in too deep | Rewriting

27| E v e l y n ( Part 3)

"No, this is really a serious matter." Dad made a point. He looked like he was trying hard not to laugh.

"Always make sure you are well protected..." Evelyn got out of the kitchen, covering her ear all the way. She was sure she was blushing from head to toe.

Days ago, if anybody said to Evelyn she would be talking to her dad like this, she would've turned away. Now, look where she stood.

Evelyn closed the door with the biggest smile on her face she had had in a while. Suddenly everything seemed easier and at place. If only dad stayed the same like this, nothing would be a problem.

Her anxiety can go and screw itself. Evelyn didn't give a damn.

As soon as she hit the pillow, Evelyn was sleepy. The day was really long and stressful, it had gone from stress level 0-10-0-10, it was quite a drive.  It was a good thing that her father and she had finally started to communicate. Communication was the key. They might not have the best father-daughter relationship, still they had distance, that had built up from years of indifference.

Now that he was trying, Evelyn had a feeling, she would finally be happy.

Positive much?

If anxiety was a person, Evelyn would have given it the finger.

She picked up her phone from the nightstand and hit call right away. The excitement and the happiness was contagious and it could not be contained. It should be shared. There was only one person that came to her mind.

Even his caller ID brought a smile in Evelyn's face. She wondered how less it actually took to make her happy.

Mason picked up the phone right away.

"Hello," He said from the other side and yawned.

"Were you sleeping already?" Evelyn asked.

"No, I am doing my maths homework, why?" Mason said.

Evelyn groaned. She had completely forgotten about it. It was half past eleven now and she had no will to leave her comfortable bed.

"You haven't done it, have you?" He asked in a knowing tone.

"You ain't my teacher." Evelyn complained.

"You would get a detention. This is two days in a row." Mason said. He even remembered that.

Evelyn had forgotten done it the other day also. She wasn't feeling like studying after coming back home from Hillfar.

"Whatever. This is not why I called you. Why are you so boring?" Evelyn asked.

"Says Evelyn. That makes the two of us." Mason said. He was still writing and shuffling pages, Evelyn could hear the noise.

"Ouch, that hurt." Evelyn said smiling. If he only knew,what Evelyn had in her mind.

"I talked to Dad today." Evelyn said, her voice reflecting the happiness.

"Yeah, so?" Mason asked. Evelyn could bet he was solving a math.

"I talked to my dad, properly, like a nice daughter and he laughed with me." Evelyn said.

"That's great. What did you talk about?" He asked.

Evelyn didn't need to tell him, it was about him. If he knew, he would fly so high in the sky, he would never come down to earth. He was already a cocky bastard, he didn't need a boost.

"You don't need to know that," Evelyn stated.

"Did you talk about meeee?" He asked in a sing-song voice, like he knew.

This guy. God knows why I even consider liking him.

"No, why would we even do that?" Evelyn asked.

"I met your dad the other day, by the way." Mason said.

"You what?" Evelyn asked. Maybe that was how dad knew about his invasion.

"I was just coming down the ladder. He was in the ground. I looked down and he was looking at me. I couldn't decide whether to go up or down." Mason said.

"You should have screamed help. I would have saved you." Evelyn said.

"I considered that option. Your dad looked like a fire breathing dragon, shooting fireball through his eyes towards me. So I decided, I better die in the hands of a dragon. At least, it would be considered a heroic death." Mason replied.

"How come I not know this?" Evelyn asked.

"Well, it was not my best moment to share with you," Mason said.

"Hrmph, did he make you do sit ups?" Evelyn asked.

" Nope. I made it down. He was staring at me with his hands on his hip. I stared at him.He stared at me. I stared at him some little more. He stared at me some little more." Mason said. He was surely exaggerating by now.

"Then what? You realized you are in love with my dad?" Evelyn asked.

"No!" Mason replied. "He attacked me, with his fangs and claws out in broad day light." Mason said.

"Mason," Evelyn breathed. They were so far away from reality now, " You should write fantasy."

"And you said I am boring." Mason said. Evelyn could feel him pouting literally.

"Back to the story, this time, no fantasy." Evelyn demanded.

"Okay, milday." Mason replied. "He asked me a bunch of questions, like where did I take you and and...." He trailed off.

"And what?" Evelyn asked.

"And nothing," Mason said. There was something in his voice. He was lying.

"Spill." Evelyn said, "Spill right now."

"He gave me a dad talk, you know dude to dude, man to man talk. Nothing that would interest you." Mason said and cleared his throat.

"He did what?" Evelyn blinked and covered her mouth. "What had been dad up to lately?" She whispered.

Mason cleared his throat again. "Umm, I think I should, umm do my homework. See you at school. Night."

That was awkward.

Evelyn groaned. The thing between them was absolutely going nowhere. It was either ship or sink. Evelyn was not looking forward to the latter.

She might even consider the name Mavelyn now.

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