SAY YOU WILL [chanel/elisha]

[EVAN NATHANIEL RAMSEY]

TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

Another trip to infirmary. Evan was always surprised that the school didn't just designate a bed for him there with NHL bedsheets and have his University mail there. It felt like his trips there were almost daily. Maybe that was an embellishment, but they were nearly weekly which was a lot even for one of their athletes. He knew he didn't have a concussion. He'd had them before, when he was a teenager playing community hockey, but this was just a simple crash on the ice. The blood wasn't even coming from his head, but from his ear that he'd fallen on. Laughing, the nurse stitched it up, gave him two Advils, and went through the usual spiel she gave him. Even she had to chuckle her way through it since she knew Evan could have recited it back to her word for word.

Evan knew that after practice he was going to be pressed time. It was his own fault because he was always trying to fit everything into a day, it was impossible to keep up and on schedule. However, due to the impromptu trip to the nurse's office, Evan was even later for his date with Chanel. It had been his idea, too, it wasn't as if she had nagged him to take her out. They just hadn't gone out on a real date in quite some time and he thought it would be nice. At one of his last lunches with his sister, Erin, she had been talking about how she used to worry about falling into a pattern with her boyfriend, a comfort zone of staying in and watching TV with one another while they ate day old sushi, and though she seemed content with it now, Evan didn't want that for him and Chanel. The fighting used to keep things fresh, but he could tell his explosions were getting old. However, he couldn't control them despite his best efforts.

He rushed, ignoring his head ache, off campus, running the whole way to his fraternity to shower the stench of hockey off him and then perform the quickest quick change any of his brothers had ever seen and there had been a lot of fast dressing in that place. The amount of times angry boyfriends had stalked in to claim their girlfriends that one of the guys were boning was ranging on countless. He threw on one of his darker pair of jeans exchanging his black cotton sweats for them, and buttoned up a blue shirt, but left it untucked. They weren't going to RAW or even to some fancy ball. It was just supposed to be the two of them, drinks, and good food. Evan caught a glimpse of the time on the wall as he skipped over the stairs. Their clock was never right, but he knew that he was late. So he opted for his casual Nike runners over actual dress shoes. He didn't even know if he had a pair anymore and he couldn't be bothered to look.

On the subway, he sent Chanel a text, apologizing for running late and simply saying that hockey practice had gone on longer than it had. He told her to order and not wait for him, but that he was on the train over. Evan didn't think she needed to know about his ear. She'd see the stitches anyway if he was angled a certain way or if she moved his hair behind it. Besides, Chanel just seemed to notice things like that. When Evan hopped off the first train, train B, he waited against the pole for the next but it wasn't long before he was on it. There were no seats since everyone's work day was ending and even the prep school kids were heading home in their uniforms. He leaned his body against one of the germ infested silver rails and shut his blue eyes. He had taken both Advils in the shower, but they only cut the pain of his fall in half. It was still beating through his body. Evan rested, ignoring the vibrations of his phone that were in the pocket of his pants next to his stuffed leather wallet and then jumped off the train and rushed into the streets. A short twenty minute cab ride later and he was there, at The Hidden Cove. It was September, so the beach was more vacated than usual, but Evan was holding onto the summer for as long as he could. Besides, he and Chanel had their best times on the beach.

Upon walking in, Evan smiled and nodded at the young hostess. She was combing through her short blond hair with her red painted nails, but she seemed nervous. Maybe, it was her first day. Lucky for her, Evan didn't require her help. He spotted the back of Chanel's head on the other side of the place . He winked at the little blond before rushing by her towards his girlfriend of forever.

“Remind me to pick somewhere closer next time.” He whispered from behind her, his warm breath wrapping around her neck before he kissed her clavicle and then cheek. Evan moved around to sit on the other side of the table, but his eyes dove into her's once he was seated. “You look gorgeous.” He told her honestly, letting his stare roam over her shoulders, down her arms, around her chest, and then back up to her face. “People probably have no idea why you're out with such a scruff. Bet they think it's a pity date.” He laughed. Sometimes Evan thought he was alright looking. Girls gave him enough attention to convince him that he was, but at the end of the day, he was a rough and tumble hockey player. He had to have his jeans custom made because his legs were monsters and his face was always nicked or bearded. He was sloppy even if girls claimed that worked for him. Even if he was a good-looking dude, Chanel was still out of his league in every way.

