Can't take the kid from the fight Who: Evan and Erika Forsythe Where: The Forsythe family home When: Afternoon
Evan couldn't stare at that flag anymore. It wasn't enough that he had to get a strange package delivered on a Sunday, of all days, but the fact that it had that in it? He was all but convinced that it had to be from Dorcas. Who else would send him an invitation and a British flag? If that wasn't asking him, in some fucked up, roundabout way, to come to England, then he didn't know what was.
Either way, it didn't change the fact that he wasn't going. He hadn't even talked to Dorcas since she left, a long while ago, and he was okay with that. Really, he was. Sure, he wasn't dating anyone else, but he didn't see himself as alone. He had good friends, in Alex and Graham, and he knew Dorcas wasn't the one for him. If he'd been able to let that go, then so should see. It wasn't so hard, after all.
Having it all shoved in his face just brought all those memories back in force, though. So he did the first thing he thought of. He took the invitation, wrote a letter to Dorcas on it, and then burned it. It made him feel better, at least. And Erika, who'd been all over finding out who sent him the flowers, was supposed to be stopping by soon with booze in hand. Booze was good.