The Wrong You Like

When I woke up I saw that John was gone. No note, no nothing. I sat up hoping that he was just in the bathroom or something, but he was gone. I saw the fact I was still in the clothes I wore last night and I looked eagerly at the clock. 4:02 AM, I pushed my hair up and looked around, trying to find my breath.

"John?" I called out quietly, mindful of the time and the fact of how embarrassing it would be if he was actually gone. My bare feet grazed the floor and I stood up looking around and finally I saw I had a message on the phone and I wondered how I didn't wake up. I sat back down and listened, my heart was beating so fast and I couldn't help but want to cry.

"Evan... hey... I didn't want to wake you up, but I decided to go back to Tempe early," I heard John's voice playing. He cleared his throat and then began to sleep again. "I, uh, left your keys on the table. I just, I don't know. I'll call you later. Bye." His voice was distant and I couldn't help but wonder what the hell he was talking about.

I looked up at the table where my stuff was sitting alone and sure enough there were keys next to them. Is he trying to break up with me? What other reason could he have for leaving at God-knows-when in the morning, sneaking out and just leaving?

"What?" I whispered to myself sliding across the bed and grabbing my purse digging for a phone. I saw the battery was low and I fished out the charger and sat on the gross floor next to a power outlet, hurriedly dialing Kennedy.

"Oh uh, hello?" Kennedy answered sounding extremely tired. I felt bad realizing how early it was, again and I bit my lip to keep the tears in. I was still in a state of shock and could barely speak. "Hello? Evie... are you there?"

"Hey Kenny," I said my throat swelled with the promise of tears and my eyes pooling with salty water. I tried to muster the strength not to cry and swallow it. I took a sharp breath in and I heard shuffling.

"Evan? Are you okay? Are you still in L.A.?" His questions were filled with concern and I heard a door open. I figured he was just going outside to not wake Sunday up.

"Mhmm," I answered keeping my lips closed, but my voice was shockingly high, I guess from holding in my tears and suddenly I couldn't hold it any longer and I finally let my breath out with the heavy sobs.

"Evie? Evan? What's wrong?" Kennedy asked sounding panicked and I tried to stop sobbing enough just to explain.

"I thi-think John ju-just left me," I let out loudly. Before I realized what an idiot I was calling Kennedy before John, but what would I say to him. Oh hey how you doing? Oh by the way, did you just break up with me in the douchiest way possible? No Kennedy, would tell me the truth.

"What? Wait, what happened?" Kennedy asked. I could tell he was running his hands through his hair. It's what he does when he's upset and I could see that his eyebrows were furrowing a little, because that's what he does when he's protective of me. God, I missed him.

"We were just here, and I got the modeling contract. Then we got in a fight, kind of, I don't know, because I have to move here. I don't know, then he left in the middle of the night, no goodbye just a message saying he would talk to me later," I managed to squeeze out really fast before more sobs came. Kennedy sighed and I didn't know how to look at the matter.

"God, Evie, I don't know. I mean he said he'd talk to you later, but that's a shitty thing to do..." Kennedy tried to sort out out loud. I nodded biting my lip, hating all the emotion John fucking O'Callaghan had caused. I hated that he could do this to me.

"What should I do?" I asked in a small voice, all I could get out. I started pulling at little fibers sticking out from the carpet waiting for his answer.

"Uh, well I don't really know, but I think you should talk to him before you jump to those conclusions. I mean, it could be he needed to do something here, so you call him and then call me right back, I'll wait up for you and everything," Kennedy said, directly and making his voice sound authoritative and gentle at the same time.

"God you are gonna be such a great dad," I thought out loud before Kennedy let out a boisterous laugh and reiterated what he had said before. I nervously hung up and dialed John's number, I saw him smiling giddily on the screen of my phone and I got more nervous.

"Hello?" John answered, he seemed tired and I wiped my eyes hurriedly, trying to hide all signs that I was crying.

"Hey," I said briefly trying to adjust my voice back to its normal tone. Rolling my eyes at how humiliated I felt right now.

"What are you doing up?" He asked after a moment of silence. I didn't know how to react so instead I fixated on the carpet fibers again.

"I could ask you the same thing? Where'd you go?" I asked trying not to sound needy or anything.

"I just had some things to do. You should go back to sleep, I'll, uh, call you later..." John said hesitantly, in the exact same tone as before. I was getting annoyed, but not enough to demand answers.

"Uh, alright. I'll talk to you later then," I said before he quickly said goodbye and hung up. I felt like an idiot for crying, but I knew something was wrong, luckily guys tell things to their best friends and they just so happened to be mine too. I decided to calm down before doing anything drastic and called Kennedy back.

"Hey! What happened?" Kennedy asked excitedly mid-yawn after the phone rang twice. I laughed at how loving or eager he was, both were cute. "Well that's a good sign," he added quickly.

"We talked, but I might have overreacted," I said now tracing the floral patterns in the carpeting.

"Psh, overreacting? I don't think you reacted enough," Kennedy laughed sarcastically and I totally would've punched him in the arm if he were here.

"Shut up Kenny," I said softly, contemplating if I wanted to sound crazier and tell him that I felt something was wrong with John and I. He yawned again and I decided to keep it to myself as a rush of guilt washed over me. "You're tired, go to sleep and I'll talk to you later, alright?" I bossed him around.

"Alright," He yawned again, too tired to talk back about how he was the older Brock. I smiled and looked at the bed where John and I had been sleeping together a couple of hours ago and I sighed. "Love you baby sis," he mumbled before hanging up on me.

"Love you too," I said even though he had already hung up. I looked around and this hotel room was so much bigger now for some reason. I realized that I was really tired and staggered over to the bed. I climbed under the sheets realizing I probably ruined my dress, but not really cared and tried to fall asleep. But as I saw the light from behind the shades get brighter, I couldn't sleep. Just think and I would've given anything to be taken away from my thoughts.