Sam and Eva.

Not much to say today so I'll post a bit of my story instead.

Sam.

Eva is beautiful.
Not just the normal “Oh, My, God, she’s hot, let’s bed her!” beautiful or, “Jesus, I want her looks!” beautiful. In fact, to look at her, you’d think she was a bit plain but I beg to differ. There are too many supermodel wannabe’s with perfect hair and hourglass figures but I would pick Eva over them any day. Her beauty is not just her waist-length blonde hair or her bright green eyes or the way she dresses in whatever grabs her fancy. Her beauty also comes from within. Her witty but helpful attitude makes you feel loved and her smile...you can’t describe her smile. It’s like a smile from an angel and it’s very infectious. She smiles all the time and she could light up a room whenever she walks in. I can’t remember the last time I saw her cry, she does it so rarely even though crying is the only way to separate her from spirits from above. Find an angel who goes red, blotchy and puffy when they cry and I’ll take that back. She doesn’t go red or blotchy at first but her eyes fill up with water, magnifying the blueness until she looks like some kind of anime character and then the tears just roll down her face in the most beautiful fashion. It’s almost as if they were synchronised and choreographed. And then she goes blemished, which amuses me no end.
Eva isn’t perfect though, oh no. She has her faults and she isn’t very bright but her gorgeousness outshines all her bad qualities. I’m not trying to say she is perfect but if there was a perfect being, it would be Eva. I would describe her to be – in true Mary Poppins style - Practically Perfect.
And she’s all mine.
By saying that, I don’t mean it in a, “She’s my girlfriend, hands off!” way seeing as she’d need to be my girlfriend first for me to be able to say that and I don’t mean it in a, “She’s my precious girly, don’t touch, she’s fragile! Argh! Get your grubby fingers off her! She’ll break into a million pieces! Right, now you’ve done it. Out comes the bubble wrap...” kind of way either. I mean that she’s mine in the sense that I know more things about her than anyone else does seeing as she’s been my best friend for so long, I can’t remember. My mother and her mother struck up a friendship in the pre-natal ward and my mother attempted to help her mother, Julie-Anne, through post-natal depression. Just as things were looking up, Julie-Anne left Eva with my mum and disappeared. She’s presumed dead but there’s no body or death certificate. Eva’s been in care since she was a baby because, although Mum considers Eva to be like a daughter to her, she can’t afford to look after the both of us. I remember once, I think I was about seven, Eva went to live in the town nearby and Mum went to all the trouble of moving house just to be near her. I appreciate that because it means that whatever happens, I know that Eva will always be close to me and I know that Eva definitely appreciates it as with all the inconstancies in her life, she knew that my mother and I would be by her side forever. Well, I would. I love Eva. She’s my angel and I’m hers and I’m lost without her.

Re-reading the bit I’d written, I sighed. It wasn’t my best piece of writing. I’d tried to keep it short and sweet but to capture the essence of love and friendship was difficult. I cracked my knuckles and sighed. Hearing a noise from the doorway, I snapped the notebook shut and looked up.
“What are you writing?” Eva asked, walking in with a glass of water. She looked livelier today.
“Nothing.” I clambered up and hugged her, “You look better. Been taking your medication?”
Eva rolled her eyes, “You know damn well I haven’t.” She pulled away from the embrace and turned her computer volume up. Tom DeLonge’s voice filled my ears.
“Not meaning to lecture but you really should take them.”
“You are lecturing!”
“I’m sorry but I worry about you, Eva. You’re ill and you’re not taking the pills the doctor gave you simply because you’re too stubborn to-” I stopped, realising that Eva wasn’t with me; she was staring deep into the wallpaper behind me with the glint in her eye that told me she had an idea. I clapped my hands; the short, sharp sound breaking the silence and Eva’s reverie.
“I’m bored, let’s go out.” She jumped up, tugging my hand like an impatient toddler.
“But the doctor said-”
“Fuck that, Sam; he only wants me to conform. I refuse to conform. Besides, the pills make me even more ill.”
“Eva, you’re being stupid. He wants you to get better and if they make you worse, tell him and he’ll prescribe new ones.”
“Come on!” she insisted, pulling me out of the room, “Life’s too short to worry about these sorts of things, I’m fine!”
“You’ve left your computer on.” I reminded her and she let go of my hand to run into her room and shut her computer down.
“Isn’t life too short for that kind of thing?” I mocked her as she turned her screen off.
“Sam.” She whined, “You’ve got to think for the future generations as well. If everybody took that attitude, anarchy would reign.”
“Isn’t that what you want?”
“Not total anarchy, we need some order in the world.” She sighed and rolled her eyes, “Honestly, do you ever listen?”
I smiled to myself, not bothering to answer.

It's a love story but not a romance. A story about the love of friendship and the stresses it whethers and how, to quote Relient K, the end will justify the pain it took to get us there.
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