“I am so confused right now, everything’s confusing,” I said, turning towards Eve.
“Not everything is a puzzle,” Eve responded, her brown eyes looking deeply into my own green ones.
“Oh yeah? I know one thing is for certain though,” I said softly, walking towards her.
“And what is that?” Eve whispered, taking a step closer, and suddenly we found ourselves drawing closer to each other until we were less than a ruler apart.
“I-It’s that th-there’s no-one I -” I said, stumbling on a few words, heart beating possibly audibly.
She leaned in closer, and like magnet and something metal I was deeply attracted to her. Her eyes, a deep brown because we were in the shade, and her lips…
“No-one I would rather be… Eve, I’m starving!” I whined, breaking off mid-sentence before anything, well… happened. My cheeks were starting to warm up, and that’s not good.
Eve, taking a moment to register, pulled back and groaned, “Ja-ake! This is like the third break ever since we started!”
Of course, because it always ended up like this, all close and intimate…
I grinned sheepishly, and whined like a three year old, “Please Eve? Please, Please, please, please, please - ?”
“Ok, ok, shut up already!” she snapped, and then her usual smile popped up, brightening her pretty face, “You’re like a kid, you know that?”
“You look like a kid, you know that?” I said, grinning, and then reaching out to put a strand of brown hair away from her face, but quickly opted for the pat on the head instead.
Eve swot my hand away, and stuck her tongue out at me - Real mature.
I walked over to the big oak tree in her backyard and climbed up onto my favourite branch, watching my leg dangle above the immaculate garden that was just like the ones in every other house owned by a rich ass like Eve.
I looked at Eve, past all the fancy little lights, like I have for the past few years. Ever since I realised that I liked her more than well, a friend. Don’t know how it happened, just did, one day we were best friends who used to make mud pies with each other and the next it’s… she’s Eve Summers; the most incredible girl I’ve met in my entire life.
“Ja-ake,” Eve suddenly whined, snapping me back to reality.
“Yes Eve-y?” I asked, grinning.
Eve groaned, “Ughh, don’t call me that!”
My grin grew broader; although I was harbouring a long-time crush, I still love to tease her – its fun to see her get annoyed.
“What’s up?” I asked, and added for good measure, “Eve-y?”
She ignored it, and said seriously, “Who do you think is the murderer?”
I was taken back from the question, but I guess it was expected - seeing as it was Eve and her “time”. Seriously, that girl is obsessed when there’s a case her dad was on.
“Umm, a really deranged person?” I said uncertainly, and then continued blabbing when Eve cocked her eyebrow, “who has a fetish for stabbing girls and drawing lipstick all over their faces? Someone who is possibly tall, and hairy, and scary…”
Eve laughed, cutting me short with my babbling, “Save it Jake, it was a rhetorical question.”
I laughed, covering my embarrassment and then challenged, “Who do you think is the murderer? I bet you have a better idea than moi.”
“Jake. Never” She cocked her eyebrow at me again, “say ‘moi’ again.”
“But,” I began to protest, but she rambled on.
“Anyway, there are three suspects in the file, and they are Bonnie Slates, James Hayden, and...” she hesitated slightly before finishing, “Thomas Storme.”
Huh. Thomas Storme? A murderer? You know, I always thought he was up to something, something evil about him. It’s not that I have anything against him, it’s just... I hate that guy.
“Hmm, what would their motives be? I mean sure, Julia’s a bitch,” - that earned a wince from Eve, she hates swears - “but is she bitch enough to be wanted dead?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking during assembly today, and I thought up possible motives for the suspects,” she replied.
“So, who do you think has the highest possibility?” I asked, secretly chanting childishly the name of the person I hate.
“Bonnie,” she said in a beat, killing my chants.
“Oh?” I vaguely replied, successfully hiding my disappointment, “why’s that?”
Eve turned, and faced me, her brown eyes subtly shining with excitement, “I observed her the whole day, and have you noticed that she’s been laughing a lot and acting like nothing’s wrong?”
I nodded in agreement, “Yeah and rumour has it that she’s James Hayden’s new date to the formal. That girl sure works fast.”