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lyrics your bird can sing by the beatles
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[CHANEL IVY RICHARDS]

there was something about meeting pledges that she found quite thrilling. it was the idea of getting to know more about some people that she loved. and with the pledges that wanted to be in the sorority this year, there was a great mix of personalities. though, along with the good things that seemed to come out of the decision making process, there were also the flaws that stuck out. the first being exactly just that: decision making. she didn't really like rejecting people from the group - she had to though, it wasn't as if she could let every single girl that applied to be in the sorority. they had a limit, one that needed to be reached but as soon as it did it had to come to an end. there were girls that weren't meant to be in gamma psi alpha at all, girls that had personalities that contrasted far too much from the personalities that thrived in the sorority. it was, what one would call, the "sweetheart" sorority. all the people in it were caring, respectful - the kind that would go out of their way to help others. for chanel, there had been no doubt in her mind that it was the place that she belonged. her with her need to make everyone happy, no matter how much trouble she could possibly get into. she was naive in that way, she trusted far too much and far too easily. the type of person that always wanted to see the best in every person that crossed her path - which was exactly what she was doing with all the pledges. the other flaw in all of this? as much as she loved her duties, it was also pretty stressful at times. for her, evans idea to go on a date was the perfect way to get her mind off of everything else and just focus on her boyfriend. that sort of thing was easy to do for her when she was around evan. being around him put her in a better mood, anyway. especially right now, when the two of them were in a good place.

playing around with a strand of her hair as she waited for him, her eyes were focused on the glass in front of her. it wasn't an ordinary shape, much more intriguing than that. it was because of this intense observation that she almost jumped at the whisper that came from behind her. however, a bright smile appeared on her face, knowing who it was. tilting her head back to look up at him, she shivered slightly at the kisses, taking a moment before answering actually, i think that coming here was an amazing idea she said. it was true, the hidden cove itself was amazing. it was isolated sometimes, not a lot of people showed up there at once unless someone was throwing a party at the location. it was mysterious in the way that not everyone knew how to get there, though you couldn't blame anyone for it because the only way you would really know would be if you were to ask around or if you were willing to explore around the beach for a while. the latter was exactly how she had found the place when she was younger. she remembered running around, in an attempt to hide somewhere for a game of hide and seek with her friends. it was a hard task when you were on the beach, but she had decided that there must be a few places around that would work well. and then she had somehow ended up running a little too far away from them. honestly, if it wasn't for the beauty of the cove, she probably would have been frightened. though, now that there was the restaurant around there, she was sure it could have been a little easier to look for.

her gaze was still on him as he sat down, about to return the compliment, but quickly shaking her head as she heard his last words. i think you're insane for thinking that.. she trailed off a little, leaning forward and placing a kiss over his jawline you're wrong. you're not a scruff, I think you're absolutely handsome and sexy she said, staring up into his blue eyes, a grin appearing on her features. evan had a way of looking attractive even when he wasn't trying - all of it worked for him. the rough look showed just how serious he was about hockey. she reached one her hands forward, playing with his hair, moving it off of his forehead, before remembering his text message that had mentioned that she could order since he was going to be late. by the way, i just ordered appetizers for now, they said it would take about ten more minutes she broke contact with his eyes for a moment as she glanced around the place while she spoke. you could see into their kitchen if you looked close enough - see the chefs do their work. she turned to look at evan again, truth was that she could have ordered something for both of them, she obviously knew what he would like to eat, but she also knew that that was subject to change at times anyway. ordering appetizers just seemed like the safer way to go.

opening her mouth to ask him how practice was, she suddenly spotted something near his ear. quirking an eyebrow up in the air, she gently moved some more hair away from it, frowning as her eyes made out that it was stitches that she had been seeing. what happened? she asked, the concern evident in her tone. she knew that at this point she shouldn't get that worried over cuts and bruises - evan seemed to get them quite often. maybe that was why she worried even more, the fact that it was becoming a habit. what if it would be more than just something that could be fixed with stitches next time? the thought of something worse happening to him was one that scared her to death. she gently brought her fingertips down to brush against the skin directly beneath it.

