Evangeline above 👆

'Hey Sophia,' I heard Alice's voice greeting my mom while walking up the stairs with Jennifer trailing behind. My heart pumped with joy and I ran back down to meet her.

I glanced at Jennifer behind me who was staring at me with her mouth ajar, 'Hey, my sweater....' she said but I was too far too hear her remaining sentence.

'Cheryl,' she approached me walking slow like the doctor had adviced her to. Thank God, she could walk though. Being on the wheel chair for a long time had really made me feel the worth of my legs. What would have I done without you, my pillars?

Anyways, Jennifer crossed her arms and tapped her long heels on the staircase with a irritated expression. As I hugged Alice, my mom nudged me to go attend Jennifer. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and passed a smile to Alice before running back upstairs. I took no notice of Jennifer and just threw a sweater at my bed, and muttered, 'Just wear this.'

'Hah, you think I am going to wear that?' she said sassily.

'Why,' I said plainly, 'I don't see anything wrong with that.'

'Oh really, Cheryl, that is your paint stained sweatshirt, that is fading in colour. I don't wear these filthy things,' "typical rich kids" I wanted to say but I stopped myself.  'Is it possible to have something designer in this poor old closet of yours?' I rolled my eyes and said, 'Well, how about you sit in the bathroom and wait for your shirt to dry and then, you can come downstairs. That way, I won't have to see your face for sometime.'

'I wasn't dying to see your face either, mom insisted me to come. And I wanted to catch up on stuff. How have your years being going after you stole my boyfriend?' she asked as if it was nothing. God, I felt like rolling my eyes to the extent they won't come back but I just stared at her blankly.

'I didn't steal him, for God's sake, Jennifer. Just go select something for yourself. I think your designer desire is effecting your brain. You tend to live in the past, don't you? Move on,' I suggested and sat down on my bed.

Instead of going into my closet, she plopped down on the bed beside me and looked around my room. 'I see, there's nothing much changed,' she said, 'You still are the same old Cherry I know, right?'

I looked at her, to see glint of softness in her eyes that startled me but it vanished away almost instantly, replaced by an pettiness I am too well aware of. I know she missed the good old days just as much I did, the good old days of our friendship. Being Jennifer's friend was much better than being her enemy of course, but we shared some nice warm memories together. She could almost be in the group, if it wasn't for that Andrew. Yeah, she used to be petty and spoilt alright. But she had that kindness in her heart that few could see. I was one of those few, but it's just way too different now.

'You haven't even removed the fairy lights from the bed wood,' she noticed and I smiled. I suddenly felt less colder in her presence. It was like the old Jenny was back for some minutes. 'Yeah, I think they're nice. It looks lovely at night when I light them up,' I replied.

When Grace and I met the first time, our friendship clicked immediately because of the common interests we had, the best thing, the interest in DIY art and projects. So when I called her home one day, she suggested we do a room decor project. We both then decorated my brown bed stand with fairy lights, made 3D butterflies for putting up above my curtains, and even deigned donut and cloud pillow covers. I was grateful because my room looked a dream.

'Hmm, I think you have a good taste,' she said.

'That's what you said when you first came here,' I said sighing at the memory. It was nice sunny day when their car pulled up in our driveway. I waved excitedly as Jennifer came out of her car and mirrored my action. She had always visited in the vacations and they had seemed to fly away everytime because of how much fun we had, but mom told me this time she was staying for longer. We talked on Skype fod hours before she came and after she left.

'My boyfriend's coming here to visit me!' she squealed once we sat down on my bed on the same spot we were sitting now. I smiled at her excitement, I always knew she would get a boyfriend sooner than I ever will. I was never even interested in such stuff but I couldn't help but feel happy because she was so happy. We went on little adventures every day, and because Aunt Diana was busy, she was going to stay with us for the time.

She was always the bolder one of us too, getting into trouble and breaking rules, risking her reputation, being dangerously close to crossing limits. I was the good girl and she was the bad girl. Perfect friendship, hehe. All the boys used to be crazy for her, in school and everywhere we went, although she was very much of a bad girl, but she was head over heels for this Andrew. Always day dreaming about him and getting all worked up when he came on the phone.

I wanted to punch him and kick him and kill him to cheat on Jennifer, and that too using me for that. But Jennifer turned cold and didn't give me any chance. Our friendship broke into a million glass pieces. I know how she must've felt, broken because she didn't know the truth.

How she must have thought that her boyfriend that she had begun to love and her cousin who was equal to her best friend, had both cheated her. Used her. But it was partly her mistake too, and I was innocent in this whole mess. She was always jumping onto conclusions all her life. My life turned upside down, I became very rough, and it wasn't even my mistake. And then her petty little self.

