I think I'm ready to leap, I'm ready to live Who: Evan and Erika (and probably Erika's familiar Petunia too) Where: Erika's house When: Early evening
In retrospect, Evan probably should have called Erika to tell her he was coming over. It wasn't the first time it had happened and he was sure it wasn't going to be the last, but at least he wasn't coming over because something had gone wrong. No surprise gifts, no British flags, none of that shit. Evan was grateful for it, because the last thing he wanted to was spend time thinking about Dorcas, ever. End of story. While he couldn't be sure for certain it was her, who else was going to send him a blank invite and a flag from her home country? Shit, all of his friends, not to mention his sisters, had been thrilled when they finally broke up, so that really should have told him something.
He'd learned his lesson since then, though. At least, he thought so. He'd much rather think of Savvy, if he was being honest with himself. Not that they were anything more than friends, or that she wanted to be anything more than friends, but a boy could dream, couldn't he? She was cute, she was funny, and he enjoyed being around her. And bonus! She wasn't a bitch! And he was fairly certain he could bring her around the family at some point and she'd be able to hold her own. Not that he was going to ask her to that yet. Otherwise, it could just be cruel and unusual punishment. After all, after meeting Jasper and the best walk of shame Evan ever had the honor of being a part of, he knew Erin probably had plans to get him back.
Things Evan regretted about that: nothing.
For now, though, he had a bag full of Chinese food in hand as he sprinted up the stairs to Erika's actual home. The flower shop was cool and all, just not what he needed right now. Her car was here, so she was totally home. He amused himself by tapping out a song on her front door, trying to match the beat in his head, while he waited for her to answer.