TAGGED STACEY/EVAN <3
NOTES i'm excited <3333
WORDS 1036
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[EVAN NATHANIEL RAMSEY]

TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

The chill that rose from Chanel, her sense of being startled, caused Evan to smile to himself. If it was someone else climbing up behind her who had earned that reaction, he would have transformed into a monster within ten seconds flat, but he liked that he could do that to her. That he made her feel a certain way. It was a sense of acknowledgment to look up and see her smiling back at him. Chanel had a smile that people could write songs about. He knew he personally didn't have the kind of artistic ability to compose a song, but her smile was sort of poetic. It was probably because she had had a lot of practice smiling being the nice, sweet, kind-hearted, good natured girl she was. Evan was always proud to call Chanel 'his', 'his girlfriend', but that was when he was thinking straight. Other days he was too proud to have any one person in his life.

“Well, I know you like it here.” He told her with a beaming smile while he made himself comfortable in one spot across from her. That's why he had chosen The Hidden Cove out of the many places they could go and spend time with each other in New York. Evan liked it as well, the privacy and seclusion, but he had wished he hadn't been so late. It's location wasn't great when you still lived on campus practically.

He smirked as she planted a little kiss on his jawline and before Chanel could pull away he met her cheek with his lips as well. Usually, Evan wasn't much for public displays of affection unless heavily intoxicated, but tonight wasn't a night like the rest and it wasn't as if all the eyes of the place was on them. Most people who came to The Hidden Cove were all looking for the same thing: alone time. Chuckling, he slowly backed up and ran one palm over all the stubble on his chin. He looked up and tried to tell through the low illumination of the tea candles on the table if there was a mark of whisker burn on Chanel's chin, but he couldn't detect any.

“I think you're a little biased considering we've been together how long now...” He said with a proud grin. Evan had a magical way of overlooking all the bumps along the road and the many intermissions in their long relationship. He never forgot the fights or the hardships, but he tried not to concentrate on them, not on nights like this where everything was running smoothly. “Oh, good. I'm really hungry.” He nodded, trying to remember what was even on the menu at this place. He wasn't a very fancy eater. Your standard nachos and potato skins kind of guy. “What did you order?” He asked before his blue eyes scanned the nearby area for a server so he could order a drink as he did he cracked his neck slightly. The pain in his head seemed mostly gone, replaced with calm happiness that Chanel most likely gave to him, but if Evan really concentrated he could feel where the bump on the back of his head was. It was like a medal of honor in some ways though once you got past how annoying it felt.

Just as he suspected, Chanel noticed. He didn't think she'd spot the stitches on his ear so quickly, but he must have underestimated his girlfriend concern and naked eye. Evan shook his head lightly and turned to face her directly and then casually shrugged his shoulders up to both of his ears.

“It's nothing. Hockey practice gone wrong.” He tried to remember what had happened exactly, his mind somewhat foggy since he had been knocked out for nearly fifteen seconds. “Got a slap shot to the head from Beaumont and then fell on my head after.” When he put it out in words, Evan realized he'd had far worse hockey injuries and he was glad it wasn't an ACL tear, second degree concussion, or broken limb. This wouldn't cost him the season and therefore a shot at NHL. People were starting to knock that he might get picked up this year for the draft and Evan didn't want anything to stand in the way of his shot. “I think it looks pretty good, though, don't you?” He leaned his ear closer to her, trying to make light of the battle wound. “Six stitches. It's like a piercing.” Only one guy on the team had his ears pierced and Evan and the rest of his teammates gave him shit for it.

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[CHANEL IVY RICHARDS]

she had been told countless times that it was sort of an accomplishment that the feelings that were held for them were still that high. there were a lot of reasons why people seemed surprised about it the first being that her and evan had been together for so long, and people would somehow expect that things would just die down with them eventually. and, the second, being that their track record of breaking up was pretty high, so she often got questioned about how either of them could deal with that. for her, it was almost simple. in her own prospective she tried to look at it as a good thing sometimes as well: at least she knew that they could fight through anything. and the amount that they did might be excessive but it was days like this, when the two of them were in a good place, that made all of it worth it. these were the times that counted the most.

seeing his beaming smile only made her own brighten up even more. it was sort of like a chain reaction when she was around people that she cared about: if they were happy, then she would be happy, and if they were upset about something then she would most likely be upset about them feeling that way. she nodded again to show that she really did like it there. she liked new york in general, having lived their her whole life she still thought it was an amazing place to grow up and live. it might not be for some people, but she loved it.

the kiss on the cheek caused a small grin to appear upon her face, knowing that it was because of the mood that was set in the hidden cove - the way that everyone was in their own little world - that was making him forget about his rules on public displays of affection. she wasn't all for it herself, but a kiss here and there didn't hurt. she felt that there was absolutely no need to have a full on make out session when there were a whole bunch of people in front of you, because then it would be awkward for anyone that would be witnessing it.

