Around two years ago, when Evan had just moved into a new small town, you caught his eye. It was strange, unfamiliar, and unfortunate. Evan would have never gone for some like you in his past, although there was something about your uncanny behavior that drew him.

His old reputation carried along with him because of his grumpy nature. Evan was a judgmental and moody person at nature.

He’d always put up with your weirdness, regardless to how rude he was and can be; he loved you in his own aggressive ways. For example, Evan could call you annoying then force you to tell him everything going on in your brain. It was rough love.

“I’m drinking.” Evan randomly texted you with a picture of him holding a beer and flipping the camera off. He always let you know what he was doing. Or just texted you randomly to talk to you without saying he wanted to.