Eve Simpson

"Evelyn! Don't forget to make yourself some sandwiches!"

"It's all right, Mrs Garner," I insisted as she walked down the stairs. "I'll buy food. And please call me Eve."

"Oh, all right, then. Have fun."

"I will."

"Ignore my mom," Billy rolled his eyes, following me out of his house.

"I love your accent," I grinned at him.

"Yeah, but only 'cause you're the only British chic in a hundred mile radius."

"No, because you're from New York, and your accent is really strong."

"I love your accent, too." He laughed. "And that is because you're the only British chic in a hundred mile radius." Then, quite suddenly, he seemed nervous and uncomfortable.

I frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Hey, listen, I was trying not to spring it on you like this, but, uhh..." he groaned. "Eve, I'm breaking up with you."

I almost choked. There hadn't even been a build up or anything. He obviously hadn't tried very hard not to spring it on me. "You what?"

"Dammit. I put that a bit harsh, didn't I?"

"Harsh?" my voice had risen a few octaves and I was blinking back tears. "Just... just, a bit."

"Listen, Eve, I'm s-"

"No," I interrupted quietly. "Don't even say it. If you were sorry, you wouldn't have..."

 "Eve, come on."

"Leave me alone, Billy." and I walked away from him.


I sat on the steps backstage, watching Jenna put props into different boxes, and costumes onto hangers, and doing other stage manager stuff. She kept glancing at me, but I don't think she wanted to assume anything just in case she was wrong. 

Eventually, I spoke first. "Do you want some help with that?"

She looked over at me and shoved her glasses back up her nose. "Um, yeah. Would you mind highlighting all Alladin's lines on this script for me? I know it's not a proper job but I need it done so I can do stuff."

"No, no. It's fine." So I did that for a while, until a tear dripped onto the paper and I had to wipe my eyes, and Jenna finally asked me what was wrong. "Billy dumped me."

"Well he's kinda stupid, unless he did it 'cause he thinks you're too good for him." This was why I liked Jenna. She was always so nice. 

"He didn't give a reason." I said. "He didn't really seem too bothered."

"Then he really is stupid. I mean, who would want to dump you?" She raised an eyebrow at me. "You're so nice, and you have amazing hair, and you make people laugh." She smiled at me. "Not to mention your brilliant accent." 

"Jenna, you are a great friend," I smiled back the best I could, then sighed and changed the subject. "Is there anything else you need help with?"

She thought for a second. "No, but I think Cara might."

"All right, then," I got up. "Thanks, Jenna."

Jenns shrugged and pushed her glasses up her nose again. "No problem."

So I went off to find Cara, or any other jobs to take my mind off Billy.

The End

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