once again, she was shaking her head in disagreement, though the smile was still there as she thought about how long it had been. she had actually known him her whole life due to their parents being friends, and then the two of them had been dating since she had been a freshman in highschool. it was a long time. time that a lot of people that were their age found to be extremely shocking. however, the breaks in it were still there, but she tried her best to ignore them as well. four years together has nothing to do with my opinion! she said, continuing it's true too. i remember a topic like this coming up in one of my family studies classes a while ago. my teacher was talking about how some couples, that stay together for a long period of time, start to stop liking each other. you know, so they still love each other but it's not in the same way because the liking part, the part about still having that crush on them that comes with it, is gone. she remembered sitting in class that day and wondering how feelings could just fade away, just like that. she shook her head, gently tapping at his cheek, before speaking up again the point is that first of all, if i were to ask any girl in this restaurant if they found you attractive, they would say yes. and second, based on that little discussion: i love you and i like you. so we're good! she slowly nodded, trying to figure out if she had made any sense right now with her rambling, before coming to the conclusion that she had.

laughing a little as he claimed that he was hungry she nodded, i am too she hadn't gotten the chance to eat anything since she had woken up. she remembered trying to fit in some lunch, but it had been a failed attempt due to the fact that she had been dragged away to fix something in the sorority house. she wasn't sure how they had done it, but the girls had ended up misplacing a whole bunch of DVD's and since movie night was coming up soon - they were needed. it hadn't been that hard to find, they had just been scattered around some the place, in the living room, in some of the girls' rooms. i ordered nachos, obviously, and some platter that comes with like, four different things. it looked good she said.

her gaze was still set on the stitches at his first words, before looking up at him again at his explanation, cringing a little as she could picture the scene play out in her mind. just let me know if your head hurts at all.. we can just go home or something so you can rest? her voice a little quieter now, wondering how he's not complaining about the pain. the frown turned into a small smile as he tried to make light of the situation. realizing that they could just be avoiding another argument if they could just drop the subject a little. and that was what she wanted to do, the date had been going well so far and she didn't want to ruin it. instead, she continued, going along with his words, ohh, it makes sense now! all these injuries are for the benefit of looking even more attractive than you already are. i didn't think that was possible, the teasing tone was in her voice as she gave a quick kiss to his earlobe as he leaned in. she laughed softly, at his comment about the piercing, picturing him with one, knowing that he probably wouldn't ever get one. another look around the restaurant was showing that their waiter was making their way towards them.

TAGGED STACEY/EVAN <3
NOTES it's fineee <3
WORDS 1014
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[EVAN NATHANIEL RAMSEY]

TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

Somehow, and he wasn't exactly sure how, Evan found himself lost in Chanel's educational explanation to why their spark was still alive and well, why they were still together and very much attracted to one another. At one point, he just watched her lips move and thought about how badly he wanted to lean in and kiss her. She told him that she loved him, multiple times, which was nice to hear since he loved her as well and she clarified that she, too, liked him which made Evan chuckle. It reminded him of being a teenager in high school, nervous and not sure how to display the emotions he felt. So he would stare at the toes of his sneakers and mumbled against her locker, 'So, um, I like you...' before asking her out on what would be their first date.

“Well, I don't find any other girl in this place attractive.” He claimed honestly, his eyes glued to her. Evan hadn't really taken a look around at the other females walking around The Hidden Cove, but he was confident with what he had said. Besides, there really was no reason for him to check out the scenery when Chanel was sitting right across from him, looking incredible, and being so sweet and attentive. He'd be an idiot to let his mind or even steal a glance up another girl's leg. “And the feeling is mutual, I love you and like you as well.” He chuckled again as he told her sincerely.

“Nachos.” His two lips came together to curl into a tight smile as he closed his shockingly blue eyes to savor the imaginary taste of the appetizer in his mouth that was watering for their flavor. “You are on it.” Evan opened his eyes and winked at her before tapping the side of his head with one finger. “You should order for us all the time.” She obviously knew what he liked by now and more than that, Chanel was just better at making decisions than he was. At least about things like this, she was. “Let's spare no expense tonight, alright?” Evan had grown up with money, but being a University student and living away from home, sometimes he didn't budget properly. Tonight was different, though. The two of them hadn't been out together on an actual date in quite some time and it deserved to be an occasion. He didn't want her to only drink water or pick on appetizers all night. Chanel deserved to have whatever it was she wanted even if it was two desserts and countless cocktails. Money didn't matter, it was second to them.

