Title: Tout était d'or quand le jour a rencontré la nuit.
Rating: PG13 not to sure,
POV: 3rd, Evies this time
Summary: Ryan's something else, and spying on Brendon isn't making him any more human. Brendons madly in love, but he can't stop staring.
Disclaimer: not real
Note: first attempt at fanfic, please be kind and give me pointers please
Evie lay in bed, it was early morning. Brendon was sleeping next to her, the soft yet prominent curve of his clavicle exposed. His skin soft and pale from the winter, she sighed, as she remembered the way he had held her every night since the first one they had spent together and how she had woken up every morning since, still wrapped in his warm embrace. Every morning except this one, he’d had a restless night, tossing, turning and mumbling in his sleep, something about “ember eyes” and “that boy”. He had kept reaching out, trying to grab something, It had disturbed Evie’s sleep, so she had spent most of the night whispering reassuring words into his ears, trying to project them in to his dreams.
She loved him, truly and deeply, as she drifted back to half sleep, she remembered how they met. It was her very own fairytale, and he was her golden trimmed prince.
Evie is sat on a bench, it is spring 2004, everything is falling around her, a flurry of autumn red yellows and oranges, its cold, the air bites at her hands, she is thinking about leaving this place, running away, there is nothing left here for her except Gabe, but he’d always be with her no matter what, he’d always be there, She took out her phone and was ready to call him, when something caught her eye,
A man, medium height, small if she is honest walks along the path towards her, he looks vacant. His expression mirrors her. She can’t see his eye the mop of dark hair falls in front of them,
Brendon always says they met in never-land, because before each other they were lost children.
The man smiled at her, she smiled back, then he sat down, they exchanged nervous glance for a while. And finally he spoke
"Would it be all right, if we just sat and talked for a little while, if in exchange for your time
I give you this smile?"
The curtains billowed. Evie was forced from the dream. She knew she had shut the window before they climbed in to bed the night before. It was cold, Evie went towards the window, and as she pulled it shut. Strange eyes settled on hers.
it’s bad I know
Evie corrects spelling and tense=]