Present Day ⋆˚✿˖°

"Ow! You're pulling my hair." Evan whined, as if he wasn't the one squirming when you were trying to use a hair diffuser on his bleached curls. Despite knowing each other pretty much your entire life, Evan has always been such a dick. But, you loved him more than any of your other friends, for some reason.

Continuing to squirm, he was getting more impatient by the minute. "Seriously, though, how much longer is this gonna take? I wanna look hot but not this bad." He teased with that stupid Evan Rosier smirk.

Your feelings towards Evan were rather... confusing. Sometimes, you wanted to punch him straight in the face. However, you would also occasionally get the urge to make out with him. Before, you'd blame it on puberty. But, you weren't twelve anymore. You were sixteen, having sexually confusing thoughts about your best friends.