Evan quickly tried to thumb a few hairs over the stitches and then shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. Most hockey players liked their scars from the battlefield and Evan wasn't much different. Plus, a cut ear really did seem like nothing to him. He was almost immune to being wounded.

“It's fine...” Reaching across the table with one hand, he took hers in both of his, kissing her knuckles, and then held it right in the middle of the table's surface. “I want to be here, out with my girl. We can go and rest later.” That was part of the plan, bringing her back to the frat house and taking her to his room for more alone time, but right now was step one: dinner date. He wanted them to enjoy it. “Oh you caught onto me. That was my plan.” He laughed and shook his head sarcastically. Evan didn't care much for his own looks, he didn't really ever think about them. However, he was certain he did always look like a member of a fight club – a less cool one than Brad Pitt's. A fight club that Brad Pitt's would have made fun of and pulverized. As their server approached the table, Evan leaned back, letting his hands leave Chanel's, and smiled to say, “Can I just grab whatever's on tap?” He wasn't picky when it came to beer. “And she will have...” He nodded with a grin at Chanel, letting her order.

Once the server was gone, the light bulb switched on in Evan's head, “Hey, how are pledges going? It's that time of year.” Evan didn't pay much attention to it. He was a brother and he did the bare minimum when it came to pledge season. It was always when hockey was at it's busiest anyway, but it was different for Chanel as she practically ran her sorority by herself.

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[CHANEL IVY RICHARDS]

"like" the word was one that sounded so juvenile at times, she remembered the whole class had been filled with people giving a small laugh as the teacher used the word. there had actually been a few questions about why you would want the person that you were going to be with to like you instead of love you - after all, wouldn't it be better if it was love? her teacher at the time, ms.damsen, had mentioned that you needed to have both of those emotions to make a relationship work to it's fullest. you still needed to have that initial crush on the person, because after all that was what kept the spark there. it had actually been two years ago that she had gotten that lesson, but it had still stuck to her until that day. it was an interesting topic, and the class itself had been an interesting class to take based on the fact that it had topics like that. topics that would make her classmates that were usually trying to be as stealth as they possibly could be as they slept, suddenly be chatting away, intrigued by the discussion.

at this point, she couldn't really imagine a life without evan around. even with all of the break ups between the two of them, she couldn't imagine actually being with anyone else, not with the same feelings that she held for him. it was a scary thought at times if she were to ever think about what would happen if one of those breakups would end up ending things for them for good. she didn't like thinking about that either, she often chased the thought straight out of her mind as soon as it appeared. she kept her eyes glued to his as well as he spoke, laughing softly as he told her that he also loves and likes her, good!

the laughter increased a little more as she watched him close his eyes at the mention of nachos. she gently bit down on her lip, arching an eyebrow as she waited for him to open his eyes again, grinning at the wink that was shot in her direction. oh, thank you! I don't know about ordering all the time though, my luck might just run out.. it's not that easy being this skilled, you know? she said, attempting a poker face for about two seconds before it faltered as she laughed. she heard him talking about expenses, how about we just see what happens? she knew he didn't mind but still.

watching him as he moved his hair before shrugging, she took a small breath to calm her nerves. she knew that the cut didn't mean that much to him, that while she was worrying about what could have happened to him, he was fine with the stitches. she felt him take her hands, glancing down at it for a moment before a small smile appeared on her face, his voice and the kisses already making her feel better. okay... I do have advil in my purse though, if you would like some later she said, nodding slightly, softly rubbing her thumb against his palm. she grinned at his sarcasm, shooting him a wink see, I know you too well! she looked up to see the server appear, moving her hands back down to her lap as evan let go and ordered his drink. she glanced up at the server as it was her turn to order, I'll have a bellini, please she said, shooting a smile before turning her attention back to evan as the server left.