She didn't have to hate me.

'Can't we go back to that, Jennifer? Forget everything and be friends again?' I asked her softly. I had zoned out into the past for sometime and she was left their staring at the walls and taking in the familiarity of my room.

She looked back at me, and I saw cold, 'We could Cheryl, but I am not a fool. I won't give you another chance to break me. And I just know how much it pains when your sister like cousin uses you. I am kind enough to prevent giving you that pain.'

'What do you mean?' I asked confused.

She stood up, and with a straight face went to the closet. She took out a black buttoned sweater with the words 'Dope' on its back and came out. She looked back at me straight in the eye, 'I mean, if I tell you that you mean so much to me and then steal away your boyfriend, won't it be so so devastating? I don't want to do that to you. Trust me, it'll pain less to be robbed by an enemy.'

Now I got what she was talking about, and I couldn't just sit there being the poor oppressed one so I stood up, 'Well, dream on princess. I don't get stuck into misunderstandings nor do I jump onto conclusions.'

'We'll see,' she said and stepped into the bathroom and closed it behind herself.

'And yeah,' I said when she came out, 'I trust Zayn and he's never going to change.'

She smirked, 'We'll see,' she repeated. She opened our room door, glanced at something beside it, she smiled sweetly before speeding downstairs.

I felt overwhelmed with the situation and tears brimmed in my eyes, I was getting way too emotional for my own good. Crying on every single thing was not me but I couldn't help it at all. As much as I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, it just grew bigger. Here I thought everything was finally okay, and here my cousin was again trying to make my life turn around once again. I was missing Jenny, this Jennifer just gave me chills. Gosh, I knew what she could do.

I wiped away the stray tears and sighed, finally getting rid of the lump. I sat back on my bed and put my head in my hands. I looked at the door and saw Zayn leaning on the doorway. I smiled at him and said, 'Hey. When did you come?' I asked.

'When you told Jennifer you trust me,' he said and came to sit beside me. I looked at him and looked back with a seriousness in his eyes. 'Can I trust you, Zayn?' I asked.

'You made the right decision, redhead,' he said making me grin ear to ear. 'Nobody can change how I feel for you,' he said and I looked down trying to stop the blush creeping it's way onto my cheeks. Just his little comments could do this to me. My heart beat was increasing with our proximity. My eyes widened and I could almost hear my heart beating wildly. The look in his eyes was intense but at the last moment, he chuckled and backed down.

I breathed a sigh of relief, that was close. 'I could literally feel the heat your cheeks were radiating, Cheryl,' he laughed. I punched his shoulder and he winced, 'Ow,' he said frowning. He looked at me and laughed again.

I groaned and he laughed even more. 'Stop,' I said and stood up. I washed my face in the bathroom and came out to see he was gone.

Back downstairs, I found Alice, Aaron, Zayn and Harmony watching television. Zabella was colouring Barbie books on the table. I glanced at Zayn and then plopped down between Zayn and Aaron. We had a big couch right in front of the t.v. so there was space for at least eight people on it.

'When did you come?' I asked Aaron and he gave me a flat face. 'Am I that unnoticeable?' he asked and I laughed, 'What?'

'When you were hugging your dear friend over here, I was right at the back bringing in her bags,' he said and I laughed again.

'i didn't see you, sorry,' I said and took the remote and changed the channel.

'Hey!' whined Zayn, 'It's the semi final of the club!'

'Yeah yeah I know. But 500 Days of Summer!' I whine back pointing at the t.v.

'Aaron, come help me,' Zayn said trying to snatch away the remote.

'Hehe,' I said putting my hand in the air, 'Aaron's busy finding his way back to earth out of Alice's eyes, lol.'

'You think I can't get up to your hand, I'm way taller,' he said and stood up.

And I stood up on the couch, thank God, I had put off my shoes. I jumped up as he struggled but he stood up on the couch too. I chuckled and ran, hopping on the sofas and coming to a stop when I finally got down. I started running again when Zayn got behind me and ran upto my room and tried to close the door. I didn't even know what I was supposed to do with the remote in my room but I wanted to win the 'Snatch Game' so I didn't care.

'Cheryl? Seriously? What are you even gonna do with the remote in your room? If you just wanna hide in there, give me the remote so that one of us can benefit from it? Please?' he voiced my thoughts and knocked at my door.

'Yeah, whatever I won,' I stated stupidly.

'Princess come out. I really want to watch this match,' he tried again.

I stuck out my tongue like he could see me and said, 'Hah, not happening.' Wow, the accident had really effected my mind. Why was I acting so stupid?

