It's not Evelyn, it's EVE!

 I reached the large oak front door, and I rang the bell. Eric’s mother answered the door. 

“Oh, Evelyn, how are you sweetheart?” she asked me with a smile that didn’t quite come across as sincere. I tried not to get annoyed by the fact that she always gets my name wrong. It’s not Evelyn, it's EVE! I wanted to shout at her, but I maintained an air of cool distinction, and answered in as nonchalant a tone as I could muster.

“I’m great, thanks, Ms Lukeston,” I replied. Eric’s mother doesn’t like to appear old, so she prefers to be called ‘Ms’ rather than ‘Mrs.’, as she has deluded herself into believing that this method reduced her years. Yeah right. “I came to see Eric, is he here?”

“Oh, well he is supposed to be studying, but I guess you can see him for a while as you have come all this way.” she said in a disapproving tone. Ms Lukeston always shows disdain towards because I come from the other side of town. She thinks that my relationship with Eric is going to affect her social status, so she tries warding me off with her lack of manners. Really scary. Not.

“Wipe your feet on the mat before you come in. I don’t want that mud all over my house” she added as she floated away without a backward glance.

I let out a small sigh, and headed up the large staircase towards Eric’s room.

“Knock, Knock” I said as I reached his doorway. He was lying on his bed, playing video games on his massive flat screen TV. Studying, my ass! I thought to myself as I entered his room.

“Hey, babe. I didn’t know you were coming,” he said as he turn off his game, and spun to face me. He looked at me with his big blue eyes, and I could have sworn I saw a hint of guilt mixed in with the inevitable surprise that radiated from his expressive face. I brushed this thought aside.

“I just thought I’d visit you as we haven’t really had much of a chance this week to catch up,” I said as I sank down onto the edge of his bed.

“I’m really sorry about that, but I had some stuff to do with the guys this week” he said with a shrug, as though this statement fixed everything.

“What sort of stuff?” I began to say, when the door bell rang. Eric got up really quickly and began to bustle around his room, picking up various bottles of product of his shelves.

“Could you get that please, babe?” he asked looking at me with a puppy-dog expression. “My mum has gone outside, and I really need to have a shower.” He leaned over and pecked me on the cheek.“Thanks.” he said and walked out of the room speedily, before I could even reply.

“Sure thing.” I said quietly to myself. What was up with him today?

I made my way down the stairs to the door, muttering quietly to myself all the way. Sometimes I wondered why I was even dating Eric.

I swung the door open with more force than necessary, nearly knocking myself over. I regained my balance, straightened my shirt, and stepped out onto the front step, to greet the visitor.

The End

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