Salvation [Luke Hemmings A.U.]

VIII - Alone

Dedicated to my favorite cutie endlessstyles because she is always asking me when the next chapter will be posted plus she's a dork and ilhsm :-)

Margo:

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"So are we still on for today?" 

I sigh into the receiver of my phone, setting the razors that I was eyeing to buy down on the store shelving in order to give Evan my full attention. Despite five days having passed since Evan's incident, I do not feel any less frustrated with the childlike man. He has absolutely no sense of responsibility and it drives me insane.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Evan's arrogant tone rings through my right ear, snapping me out of my thoughts, and I can practically hear the knowing smirk in his voice. 

I lean against the shelving of the aisle, swallowing hard as I try to decide if I really do want to spend the day with him. "I dunno..."

Evan tuts on his end of the line, sounding almost exasperated. "Margo, you're still on about that?" He questions, referring to the night before my finals, "You're never one to hold a grudge..." He pouts, to which I roll my eyes despite him not being able to see me. 

"It's not a grudge, it's me being justifiably upset with you, Evan." I argue, continuing with my browsing of personal care items. 

"Margo..." He drags out my name indignantly, sounding annoyed with me by this point. "I thought we were over this, remember Friday? You were practically all over me." 

I huff at his immodesty, knowing full well that whatever he's referring to is a twisted version of the truth. "I was only 'all over you' because I had to carry your drunk ass home... again." 

"That's not how I remember it." 

I scoff at his brazen statement, not amused in the slightest. "I'm surprised you can remember anything, judging off of how wasted you were." 

Evan is silent for a moment, leaving me to wonder how he takes my snarky comment. Eventually, there is a sigh on his end of the conversation, causing me to smile as I am very proud of myself. 

"Fair enough." He pauses for a moment, "But I do remember you specifically saying that you wouldn't take me home if I got drunk again." 

I shake my head, not sure if I should be surprised by his nerve by this point. "I wasn't about to let you fend for yourself when you could barely stand on two feet."

There's yet another pause on Evan's part until he catches me completely off guard, "You know what? You're right, I've been an ass. I'm sorry. Can we please get together today? I'll make it up to you, I promise." 

I shake my head, furious at the fact that I want to say yes. I've never been one to be able to hold a grudge and it irritates me to no end. "Fine."

We end the conversation and I cannot help but feel as though I have lost a battle. Why can I never stand my ground?  Angrily, I eye the razors I was surveying earlier and snatch one off of the shelf, annoyed with my lack of willpower, begrudgingly making my way over to the cashier to ring me up.

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Evan plops himself down on the couch next to me, a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a beer in the other. 

"Any movies you had in mind?" He inquires, taking a swig out from the glass bottle of cheap alcohol.

I shake my head in response, curling my legs up on the make-shift, pull-out couch. "Not really, whatever you want-"