Evan Peters Imagines, Smut & Preferences

Evan Peters; I Don't Need Your Pity (Part 2)

Requested by: people who read part 1, basically.

Especially for the people who were crying on te couch and needed tissues. samtrue0321 ;)

It's been three weeks since you cut your friendship with Evan short.

Apparently he broke it off with Emma the day after you left his house, according to one of his thousand messages he send you.

Your mom, the only friend remaining in your life since your dog died last week, knew about it, of course.

Evan stood by your door every single day, sometimes twice a day, but you never let him in to talk to you.

But this morning when he called again, you decided to pick up.

Evan had been crying on the phone, begging you to talk to him so he could explain.

You gave in, and there he was, on your doorstep. 

'I'm not letting you in.' You said determined.

Evan nodded. 'Okay, then let's talk in your frontyard.'  

You sighed but closed the door behind you and followed him.

'I am so, so sorry for what I said to Emma. She was just so needy and I wanted to make her feel better.' 

'By saying you feel bad for me?' You cut him off quickly. 

Evan took a step closer to you. 'It wasn't the smartest move I made, I am very sorry. I swear I haven't cared for anyone more than I care for you. You are not lonely, and I don't pity you at all.' Evan's words were a storm of speed.

'So now you don't feel bad for me that I have no friends?' You cocked an eyebrow and crossed your arms.

'No,' Evan said confidently. 'I don't, because you are a strong young woman, and you don't need anyone to guide you through life because you can do everything alone. And you are my best friend, the best one I've ever had. I was just with my head in the clouds because of Emma.' 

'Not anymore now?' You wondered out loud.

'No, because it made me think, you see.' Evan's eyes were pleading. 'Without you, what am I going to do with my life? Who's going to help me buy goodlooking clothes? Who's going to watch comedies with me on my couch on friday night? Who's going to do my hair?' 

You couldn't help but giggle at that one, it was indeed son his hair was a mess in the morning.

'So, you don't pity me?' You pouted.

'Nope.' He smiled softly.

'Good.' You stated shortly. 'Wanna come inside? My mom baked cookies.' You smiled.

'Can I get a hug first?' Evan pouted like a little puppy. 

You didn't move from your spot but you extended your arms for him.

As he walked towards you he tripped over one of your mother's flowerpots, then he casually stood up and made a silly face. 'Oops.'

You couldn't help but laugh. 

Evan walked into your arms and embraced you tightly. 'I love you, little one.' He said as he pecked your hair.

You nuzzled your face in his shoulder. 'I know.' 

THIS SUCKED I KNOW I AM SO SORRY!!!!!