"My Evie..." {A.P.}

°four

We stood in silence for a couple of seconds, before she awkwardly looked around, and I realized.

"Right," I said in alert. "This way," I said, gesturing down the street.

She gave a soft thankful smile, before following me when I lead her to the shop.

"The color fits you."

"Huh?" I questioned, looking down at her.

She smiled a little sweeter. "Your beanie. The colour fits you."

"Oh," I smiled. "Thank you."

And as if I wasn't shy already, I couldn't help but avoid eye contact. I'd never be able to hold it. And I'm sure I already looked like a thirteen-year-old girl who just got complimented by her life long crush.

I didn't even know her a week.

Xavier was right. This place was creepy. But, I liked a few things that were sold here. Like old records, and cameras, and some hippy stuff.

Once we stepped inside, it was as if Evie lit up. Her eyes looked around curiously, a small smile on her lips. She looked around quite as if she really adored the place. Until she passed some roadkill. That plastered a frown on her face.

"You must be my helpers."

Evie spun around, and we both met the shop owner. A woman, clearly something in her fourty's or older, with a wide smile on her lips.

"Yes, we both are," Evie smiled.

"Great. I have some jobs for you."

~

I was cursed with brushing dead animals. She was blessed with wiping off probably ancient cameras. They didn't even look like they worked. Way too old.

Something about this girl had me more shy than usual. Sure, I'm not a social butterfly, but she had me act differently. I've never like my beanies as much as now. And for some reason, I had the urge to buy more.

"You okay?"

I looked down, suddenly seeing Evie beside me, wiping some dust off of old records.

Then I realize I had stopped working, and just froze in thought.

Thought. Oh shit. Could she be reading my mind?

"You're in thought, I guess..."

Shit, no. Please.

"I didn't mean to think-"

"It's okay," she said, looking away. She turned her back to me, and I silently groaned.

I returned to the dead squirrel on the shelf, and the comb in my hand. She was lucky, me not.

"You can take a break," the owner said, smiling at us. "You've worked hard enough."

I saw Evie smile. "Thank you." She placed the records down, before turning to me. "Could you please show me this place that, uhm, fixes batteries, please?"

So many pleases. Oh God, please don't read my mind right now.

"Yeah," I said, clearing my throat.

After putting down the comb, I followed her out of Uriah's Heap, and she then followed me two streets down to the small phone shop. She handed her phone in, and he said it'd be ready in about twenty minutes, so we slipped into Weathervane for coffee.

She gave a soft giggle when we entered.

"Well you surely look quite, uhm, odd."

I looked up to see Xavier in a apron. He glared at us more than he seemed happy. I couldn't help but smile as well.

"Suits you," I complimented

"Yeah whatever," he groaned. "What can I make for you?"

"One hazelnut coffee please, you?" Evie asked, looking up at me.

"Uhm."

For a second I couldn't find the simplest two words: 'normal' and 'coffee'. I just stared at her; a beaming smile on her lips.

"Ajax?"

"Normal coffee," I spilled, making not only her, but also Xavier smile.

She turned to pay, but before she lift her card, I stopped her, lifting mine.

"I got it. You just paid for your phone."

"Thanks," she whispered.

We stepped back while Xavier made our coffees, yet I saw Evie look around, looking a bit anxious.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She looked at me. "Yeah. It's just... busy."

Telepath, I remembered. "Booth," I said, gesturing to an empty booth in the corner.

She agreed, and we slid in within seconds, her back facing the rest of the café.

"Is it loud?" I asked her.

Her eyes met mine, and for rhe first time I realized how green they were. A rare dark green. Some people would just say she had dark eyes, but they were an emerald-like dark green.

"Sometimes," she answered. "It differs from time to time. Sometimes other's thoughts are louder than mine. I hate those moments. They make me want to curl into a ball and blast music."

"You like music?" I asked, and for some reason trying as hard as possible to have her thoughts shift off of other's and onto mine.

"I do," she smiled.

"Who do you listen to?" I asked, eyeing Xavier, and begging hat he hurried up.

"Well a lot of people. Cavetown, Joji-"

"Oh I love Joji," I smiled.

A smile sweetened her lips. "You do? What's your favorite song?"

"Yeah Right."

"Oh that one's nice," she smiled, and a soft giggle followed.

At last Xavier placed our drinks down in to go cups.

Thank God he read my mind.

"Let's go, it's quieter outside."

She smiled, thanking Xaviwr at first, before standing up. I followed her out of the store, and for seconds I realized Xavier's eyes were on her. Odd. I wasn't even aware they knew each other.

"And yours?"

She frowned lightly, looking up at me. "My what?"

"Favourite Joji song?"

Her frown faded and a soft smile appeared. "Die For You."

"Oh in the new album?" I asked.

She nodded.

We picked up her phone, and just when were about to go back to Uriah's Heap, it was one. So we went straight to the town center.

And boy was that a blazing show they put on.

I saw Evie run with Enid, and I felt assured she'd be okay, while Xavier and I rushed behind the bleachers.

Yet, Wednesday kept playing music. She was one weird girl.