Evelyn was bored. She was the type of bored where even staring at the dusty ceiling fan, counting each and every rotation, was entertaining a few moments ago. Evelyn was bored. Her best friend Kimberly went out of town on Wednesday to make it to wherever her family is dragging her to, by today, Friday for Christmas. Christmas is tomorrow and it doesn't feel like it.

The Williams family is spread out in the house, doing their own thing. The younger Williams is in her room, chatting away on her cellphone to her fast best friend. The two eldest Williams are split as one is cooking and the other is playing butler. The only Williams that seems to not be enjoying herself is Evelyn.

She hates when she feels like this. Alone. She cannot complain, though, it was worse in her dorm on those days and nights that Deja returned to their dorm room late. She could cope with that, but this was just outright killing her.

Evelyn sighs heavily and pats the bed for her cellphone. She takes a moment to smile about the nostalgia of being in her old room again. She has been home for two weeks and she still couldn't get over the fact that her parents never changed her room. Evelyn found it heartwarming.

Evelyn retrieves her cellphone and unlocks it before scrolling through her usual social media feeds. She goes from Instagram to Facebook, to twitter, all checking on the likes and shares of her pictures and quotes. She was satisfied to see that per usual, her social media was booming and she had spread her peace into the world for the afternoon.

Evelyn exits the apps and moves to her contacts. She could really use some entertainment right now and maybe she'll find a victim to do just that, entertain her. She scrolled through countless contesters, but the candidates were either busy or didn't return her texts. She should have known that wasn't her plan going to work out.

It's Christmas break, tomorrow is Christmas, who was free on Christmas Eve? Everyone is with their families, right?

Evelyn groaned until her thumb stopped on a familiar name. She had totally forgotten the stranger and who exactly the person was, but she believed she met this person Monday night. She cursed her memory for the lack of recall, but she did what she had done fifty times already, text the person.

She sent a simply: "hello", hoping the person, even if a total stranger would bite back. She needed this person to take the bait so she wouldn't be so bored anymore.

Five minutes passed and Evelyn's cellphone never lit up for a notification. Nothing happened.

Was it ignore Evelyn day? Evelyn didn't know but that thought irritated her. She shouldn't be so pressed about the matter, but she is.

Then something clicks. She never told the person who she was. She would never answer a strange text with a vague "hello" either. Picking up her cellphone, Evelyn unlocks it to send another text, but the stranger beats her to the punch with a rather straight forward: "Who is this?".

Evelyn had to stop herself for squealing in delight. She finally got what she wanted, now her next concern is how to keep it.

Evelyn decided to be bold and text a risky: "Call me and find out." Again, she tried not to squeal at the excitement of it all. She doesn't like texting anyways and would much rather talk over the phone. She finds it better and more intimate that way.

Another five minutes pass and Evelyn comes to a sad conclusion that the stranger may have lost interest. This causes Evelyn to worry. Maybe she shouldn't have been so aggressive. Would she have been better off simply telling the person who she was the first time? Does it seem childish that she is actually questioning herself about this?

Oh her questions were endless and her boredom was caving in on her. Was she really this desperate for attention?

Suddenly her cellphone flashed its LED. The relentless light scared her at first, but it brought a good sign. Without much thought, Evelyn picked up the cellphone and slid her thumb across, Answer.

"Hello?" She spoke softly.

"Oh, hey... You told me to call?" A familiar baritone answers.

Evelyn removes the cellphone from her ear and glances at the caller identification. She had called George, the host from the party his past Monday. Now she remembers.

"Yeah, I did. Just bored." She releases, leaning back onto her pillows.

George sighs from the other end, shuffling in his spot as well.

"Same here. So, what's up?" He asked casually.

Evelyn shrugged as if he could see her. She didn't think this through. She is talking to a total stranger. Well, he isn't a total stranger, but very much still a stranger.

"Nothing much, just pestering people for some company," Evelyn admits.

"I see. You're not hanging with your family today?" He asks, knowing he couldn't do that any time soon.

Evelyn played with the tassels on her sham, rolling her eyes at the thought of hanging with her currently divided family.

"Nah. Not right now."

"Same. I may or may not have been disowned." George chuckles dryly.

He didn't know why he told Evelyn this, but it did feel good to finally admit the truth he had been ignoring all day. He had to admit it to someone other than himself.

Evelyn frowned at his bluntness. She isn't the sensitive type, but knowing someone feels like they have been disowned from their family is disheartening. She may have been bored, but she knew she had a family.

"Don't say stuff like that. It means I'll have to say some sappy shit in return." Evelyn jokes trying her darnedest to lighten the mood.

When George's chuckles fill the other line, Evelyn couldn't stop the smile that spread her lips. It was good to know she could be of some use.

"Oh don't worry, I wasn't expecting you to be the sappy type." He teases, chuckling at Evelyn's overdramatic gasp in response.

Evelyn clutched her hand to her heart and made up an unfamiliar wail that sent George into a fit of laughter at the know-it-all girl showing more character than expected.

Evelyn had to admit, she enjoyed making him laugh, even if it meant sounding like a fool while doing so.

"I just made an ass of myself for a stranger." She thought aloud.

"I'm not completely a stranger, y'know." George countered.

Evelyn rolled her eyes and silently counted the number of times her ceiling fan rotated. One. No, two-four? She didn't know, but it was going faster than she realized.

"And there goes the silent treatment, again." George sighs, feigning boredom.

