❝ — she spoke w i t h o u t words. she absorbed the world through her eyes. a smile meant a lot; she didn’t smile for just anyone. and when she did speak, she meant what she said. you should be afraid of girls like that. because they don’t come around that often. ❞
Upon her arrival, an abundant amount of large boxes were already placed outside by her unit. “Jesus,” she murmured and licked her lips as she brought in a couple of smaller boxes inside the living area. Cameron turned around alerted to hear rustling in the background and she ran her fingers through her hair. “Hello?” She called out and jumps as she walks out to see someone carrying her box. “If your name is Cameron Davis, feel free to take whatever is yours but as far as I know, love, these boxes are mine.” Cameron chortles heartily, nibbling on her lower lip.
Shocked to find a maze of boxes on the way to her own place, Evie had stopped to investigate. It seemed as though yet another soul had decided to take residency here, something that left the belle beaming as she picked a box up from beneath her feet. She’d expected to simply move it to the side, possibly even carry it somewhere for whatever new neighbor it belonged to, but instead was startled to hear its owner calling out to her. “I’m so sorry,” she squeaked, face flaming as she gently returned the box to the floor. “I was just trying to help, but um, I see how that could have been misinterpreted.” Letting out an awkward laugh, Evelyn wiggled her fingers in a wave. “I’m Evie, actually, and I’ve got my own apartment of stuff to steal, but it’s nice to meet you--I’m assuming--Cameron Davis.”
Just my luck, they would lose my bags on the trip home. I mean I guess it’s not as bad as losing them on the way to the Bermudas, but all my camera equipment is in there so I’m kind of fucked at the moment.
A man without his camera is like a dog without a bone, or so I’ve heard. It’s good to see you though, darlin’, even with the negative circumstances of losing your equipment.
Send “✆” for a MORNING text.
Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.
Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.
Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.
Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.
Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.
Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.
Send “#” for a RANDOM text.
Send “@” for a SCARED text.
Send “&” for a LOVING text.
Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.
Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.
Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.
Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.
who: evie, carter, an eloise mention
what: evie is moving back to georgia!!
when: not too long from now--a month in the future, perhaps
where: eclc for the last time
etc: i decided that evie would move back to georgia after all of this cries but um she comes back ofc and they’d all stay in contact and god it hurts
On this fateful morning, the birds outside Evelyn’s apartment window seemed to chirp a little louder than usual, the sun glaring through her window at a spectrum much brighter than she’d grown accustomed to in the moggy old city of Manhattan. It’d been nearly two years since she’d moved to the city, almost half of that being spent here in the condos. It was surreal, finally leaving, but there was no doubt in Evie’s mind that it was the right decision. She was finally ready to go home--her real home. Now with concrete minds in plan, the world Evelyn had once considered to be similar to a rubix cube--jumbled and unsolvable--seemed to be coming together, each loose end tied effortlessly in a bow.
Holding Eeyore’s cage in one hand, a floral print suitcase in the other, Evie took one last lap through her apartment, eyeing each empty corner. The only thing that now occupied her once homey apartment was empty space, all of her furniture having been sold or shipped sometime in the previous week. It was hard, returning to her roots, but after the chaotic few years she’d spent in the city, Evelyn had decided that it was best to take refuge in the quiet of the country--at least until she made it through college. Of course, there were still things keeping her grounded to New York--Carter being one in particular--but besides her friends and her boyfriend, Evie had to admit she wouldn’t miss much of the polluted state for the next few years. It’d been a journey, but it was time to say goodbye to New York, at least for the time being.
Belongings in hand, Evie locked the door to her luxury condo one last time, beginning her final trek down the hall. On the way, she tapped lightly on a few doors, saying her last goodbyes to the rest of her friends--vowing not to go a day without calling. In that moment she decided these people were truly lovely, people she couldn’t imagine spending the rest of her life without. With a goodbye kiss from a certain someone Eloise, Evelyn Ross was outside meeting her cab, the driver immediately packing her suitcase in the trunk. Finally, it was time for the hardest goodbye, one she’d prolonged until this exact moment.
Turning around, Evie glanced up at Carter, who’d trailed after her as she’d said her last farewells. She had to admit, it hurt, the idea of leaving him hurt. “You know I love you, right?” she whispered, taking hesitant steps to close the last few inches between them, her arms snaking around his waist. With the hopes of keeping him closer if only for another moment, she kept her grip tight, head against his chest as she breathed in his familiar scent of fabric softener and bourbon. “And it’s goodbye for now, darlin’, but I promise I’ll be back to visit all the time. But in the mean time you can enjoy being a free man, hm?” Evelyn laughed despite herself, pulling away from him enough to meet his eyes, noting that even though Carter’s lips were turned in a smile, there was something sad about the way they quivered. “I love you,” she reiterated, cupping his cheek as she gave him one last, lingering kiss. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” She repeated the three words over and over again, an unstoppable phrase that flowed freely from her lips as she slid into the backseat of the cab, Eeyore’s cage beside her.
Rolling down her window to keep the barrier of glass from separating them, Evie held out her hand, clutching his in her own. “Anything,” Carter told her, sounding so sure, so absolutely confident in that one little word. Not only did it trigger an old memory for Evelyn--one of Carter practically promising her the world--but a large smile, one that contradicted the tears flowing from her eyes. “Anything,” she repeated, nodding fervently as she swiped at her eyes. And with that, the taxi drove forward, riding Evelyn into the metaphorical sunset... or at least the airport.
