Going Off Script

Chapter One: Doom at your service

POV: EVANGELINE

"Eva, my love. Will you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"

Is this happening? Words I had never—not even in my wildest dreams, ever imagined hearing this from him as his deep and rich tone reached my ears. I can't believe Ethan is proposing to me right now. How in the world did I end up getting to be the girlfriend of such a handsome man?

"Oh my god, Yes, thousand times yes, Ethan! I would love to be your....."

"WAKE UP, Eva...If you don't wake up this instant, I swear you'll regret it!"

Of course, there's only one rational explanation for what's happening here. A dream. A very sweet dream interrupted by my lovely mother. I can vaguely hear my mother screaming in the distance. She tends to do that a lot. Screaming at me, I mean. My mother, who is usually a calm and collected person always loses her mind whenever I'm involved. Guess who is the person on the receiving end of her hot temper at this moment.

"How long are you going to keep sleeping? It's 1 pm already, when are you going to get yourself a job? At least have some shame." I can hear my mother louder now, near my bed. She's nagging at me again.

My blankets are snatched away, leaving me shivering without the warm cocoon I had in my bed. The cold breeze prickled my skin, making me wake up instantly.

"Evangeline!"

Yes, that's me. Evangeline June. Yes, you can definitely call me a 30-year-old, lazy but talented jobless person who writes in her spare time. I'm both broke and lazy-a terrible tempting combination.

Yes, I'm cursed.

And yes, I'm being dramatic.

I was named Evangeline because it was a piece of good news for my parents after they couldn't conceive for an extended period of time. I came to their life like a blessing in June which is the very reason I was named Evangeline June. Good news they got in June.

See, I'm dramatic for a reason. It's just in my genes passed down to me from my family.

Sitting right up, I squint my eyes to adjust to the brightness and stare at my mother.

"I'm awake now, thanks for ruining my sweet dream." I give her a dirty look.

"Damn it, mom, Ethan was about to propose to me, you know. You ruined our date" I begrudgingly add as my mother glares back at me and leaves my room.

My mother is aware of my obsession– as she says for Ethan. She absolutely abhors me spending the whole day thinking and staying cooped up with Ethan, but I swear I do hang out with my friends sometimes. Not when I'm busy ogling Ethan. I lay on my back again thinking about the possibility of actually becoming someone's girlfriend. Experiencing love was something I wasn't blessed with.

I get up still reeling from what happened in my dream and walk to the bathroom, dragging my body to reach there.

God, this wasn't where I had envisioned I would be at this point in life. I thought I would be somewhere amazing – an apartment of my own, a car, a husband, a name on everyone's lips. I thought I would be living it up in love and be a great writer, creating a life that everyone could be proud of- or jealous of.

Instead, here I am, living back with my parents where I grew up, groveling at my parent's feet.

I did live it up when I was in my twenties. Well, sort of.

Until I lost my job and lost my reality. In summary, I'm superb at making myself miserable. Turns out the real world is harsh to live in and unkind and unfair. Making it as a writer isn't as easy as it sounds.