yes it is! she nodded. the thing was that some of fraternities and sororities were the types that liked to mess around with their pledges - they enjoyed making them do something embarrassing to see if they would react the way that someone in their house would react. some of the things were really harsh, while some of them could be easy to laugh over for everyone. it was meant to be fun, she knew that, but it wasn't so fun when someone would end up getting hurt. she knew it happened often, people would get forced to do something and then go through with it - but not even get into whatever house they wanted to be in. she always felt horrible for those people. with chanel, she had to test the pledges as well, she just did it without embarrassing them. it was more like putting them in some situations to see how polite and collected they could be. it wasn't that hard to do, really. it's been fun and stressful. you know, it's fun meeting the new people and some of them are so adorable. but, it's a lot of work to, and.. you know me, i hate the rejecting part of it. i'm sure i'm not a lot of people's favorite person during this time of year she said, laughing softly to hide her nerves, shaking her head. she looked up at him, but, that's why your idea of coming out tonight was perfect. i can just focus on you. she looked up to see the server coming up towards them, bringing the appetizers and the drinks.

TAGGED STACEY/EVAN <3
NOTES -dances around-
WORDS 891
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[EVAN NATHANIEL RAMSEY]

TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

“I think it's just natural.” Laughing, he mused back about Chanel's ordering skills. He wasn't hard to please. If it was edible, he would devour it. Sometimes even if something wasn't made for eating, Evan would still eat it. “That's true. I'll give you a couple days off. I don't want to take advantage of your powers.” He laughed, comfortable with the silly banter that was shooting back and forth between the two of them. Maybe, Chanel was onto something. They worked well together because as much as they were lovers, their foundation was as friends and they could have a good time hanging out with one another just as they could have fun being intimate and messing around on his unwashed sheets at the frat house. Evan couldn't deny that they did break up a lot. It was usually his fault. He didn't really give her much choice when it would happen. He'd just go over or sometimes only call her and say it was over. There was no conversations or arguments, he would just end it with a simple decision. He always had been hot and cold. It didn't help that his temper was usually the one doing his big decision making as well. Of course, he was always miserable without her. Worse than ever. Usually, it took his sister convincing him to swallow his pride and beg for her back, but Evan couldn't ever deny that he was totally, completely, absolutely, one hundred percent in love with Chanel Richards. “No, order whatever you like. I'm serious. If you don't, I'll just order one of everything for you.” He might have curled the corners of his mouth playfully, but Evan wasn't joking.

It was so cute to Evan, to see Chanel worry how she did. He didn't like to make her nervous, to weigh on her mind and stress her out, but he did like the attention and the way she took care of him. He squeezed her hand tighter and winked at her before leaning in to leave a kiss that was anything, but subtle on her lips.

“What would I do without you, huh?” It wasn't a rhetorical question. Evan had to ask himself it often, especially after a break up. “You're like my own personal nurse.” Come to think of it, he wouldn't mind seeing Chanel all dressed up in some nurse costume. He would keep it in mind as a suggestion for next time he took a spill on the ice and he knew he would. The season was starting and it was the most important one for him. He had no intentions of turning it into a blood bath, but he was going to do whatever it took to get drafted before graduation rolled around. “You do. You know me inside and out.” It was a hard thing to argue. However, Chanel, sometimes, could still be a big mystery to Evan. She was far more observant and less self-involved than he was. He smiled at her as she ordered, polite as always, and was glad that she was treating herself and not just asking for water or an iced tea. This was their night after all.

“Let me know if you need help.” Evan told her and he meant it honestly, but it might have just been an empty promise. He always wanted to help her out and he could be a regular handy man, but when it came to things for the sorority Evan knew he wasn't the best go-to guy. When Chanel needed help setting up for a party, organizing designated drivers, or even someone to break up fights and watch the door, Evan was the guy for the job, but pledges and serious issues were not his forte. Still, he always tried his best to be there for her. “I don't think so. People understand you can't accept everybody, and it's impossible to hate you. I talked to Satan last night and even he said you were golden...” Chuckling, Evan exaggerated. “If they hate you, it's because they're jealous. You're perfect.” He told her, his last word soft and serious as his blue eyes pierced into her to get his point across clearly. Evan moved closer, his foot underneath the table brushing over her bare leg as he smiled slyly.

For someone as hungry as he had been, the drinks and food that were being set down on the table in front of them went largely unnnoticed by him. His focus had been fully captivated by Chanel. He thanked the server without removing his gaze from Chanel, still running his foot up her leg and holding her hand. He did remove one of his hands from hers to pick up his beer, clinking his glass to her's.

“To you.” He winked before kissing her on the cheek and breathing her in.

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lyrics your bird can sing by the beatles
notes sorry it took so long!
credits this was made by brooke ![/size][/center][/blockquote]