'Cheryl!' he whined and I laughed. I gave up my stupidness and came out in fits of laughter.

'What was I even thinking?' I said dodging Zayn and running back to the lounge. He followed me and said, 'Oh come on.'

I stopped abruptly and before he could pull his brakes, he landed on the floor. Why? Because i tripped him. 'Damn!' he yelled.

'Shush, mom's going to hear you,' I said.

'You're evil. I never knew you had this side, Cheryl. How could you just trip me?' he fake cried, 'I am your boyfriend.'

'Really? Our first date hasn't even occured.'

'It will, this Saturday,' he said and stood up, 'Now watch me get the remote.'

He started to take slow steps forward and I took a few steps backwards before dodging him to start running again, but I wish I had paid more attention in P.E. class. He grabbed my hand and pulled me. He held me from my waist and I struggled in his grip. I kicked and punched him but to no avail. He tried to turn me back but held me too tight from one side and I yelped.

He immediately let go of me and I sat down on the floor, hugging myself. I was able to run now, but I still had that sensitive tissue. And a strong hold gave me that sting again.

'Oh my God, I am sorry, are you okay?' he sat alarmed, kneeling down beside me and taking my arm with care like I was some fragile glass to be dealt with care. I took in a few deep breaths and smiled at him, 'It isn't your fault,' I said, 'You didn't know.'

'No I did. It was my fault. Now let me help you up,' he said and pulled my arm carefully to make me stand and slipped a hand on my waist to steady me. I looked down and tried my best to contain myself when that electricity went through my body before disappearing as I got used to it.

I looked at him, but he didn't seem to notice that. I ended up staring right into his ice blue eyes. His eyes were a colour of ice blue, icy, cold and frozen but I was amazed to see how much warmth they offered, his intense look could melt me in his very arms.

I broke eye contact, feeling myself flush when he winked at me. I should've known he knew I was looking at him, we weren't even an inch away right now. I halted to a stop and he stopped too, seeing as he was holding onto me.

'I have to walk myself,' I said, 'Not being disabled again.' He smiled at me proudly before slowly leaving my side and gradually dropping my hand. I started to walk, and when I couldn't feel any pain in my stomach again, I grinned at him. 'Hah, your grip isn't that strong.' He sent me a flat face, 'I was careful,' he said and I stuck my tongue out at him, 'Thank God, you aren't hurt or anything. I might have died.'

'Really?' I asked adorimg him.

'Don't give me that look, I wasn't going to die just because you were hurt but your mom would've killed me with her bare hands. She already stressed with the change in your activeness and the new, crazier side she's seeing of you.'

'Well, that was rude,' i said, 'But mom is stressed about me being crazy? Why? She was the one who suggested I let loose a bit and date you.'

'Wait, she did?' he asked in disbelief.

'You can't predict what my mom can do,' I said taking a step forward, again, no pain at all, 'She can be worried sick about my carelessness one minute and tell me to jump off a bridge for a fricking dare the next minute.' His eyes widened and he looked at me shocked.

'Okay, I was just kidding, she won't really make me jump a bridge but she can be unpredictable,' I admit with a short laugh.

'Thank God, I was almost trying to find all possible reasons behind why you can be Cheryl's ghost after you jumped off a bridge because your mom said so,' he said sighing dramatically with relief.

'Your mom ....is a pretty cool mom,' he states a fact.

'Yes she is, but that coolness can get freezing when she wants it to be,' I tell him, and he nodded and we went back to the lounge where Aaron was still trying to find his way back from Alice's blue eyes and she didn't really mind that.

'Hey Aaron, back to earth,' said Zayn and I smacked his shoulder, 'Let them have their time, Zayn...' I said and he shrugged, 'What about our time?' he asked Aaron.

'Shut up,' Aaron said and kissed Alice's cheek. I refrained from awing again.

Zayn rolled his eyes. Although Zayn was happy about Aaron being with Alice because they made an extremely adorable couple and they were both eachother's supply of happiness nowadays. But he couldn't help but get a little jealous of the distributed attention.

That's what happens when you are childhood friends.

Right, Aaron became my best friend when he moved into middle school. But Zayn, and Aaron and later Ryder have been friends since birth. They weren't in the same schools but because their parents were friends, they were bound to be friends too. Stacie was also a part of their group before she moved into this school and changed her group, hehe. They were okay with it, because Aaron became my best friend too. But these three are inseparable.

'I am not going to ignore my friends like you,' said Zayn pouting. I couldn't help wonder how cute he looked but then he caught me smiling at him and gave his usual cocky smirk that made me roll my eyes. He laughed.