Evelyn chuckles at his childishness. George's comment made her think back to Monday night. She was an asshole to him and he sat there and took it. He didn't even agree that she was a bit of a bitch for no reason - even though she really was - he just kept coming back with the jokes. She liked that.

"I meant to apologize, again for Monday night. I'm usually an asshole, and I find it hard to control it." She admits, trying not to sound like she was dwelling in the past.

The truth is, she was. George was just being polite and respectful and she tried to slit his throat for that. Evelyn was beginning to think that she really is a bitch? Why hasn't anyone told her that yet?

"Evelyn, seriously stop bringing up that old shit. You already apologized." George chuckles. "And stop referring to yourself as a bitch. My grandfather has one of those and she's a retriever named Lady."

Evelyn laughed at George's obvious attempt to bring her back to their previous space. He had a mean sense of humor, again, Evelyn liked that. She couldn't be friends with anyone who didn't hold the humor trait. Humorless people bored her.

"Fine. I'm not a bitch." Evelyn caves.

"That's what I like to hear." George agreed.

The two fall silent. Evelyn's cellphone screen was beginning to burn her ear from being held so closely to the sensitive lobe. She easily switched ears and waited for George to say something else. When he didn't, Evelyn mind began to wonder.

Maybe this was the end of their conversation? Evelyn honestly didn't want it to end. Who else could she call? Dinner should be almost ready so maybe she should end things here. Should she?

"George I--"

"I--Oh, sorry. Go. Speak."

Evelyn chuckles awkwardly at that exchange and tries again.

"I'm gonna go. Dinner is ready." She announces.

"Oh. Okay. " Was all George had said before Evelyn hung up.

Her mother had waltzed into her room announcing that dinner was indeed ready. Evelyn was overly elated that dinner was finally ready. She had been ignoring her hunger since eating a bowl of oatmeal earlier. Her stomach couldn't take anymore waiting or procrastination.

The storm that was supposed to be here last week had finally reared its ugly head. The storm could not have come at a more terrible time either. It is Christmas and the Williams were feeling the merriment of the season, that was until their electricity shut off after a violent boom.

Evelyn hates storms. She hated the mood it put her in. She hated the disaster storms left behind. She hated that she would now, once again, be cooped up in the house. She understands that it is Christmas, but knowing that she cannot go outside for a breath of fresh air is suffocating her.

Her mother and father are trying to make he best of it for their girls. Matthew started a fire in the fire place while his wife Carolyn prepared hot coco on a heating skillet above the crackling fire. The spouses tried their very best to make sure that everyone would be comfortable and safe as the storm raged outside of their shutters.

Brianna was happy for the most part. Her cellphone and tablet were fully charged and she had earbuds and a seemingly unlimited supply of snacks. She had joined her family in the den after dinner and hasn't looked up from her electronic devices once since she had arrived.

Evelyn was the only one still in a sour mood. She stayed clear of the windows in the den as she had opted for the middle of the floor. The Television in front of her was wide and black. They had no electricity and that meant she wouldn't be catching up on any of her reality television shows tonight. That thought sent her further into a depression.

Evelyn thought to call George back, to check if he had any updates on his family. She did know that he lived an hour or so away and wondered if he was safe on his side. It wasn't that she cared about him, but about his safety. She may have been a bitch, but she wasn't a ruthless one.

"Evelyn, can you get out of the middle of the damn floor?" Her mother hissed, nearly tripping over Evelyn's foot.

Evelyn refrained from groaning and rolling her eyes as she sat up from her spot and scooted back against the nearby sofa. She glances up at her little sister who was ogling over some guy on Instagram. She tried not to feel jealous of her little sister's happiness, but she hated that she was the only Williams feeling sour.

"Cocoa is ready. Please try not to spill it on the rug." Matthew forewarned.

Two weeks ago his baby girl, Brianna, thought it would be a fine idea to spill beeforni on his wife's last crème carpet. It wasn't a tiny spill either, she wasted her entire bowl. The young girls' reason was because she and that Ariel girl were arguing over something trivial. That didn't matter, what did was him figuring out how to save one of two princesses from his raging queen.

Carolyn was livid. She cursed and called Brianna every name in the book. She couldn't even say Brianna's name for an entire week without getting riled up again. She was that enraged. She eventually calmed down after a week long of pampering from Matthew. He never wanted to see his wife that worked up again.

Brianna had glanced up from her devices just in time to catch her fathers knowing glare. He was not going to save her butt this time. Before she could return her gaze onto her cellphone, she also caught her mothers daggers as well, drilling a hole into her before she looked away.

Brianna is admittedly afraid of her mother. Although being simply afraid is not enough to describe how far her stomach drops when her mother looks at her this way. Brianna just wanted the ground to swallow her up, but she knew that even then she'd still feel her mother's glare.

Evelyn had already retrieved her mug of cocoa while the tension between her parents and little sister was brewing. She was still very much bored but satisfied to hold heat in her palms. She wasn't necessarily cold prior but welcomed the warmth happily.

"Thank you, momma." She watched her mother take a seat in the recliner adjacent to herself. "Thank you, daddy."

Both parents a simple "you're welcome" as a peaceful silence fell over the Williams household. The silence enveloped them peacefully as they drunk their cocoa and listened to the tantrum of the storm outside of their windows.

Evelyn finally invited that tantrum, allowing it to lull her as she drunk her cocoa silently. This Christmas Day was not ideal, but Evelyn was happy that she was with family and that everyone was happy and safe.

She even settled with the idea that the Williams will have to do gift exchanges tomorrow instead of today as ritualistic. They would be okay, for now, they have each other as they wait for the storm to pass.

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