a bit with his thumb. "It's pretty useless, I guess, but... I don't know. It makes me happy."
"Then it's not useless."
Evan looks at Seb then, sincere surprise in his eyes, as though he's not used to people actually backing up his career choice.
"I guess," he says. "But I'm not the only ass with a guitar, trying to make it. I guess I could have just skipped the whole college thing and kept trying, but I wanted to do more, you know. Like, I wanted to do only that, and I wanted to do it professionally. So I applied here, and by some miracle, I got in. The music program here is really damn good, I can't believe they picked me."
A small smile spreads across his face, as he looks down at his bottle again. Seb can't help but smile, himself, when he sees it. Something about Evan's smile is just... He barely even knows the guy, but seeing him smile like that makes him feel weirdly content.
Maybe some people just have that effect on you , he thinks.
"What about you?" Evan asks, looking up at him. "Why do you study literature?"
Seb opens his mouth to come up with a good reply, but just ends up half-shrugging.
"For pretty much the exact same reasons you just said," he explains. "Only, I want to be a writer. And, apart from writing, it helps to study what other people have written. Basically."
Evan smiles crookedly at that.
"I get it," he says. And it looks as though he really does.
Neither of them says a word for a little while then. The bar is pretty much empty apart from them, the bartender, and a few lone drinkers, mellow music drifting smoothly from the speakers.
Seb wonders for a second why the place is so empty, before realizing that it's three o'clock in the afternoon. And here he is, ditching class, having a beer with Evan Matthews, a guy he didn't even know existed a few days ago. Normal isn't exactly the first word that comes to mind.
"Hey," Evan says, nudging Seb softly with his elbow. "Big party tonight, on campus. Some friends of mine are throwing it, the whole dorm. You coming?"
Seb groans inwardly, but exhibits nothing but a small shrug.
"I don't think so," he says. "Not really my thing."
"Come on, their parties are always off the hook," Evan says. "Trust me."
"If you say so," Seb murmurs, taking a sip of his beer, but Evan catches his words.
"What, you've never been?" he asks, his tone slightly joking. Until he realizes that Seb, in fact, hasn't been. "Seriously?"
Seb just gives him a non-committal eyebrow raise, and Evan exhales pointedly, as though disbelieving.
"Alright, well that settles it," he says. "You're going."
"No, Evan, really," Seb starts, but is interrupted.
"Yes, Seb, really," Evan mimics. "If you haven't been to a party like that, you're missing out on the whole college deal."
He looks at him pointedly, eyebrows raised.
"Don't make me drag you there," he warns, and Seb sighs. He can't believe the words that come out of his mouth.
"Fine," he says. "Alright."
Evan smiles then, in that cocky way of his, and Seb gets the feeling that he's used to getting what he wants. Then again, judging from the seemingly constant trail of girls he leaves behind, this isn't surprising.
"I'll come get you," he then adds, to Seb's surprise. "Can't have you getting lost, now can we?"
Seb smiles weakly, taking another sip of his beer, wondering what the hell he just got himself into.
Chapter 3
Party
Seb didn't think that his room could possibly be more littered with clothes than it already is.
He was wrong.
His mother has always claimed that his disorganized nature is the result of the organized chaos in his head that comes with being a writer and a creative person, but Seb isn't too sure he likes it much anyway. Especially not now, when he's tearing through all his clothes to find something good to wear for tonight.
After spending the better part of two hours at that bar, Evan and Seb parted ways, Evan making Seb promise once again that he would come to that stupid party
"Then it's not useless."
Evan looks at Seb then, sincere surprise in his eyes, as though he's not used to people actually backing up his career choice.
"I guess," he says. "But I'm not the only ass with a guitar, trying to make it. I guess I could have just skipped the whole college thing and kept trying, but I wanted to do more, you know. Like, I wanted to do only that, and I wanted to do it professionally. So I applied here, and by some miracle, I got in. The music program here is really damn good, I can't believe they picked me."
A small smile spreads across his face, as he looks down at his bottle again. Seb can't help but smile, himself, when he sees it. Something about Evan's smile is just... He barely even knows the guy, but seeing him smile like that makes him feel weirdly content.
Maybe some people just have that effect on you , he thinks.
"What about you?" Evan asks, looking up at him. "Why do you study literature?"
Seb opens his mouth to come up with a good reply, but just ends up half-shrugging.
"For pretty much the exact same reasons you just said," he explains. "Only, I want to be a writer. And, apart from writing, it helps to study what other people have written. Basically."
Evan smiles crookedly at that.
"I get it," he says. And it looks as though he really does.
Neither of them says a word for a little while then. The bar is pretty much empty apart from them, the bartender, and a few lone drinkers, mellow music drifting smoothly from the speakers.
Seb wonders for a second why the place is so empty, before realizing that it's three o'clock in the afternoon. And here he is, ditching class, having a beer with Evan Matthews, a guy he didn't even know existed a few days ago. Normal isn't exactly the first word that comes to mind.
"Hey," Evan says, nudging Seb softly with his elbow. "Big party tonight, on campus. Some friends of mine are throwing it, the whole dorm. You coming?"
Seb groans inwardly, but exhibits nothing but a small shrug.
"I don't think so," he says. "Not really my thing."
"Come on, their parties are always off the hook," Evan says. "Trust me."
"If you say so," Seb murmurs, taking a sip of his beer, but Evan catches his words.
"What, you've never been?" he asks, his tone slightly joking. Until he realizes that Seb, in fact, hasn't been. "Seriously?"
Seb just gives him a non-committal eyebrow raise, and Evan exhales pointedly, as though disbelieving.
"Alright, well that settles it," he says. "You're going."
"No, Evan, really," Seb starts, but is interrupted.
"Yes, Seb, really," Evan mimics. "If you haven't been to a party like that, you're missing out on the whole college deal."
He looks at him pointedly, eyebrows raised.
"Don't make me drag you there," he warns, and Seb sighs. He can't believe the words that come out of his mouth.
"Fine," he says. "Alright."
Evan smiles then, in that cocky way of his, and Seb gets the feeling that he's used to getting what he wants. Then again, judging from the seemingly constant trail of girls he leaves behind, this isn't surprising.
"I'll come get you," he then adds, to Seb's surprise. "Can't have you getting lost, now can we?"
Seb smiles weakly, taking another sip of his beer, wondering what the hell he just got himself into.
Chapter 3
Party
Seb didn't think that his room could possibly be more littered with clothes than it already is.
He was wrong.
His mother has always claimed that his disorganized nature is the result of the organized chaos in his head that comes with being a writer and a creative person, but Seb isn't too sure he likes it much anyway. Especially not now, when he's tearing through all his clothes to find something good to wear for tonight.
After spending the better part of two hours at that bar, Evan and Seb parted ways, Evan making Seb promise once again that he would come to that stupid party
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