Evan fucking Elwood (notthistime) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-04-20 19:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | april 2010, evan elwood |
Who: Evan and Max
What: talkin 'bout feelings cause one is stoned and one is drunk
Where: bar to start (for Evan) and then Max's apartment
When: 4/20
Rated: R for language, I s'pose
Evan slapped his hand down on the Pub's bar. "Barkeep! I'll take another one." The bartender gave him a look as Evan nearly slipped off the stool. "I think you've had enough," he said, pulling Evan's glass away from him. Evan frowned, pawed around at his pants looking for his wallet and then tossed a credit card his way. "Keep the change," he said, clumsily standing up and heading towards the door. He wasn't driving, thankfully. The bartender knew this, shook his head and shoved the card in the cash drawer to return to Evan tomorrow.
Evan hadn't really been in a good mood for the past couple weeks. He was having a shitty time sleeping-- tossing and turning most nights, and nightmares the rest. He knew it had to do with Max's accident, and though it wasn't his best friend's fault, he still couldn't bare to look at him. It was all psychological, he knew, but that didn't stop the sick feeling that rose in Evan's stomach every time he thought of that night. He couldn't even look at the floor in the bathroom anymore. The blood was long gone but the sight of Max laying there unconscious was forever burned into his memory. He didn't know what he'd do without his best friend and now, unintentionally, he'd pushed him away.
"Fuck." Evan hung his head as he walked down the street towards his house. "I'm the shittiest friend ever." He was talking to himself. Now, he was crazy, too. Or drunk. Too drunk to function, almost. Walking in the middle of the road in the middle of the night wasn't really a great idea, but Evan had had worse. Like now, when he suddenly decided, spur of the moment, that he was going to go over to Max's apartment and apologize. Max had to hear him out. He loved his best friend. He fucking loved him. The guy was like a brother to Evan. He had to know that Evan would never purposely avoid him or cause "stuff" between them.
It didn't take very long to get to Max's. His apartment was on the way to Evan's from the bar. It did, however, take him a minute to get to the door. There was a small detour towards the bushes where Evan bent over and relieved the last four drinks of the night. Thank goodness there were no neighbors awake. In fact, it looked like Max's entire building was asleep-- there were no lights on. Evan was grateful as he wiped his mouth and approached the front door. The first thing he did was push the buzzer to Max's apartment several times. When it took longer than a few seconds to be buzzed up, Evan began banging on the door.
"Max," he whispered, despite his loudness otherwise, "Max, I know you're in there and I know I'm a shitty guy but you gotta listen to me. Open up!"