luke?"

I nod. She frowns. "What'd we do?" She asks.

"It's not what you did, it's just the way you are…"

"Is this because I'm happy?"

"No! Grace, no not at all… I just, I'm guess I'm just tired of hearing how perfect you guys are together."

"Well, sorry for waisting your time…"

"Grace, you know that's not what I meant."

"Well then what did you mean Eve? Huh?"

"I just meant maybe you can stop bragging about it, it's really obnoxious."

"Look I'm sorry that you can't go out with your guy but don't be jealous because I can!" She stands to her feet.

"Jealousy?! You think this is about jealousy?!" I stand to my feet with her. "Grace, I'm nowhere near jealous of you and Luke! I mean, you met fucking yesterday! How the hell could I be jealous of such a bitch ass relationship. I mean, it's not even real!"

"You wanna talk about real?! You wanna talk about not being real?!?!" Her voice gets higher.

"What's not being real is daydreaming about a guy, 5 years older than you, and making some fake shit up in your head that he ACTUALLY cares for you!! Eve, you're so naive!! So fucking naive!! You think, if he really loved you, he would have been eyeing that blonde all night?! Huh?! Bitch, he just wants to fuck you and toss you aside, and I believe, deep down, you know that. So stop fucking telling me about 'fake relationships' and shit when you don't even have one to begin with."

One single, silent tear quietly streams down my face.

"He does love me," I say through clenched teeth. "I know he does."

Grace steps back and laughs.

"Baby, if only you knew. He's no good for you! He's older, and he only wants one thing. Not to mention one thing you know absolutely nothing about!! Poor girl, you can't even sleep with him to please him! I honestly don't know why he's waisting his time on you." Her tone is so obnoxious, so cold. I push past Grace, heading for the door as the tears poor harder and harder and harder.

Don't let her see you cry. Don't let her know she broke you.

I finally reach the end of the sidewalk and just keep walking. The freeze of cold air rushes through me as I struggle to see anything in the midnight sky.

Then I slow down.

My heart rate is beating so fast and my cheeks are soaked, I wipe my eyes, hoping that my make-up isn't messed up, but not caring if it is.

I need to call someone.

I need to get away.

"Ashton," I sniffle his name into the phone, walking past the fifth street light.

"Eve, baby what's wrong?" His voice is groggy, it's 1:00am in the morning, he was probably sleeping.



"Can I come over?"

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