Packing never came easy for Evelyn, sure she knew the basics; tooth brush, hair brush, panties. She also understood the law of packing, no matter what she’d leave something behind and that even the middle of nowhere had stores so nothing really was irreplaceable. Her suitcase laid on the bed open as she haphazardly threw things over her shoulder in its general direction. It was like a colorful whirlwind, clothes and toiletries flying all over the room. If life had taught her anything it was how to cram a lot of shit into one small suitcase. Indie punk blared in the room and Evelyn couldn’t help but bounce around spastically and un-rhythmically. One thing could be said about the way she packed, it was quick, thirty minutes in she was kneeling on her suitcase and triumphantly zipping it up.
“Hell yes! That’s right I always win! Bow down to me and all my awesomeness.” Evelyn jumped back onto her feet and blushed slightly at the absurdity of what came out of her mouth. She knew she was alone and no one could hear her but she still felt foolish. She half shoved and half dragged the suitcase out into the living room where it would stay until she loaded her car in the morning. Once done Evelyn plopped down on the couch, the music from her bedroom was still audible in the living room. Laying back her eyes closed and soon she feel into a light sleep, her dreams riddled with things that might come, mostly scenarios of her new family killing her. It was enough to make a girl paranoid. The knocking on her front door made her almost fall off the couch as she regained her bearings and realized that no one was chasing her with a rusty axe.
“Just a minute!” Evelyn yelled out as she stumbled to her feet and went to answer the door. Mitch stood there with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a shopping bag in the other.
“Guess it’s my turn to say sorry I’m a little late.” Mitch smiled sheepishly and held out the flowers.
“Oh, thank you.” Evelyn took the flowers and bit her tongue. She knew it was a very sweet gesture but a pointless one since she would be leaving for a week, she’d just have to remember to leave a note to Winter to throw them out. Mitch followed her into the kitchen while Evelyn searched around for the only vase she owned.
“So are you all packed?” Mitch took a seat at the kitchen table and watched Evelyn arrange the flowers haphazardly.
“Yeah got done in plenty of time to even take a nap. So what is in the bag?” Evelyn asked as she placed the vase on the kitchen table next to the shopping bag.
“Oh here look.” Mitch reached into the bag and pulled out a thin box.
“Jewelry?” Evelyn shied away from the box which just made Mitch chuckle.
“I know your fear of jewelry as gifts so stop it, it’s not for you.” Confused and yet intrigued Evelyn took and opened the box to expose a heart pendant on a slim gold chain.
“Umm it’s pretty?”
“It’s a vintage Tiffany heart necklace. I got a really good deal on it, it came from a friends estate sale.”
“Oh, congratulations.” Evelyn handed back the necklace and tried her hardest to show interest.
“Come here.” Mitch took her hand and gently pulled her down onto his lap.
“I’m sorry, I know that it’s a pretty piece and that its either old or made to look old, but other than that I don’t really get why you bought it.”
“Well your mother just got married, and I know it’s putting a strain on the relationship you have with her. I figured if you showed up with a gift she would feel more at ease, she’d feel like you accept what she did. So really that necklace is for your mother, and it’s from you.”
“Mitch, I don’t know what to say.” Mitch softly caressed her cheek gently turning her head towards him.
“You don’t have to say anything. I’ll just take my payment from these delectable lips.” Mitch teasingly pulled her in closer and licked her bottom lip making her give a little shiver of pleasure.
“Oh I don’t mind playing your indentured servant for the night.” Evelyn kissed him passionately, her fingers running through his thick dark short hair, tugging firmly. Mitch let out a growl as she sucked his lower lip, gently tugging it with her teeth before letting go.