'Neither will I,' I said, 'But they aren't ignoring us. They're just spending their time together,' I said, 'So let's go to my room. You haven't really been in there, have you? Except of today.'

He wiggled his eye brows, and oh, I could look through his brain. I planted an ever so sweet slap across his face, and instead of staring at me wide eyed when I do that, he laughed. 'I wasn't thinking like that,' he justified.

'Yeah right,' I said and he laughed again. I leg our way to my room.

'Yeah, I really haven't observed your room too much,' he said, it was getting dark and I opened my bed fairy lights.

'Wow, that's creative,' he said and gazed at the lights in awe.

'Hmmm, Grace helped me with this DIY,' I answered.

'Your room is welcoming,' he said and sat down on my bed, 'And look at that, wow, your pictures.'

'Ummhmm, from when I was born to this day. A lot of pictures,' I answered smiling at them.

He stood up, and came to hug me from the back, that sent the whole chills down my body, 'You wanna tell me the history of every picture?' he whispered.

'And this was necessary to ask this question?' I asked him referring to the hug.

'Yes, it was,' he answered again. I tried to hide the blush that crept onto my cheeks, and freed myself from his grasp to which he chuckled.

I went forward to point to one picture, 'That is my first day of elementary school, I was very happy,' I told him.

'Uggh, nerd,' he said, 'You were born a nerd, right? I at least cried a whole hour at school because I wanted to go back and play.'

'And you're telling that to me? Wow, do you even know how disadvantageous it is for you? I know how to use things in my favour crybaby.'

'Hey!' he whined, 'And advantageous?'

'Yes, that is a word.'

'This one's of my first outing, mom took me to a beach. That explains my love for the sea, my first outing was to the sea. And here's the one when I went to a roller coaster the first time, and regretted it.'

'The one where it stopped in the middle?' he asked, 'Explains the big crying face. You look cute and by the way, who's the crybaby now?' he said and I rolled my eyes.

'Shut up,' I said, 'I only cried for five minutes. Not an hour.'

'Yeah whatever,' he said, 'What about that one?'

He pointed to a picture of me and Jennifer soaked in water. We had our arms around eachother and probably the happiest grin I can give. We were standing beside a pool, on our picnic to a water park.

'Cheryl? Back to Earth,' Zayn said waving in front of my face.

'Yeah, ummmm, that one was taken when I was thirteen and Jennifer had come for a visit here. We went to water park with my dad's whole family. And Uncle Hansel, my dad's younger brother three us both into the pool.'

'Wow, I am going to repeat the stunt someday,' he winked.

'No you won't, I'll kill you if you did that,' I said and laughed.

'You guys look ......' he searched for a right word, 'Ummm, close.'

'We were,' I said and continued telling him the memories we shared together and all about what happened. I knew the tricks Jennifer could play, I wanted Zayn to be fully aware of what happened between us to.prevent any loss. Not that I didn't trust him but still, and he was also interested in hearing all of that.

Felicity's POV

'Hey Evangeline,' I said walking into my room to greet my room mate, 'I am going downstairs to get me juice, would you like some?'

She smiled at me, 'No thankyou. How was your day?'

'Amazing, I figured out how to do my algebra without cutting the solution a thousands time before that.'

'Wow great improvement,' she said laughing.

'Okay, I'll be off now.'

I went downstairs greeting everyone around. I found Sarah in the middle.

'Sarah! When did you come?' I asked her.

'Just arrived honey,' she said and engulfed me into a hug.

'So how is America?' I asked her making my way downstairs alongside her.

'It's all lush life and dreams. I liked it, i think you'll like it too.'

'Really? What's so special about it?' I asked.

'Because you like noise, and buzz of the big city. You want to travel and all. New York was the definition of a lot of people and busy life. You want to live without a break. But Toronto feels like home, it wasn't the same there.'

'Ahh,' I said, 'I'd like to visit it someday then. Of course Toronto's like home but you know I prefer change.'

'Ummhmmm, mango or orange?' she asked me.

'Orange,' I answered at once.

Sarah had been our teacher for the orphanage all along. I had seen her from the day I came here to this day. She was like a mother but she was very busy in the management of the house. Evangeline on the other hand was my twelve year old room mate, who was the sweetest and most mannerable girl I had ever seen. This orphanage was my home. Although I was happy here but I still wanted to find out why my parents abandoned me on the door of the orphanage when I was two days old. Was I not wanted? Are they even alive?

Hey guys!
Felicity's POV here! How is it? Also, there are going to be more cute moments between my main couple so please don't cringe. It's my first time writing romance. I am open for all constructive criticism that is done politely.

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