Alright, so after that, I just want to give a brief description of what happened to Evie after eclc, so here you go:
She moved back to Georgia for two years where she graduated from college with a chemistry degree
Her reason for leaving New York originally was that she was trying to escape from all the bad stuff--the memories of losing her baby, of Liam losing her, of every other stressful event. Plus, she wanted to do some soul searching, focus on discovering herself after all the chaos of her life in the concrete jungle
Eventually, she’d move back to Manhattan where she’d work in a big league lab as a chemist for about ten years before going back to school to get a Masters in teaching, which she’d from then on use to become a kindergarten teacher.
Naj hates me so she says Carter would never commit to a woman and will probably drink himself to death but I like to think that him and Evie would still be close, and they’d probably be each other’s forever booty call
Alternatively, she would marry Liam and have their kid (or kids depending on if he actually died) and live happily with her soldier
She’d never meet the Southern Belle stereotype, which is everything she’d been aiming for in life, so overall Evelyn Ross would end up happy.
Scarlett stared at Evelyn with a partial look of shock. She’d hit a nerve of some kind and for that she was truly sorry. Scarlett placed a hand on her stomach, glancing down at it. There was life growing inside her, a child both hers and Brandon’s. Scarlett always dreamed of the day she’d become a mother, though as a little girl she never expected it to be at such a young age. She always thought she’d be married and stable by the time she’d have a baby. It never occurred to Scarlett as a child that things didn’t always work out the way they were supposed to. “It’s j-just…um, well…I-I’m pregnant.” she whispered, keeping her eyes glued to the ground.
The announcement hit Evie harder than it should have--the girl sucking in a sharp breath at Scarlett’s confession. For a split second, rage surged within her, unnecessary anger at the idea of someone getting to be a mother, getting to have everything Evelyn had so naively almost believed she could have. With one look at the redhead’s fear-stricken face, though, Evie was instantly deflating, guilt flooding her for so selfishly finding anger in that moment. “I’m assuming it’s Brandon’s?” she asked, not so much accusatory as genuinely positive--Scarlett didn’t seem like the kind of girl to sleep around. “Does he know? Have you told him? Are you going to?” She felt bad for the series of questions she was firing, but curiosity got the better of her, and Evelyn felt it necessary to ask each of them. “Does anyone else know?” Evie finally whispered, barely daring to meet Scarlett’s eyes. She bit her lip, not awaiting the girl’s reaction before she was stepping forward, reaching to give her a quick hug. “It’ll be okay, Scar, really. I mean, I know it’s scary at first, but it’ll go away.”
“I want you
We can bring it on the floor
You’ve never danced like this before
We don’t talk about it
Dancing on, do the boogie all night long
Stoned in paradise
Shouldn’t talk about it,”
Aria was sprawled on her bed lazily, a cigarette dangling between her fingers. Her attention was fixated on the ceiling of the shared bedroom, eyes scanning over the intricate chandelier that hung proudly. She shut her eyes, feeling dizzied and dazed for a few seconds. With closed eyes, Aria brought the cigarette to her lips and took a long drag from it, welcoming the poison to fill her lungs. She opened her eyes the slightest bit and blew out smoke in the shape of rings. Aria sighed to herself in a strained, worn out sort of way. Though nothing had happened on her vacation, Aria came to the sudden realization of how tired she always was lately. She craved nothing more than to lie down and fall into an endless state of oblivion. The brunette forced herself to sit upright, scooting back to lean against the headboard of the bed.
She finished off the last of the cigarette and put it out in the ash tray set neatly on her designated bedside table. Aria was sharing a room with Addison and the two hadn’t spoken a word to each other since the moment they arrived at the mansion. The two had never gotten along and Aria always preferred her own company over spending time with others. Aria spent most nights out, only returning to the mansion late into the night with glitter in her hair and mascara staining her cheeks. The haze Aria had found herself in was promptly disrupted my a light tapping at her door. She instantly recognized the voice to be Evelyn’s, which almost brought a smile to her lips. Aria didn’t like most people, but she did like Evie. They made an unusual pair, yet Aria wouldn’t have it any other way. She pushed herself off the bed, taking a moment to attempt regaining her balance. Finding her way to the door, she opened it just a crack and then wide enough for Evelyn to come inside. “Hey,” she spoke, matching Evie’s hushed tone, “What’s up?”
Although the girl was never one to be seduced with danger, acts of rebellion always seeming to be below her, Aria brought out a dangerous side to Evelyn. A side that hinted of adventure, kissed the skin of adrenaline, and always left Evie with a rush, feeling as though she were invincible if she could be so mighty as to conquer the same feat as Aria Silvers. Maybe it was a bad case of hero worship, but Evie couldn’t help but bask in the other girl’s very presence--caught in the ethereal life of a bad girl. Besides, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Aria didn’t easily take to people, which never failed to make Evie smile, if only because she’d somehow been deemed as worthy. Even still, Evelyn’s harmless exterior always put her at a disadvantage when it came to trying to fit in with someone so effortlessly cool, which left her trapped in a game of cat and mouse, constantly racing to match Aria in the thrill.
Of course, that only fueled Evie to step further out of her comfort zone, which is why as she stepped into Aria’s shared room, she produced a bottle from her bag. “Vodka,” she announced quietly, proudly. Somehow, she’d managed to sneak an unopened bottle from a bar at one of the events they’d attended, harboring it for this very moment. “Remember? We said we could take a few shots, loosen up before the real deal,” Evie playfully reminded Aria, wiggling her eyebrows at the mention of their soon to be adventure. She wandered towards a stray chair in the room, dropping into it and smiling as she began to unscrew the cap of the bottle, the seal snapping in her palm. Halfway through though, Evie paused, quickly glancing up at Aria as a fearful thought manifested its way into the girl’s mind. “You didn’t forget, right? That you said you’d go with me to get a tattoo?” One of Evie’s hands slid behind her back, her fingers crossing in the hopes that she wasn’t making a fool of herself.
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