Eve laughed, and said, “Exactly, that’s one of the possible reasons of her motive. James was Julia’s boyfriend, and Bonne couldn’t cope that Julia got asked out by the hottest guy a year above us –“
Now it was my turn to do the eyebrow cocking, “The ‘hottest guy’?”
“…In the year above us! There aren’t many hot guys in yr12 you know… and plus it’s not like I think he’s hot, it’s just everyone says he is, and even flora and thing thinks so as well. And on the toilet doors there were “I heart James Hayden” and during classes everyone talks about him, well not always about him, but you know what I mean. So anyway, assuming from the data by fellow peers I have reached the conclusion that James Hayden is the hottest guy. In the year above us.” Eve rambled quickly and making no sense at all. Did I mention Eve can rant for hours, most of the time she rants about the topic at hand and then connects it with irrelevant crap? Well unless you stop her, which is what I was about to do.
“…And for a private school like us, our toilets are pretty disgusting…” Eve said, are we talking about toilets now?
“Eve? Eve-y?” I asked, trying to stop her from giving me a full blown rant.
“Yes?” she asked distantly, looking up into the sky, probably still thinking about toilets.
“I get the point, you don’t think he’s the hottest,” I said, before adding, “It was just one comment.”
“And for that comment I extended my thoughts, my ability to access data, my deductive skills. Also my thoughts on the schools facilities, especially the toilets…” she replied; Great, another rant is coming.
“Shut up Eve,” I quickly said, cutting her short, “let’s not go into details about the school toilet system yeah?”
“Ok,” she said, before unnecessarily adding, “and plus you know who I think is hot anyway, I mean who I like.”
Yes, I do know; it’s Thomas freakin’ Storme. With his stupid, Eve said, and I quote, “his eyes are so grey and mysterious, and so enchanting… [Insert dreamy look from Eve and gag from Jake]”. I don’t know what the fuss is about his eyes, I mean; my green eyes are just as… enchanting.
“…do you think I should ask him to the formal? Or is it weird for a girl to ask a guy out?” she carried on, unknowingly killing me inside.
“Eve? Can we go back to the murder? Please.” I said curtly, not wanting to hear anymore about the girl I’ve liked for too long to talk about asking a guy that’s not me to the formal.
“What? Oh yeah ok, sorry,” she apologized.
I mumbled an “It’s ok.”
“Anyway, back to Bonnie’s motive. Yeah basically, I think she murdered her best friend to sort of… take over the position of Queen Bee, the boyfriend, the status, etc.”
“Mhmm,” I said. It sucks that we’re best friends. If I ask her out then everything would be weird if she rejects me. And if we do manage to go out, but we end up with a break-up then that will mean the best friendship I’ve ever had would be lost forever. Fuck, how do girls in movies live this shit?
“…do you agree with me?” Shoot. I missed what she was asking. Maybe, it’s not that important…
“Yes? I agree. I am on board. Totally,” I said – did I sound weird?
Eve bursted out laughing, making me confused, “What?”
“You just agreed that you’re a purple dinosaur who has it for Ms Farber, and that you love to square dance,” eve replied, laughing a bit in between.
“I…” missed all that?
“Jake! You weren’t listening to a single thing I was saying!” Eve exclaimed, grinning.
I chuckled embarrassingly before denying, “No! I heard everything you said and I thought they were very…insightful.” Insightful? Way to go, dork!
Dork, you earned a signature eyebrow cock from Eve! Seriously, I should stop commentating my stupid actions.
I laughed, trying to get off topic, “So, please continue with the umm, insights.”
Eve shook her head grinning, and that thoughtfully said, “The “insights” are at a dead end for this investigation, we need more information, to determine how it happened…”
I scoffed, “Like what? Travel back in time and go to the crime scene?”
And then Eve’s whole face lit up like a Christmas tree; that is not a good sign.
“What?” I asked cautiously. We’re doomed we’re doomed we’re doomed.
“If we want to know what happened, we don’t necessarily have to travel back in time…”she replied, “We can just go to the crime scene!”
How are we going to pull that off?
“It’s going to be a piece of cake; we’ll just pretend to be investigators! We can get badges and everything, blazers, sunglasses…”she trailed off excitedly, heading towards the house, pulling me with her.
We’re doomed we’re doomed we’re doomed.
