the grass isn't always greener , evan

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"No nothing you can say will stop me, nothing you do will break me down..." A sweet angelic voice sang, trying to brainstorm new lyrics while driving to Starbucks. Red Velvet was in desperate need of a new hit single, and the first thing they needed was new lyrics. So in attempt to start working at that, Cadence started singing whatever popped into her head, hoping it would sound good. Sometimes it worked, but most of the time she just spit out a bunch of gibberish. It was something she did whenever she drove somewhere. She rarely listened to the radio. Most mainstream music these days was like death to her ears. Picky was an understatement when it came to Cadence and music. She always brought her iPod everywhere, incase she's forced to listen to some garbage that other people like.

As she pulled into the parking lot of Starbucks, her music part of her brain shut off. She needed to take a break from stressing out over making new songs. Thus why she decided to go to Starbucks. Starbucks was always her go to place when she needed a break. Sometimes she'd come here to chill with Asher, or whoever else just happened to be here. She could spend hours sitting relaxing on her laptop, ordering drinks as she pleased. Every now and then, someone would come up and ask her for her autograph, but it was nothing stressful and people were usually really chill there.

The only problem she had with Starbucks, is that it's where she met her ex boyfriend, her first love. He was a worker here, and she can distinctly remember the day he hit on her as he delivered her drink to her table. Asked her out on a date on the spot. He was so charming and handsome, how could Cadence reject an offer like that? It was sort of love at first sight. A magical thing. But of course in the end, Cadence had to go and fucking cheat on him, and fuck things up. She still regrets it, but after two years of no contact with him, she's gotten over it for the most part and avoids thinking about the situation.

As Cadence walked into the shop, she immediately noticed a lot of cute girls in the room. Even the cashier was cute. It was weird, she'd been noticing how attractive girls seem to her alot more frequently nowadays. She's always been a little bi-curious, but never dared to flirt with a girl, or get into a serious relationship with one. Although, she had lost her virginity to a girl, that's a different story.

"Hi, can I have a grande shaken passion tea lemonade? Sweetened please." It was the same thing she got every single time. Surprisingly, Cadence wasn't much of a coffee person, which is weird, considering how many times she comes to Starbucks per week. The cashier smiled and Cadence gave her the money without being told how much it was. She'd ordered it way too many times for her own good. As soon as she got her change she walked to a table and waited for her drink. She looked around the room, hoping for a familiar face, or a new interesting face. Hopefully something exciting would happen today to get her mind off stress.

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<sup>a cigarette dangled between her coral lips as she moved the stick shift into gear. the ridiculously long ash of her cigarette hung over her lap; threatening to fall at any given minute. evan grabbed it between her index and middle finger and ashed out the window, gnashing her teeth at the asshole in front of her who couldn't drive. her arm rested out of the window for a few seconds as the person in front of her took their sweet time. as soon as the car next to her moved, evan planned to switch lanes and blow past this butthole who couldn't drive.

evan's car was a total p.o.s. a lemon, if you will, somewhere around nine hundred years old. the driver's door won't open unless you kick it three times (there's a lot of scratches on it because of this), it reeked of cigarette smoke and coffee, and evan was 99.9% positive the previous owner of this car had parkinson's and a weird thing for bbq sauce 'cause there were some odd stains in this baby, it got terrible mileage, and had broken down on a number of occasions. other than all of that, it was a great car, really and truly. evan bought it the second she graduated and moved out.

evan dropped her cigarette out of the window, hit the turn signal, and changed lanes. there, now she was free to at least drive the speed limit and not five goddamn miles under it. today evan was driving without a purpose: she got in her car to simply get in her car and listen to pink floyd. she hadn't even been feeling cramped or restless. these feelings usually brought her to her car to go bump around town, increase her risk of being mugged, and definitely piss her off about other people's inability to drive. okay, she was a tad (or maybe a lot) misanthropic, but really, could you blame her? actually, you probably could. evan was no where near perfect: she was convinced the human race was doomed; had a hard time dealing with cashiers, waiters, and waitresses; children are bastards; and dealing with other people sometimes left evan exhausted. the truth was that most people sucked and evan was lucky enough to know it.

but after all that, at the end of the day, when she was tired, bleeding, sweating, and in need of coffee evan really just wanted a nice guy or girl to come home to and cuddle with. someone who didn't care that she smoked like a chimney, or sometimes had too many margaritas, or drank coffee like a fiend-- holy fucking shit, coffee! evan swerved instantly to the green and white circle that was her world, leaving a bunch of upset people in her wake. dumbasses. oh, hold up— no drive-thru? this was an abomination! what kind of place was this that in the 21st century they did not have a drive-thru? evan put her lemon-of-a-car in park and weighed her options in her head: go in and get coffee and risk her car not starting back up or suffer a caffine-induced headache... hmm, her car not starting was a risk she was willing to take.

turning the key in the ignition, the car shut off and evan grabbed the door handle. "you better fucking start when i get back, understand?" she growled at the car and kicked the dented and scratched door close. a mother and her child in the parking space next to her stared. "it doesn't close unless you, uh, like, kick it..."</sup>

[/color] evan mumbled and looked at the ground, feeling somewhat embarrassed. she wanted to yell at them not to stare at her, that she knew their type, that the woman was a soccer mom and her kid was going to grow up to be either a perfect citizen or a whore who did nothing for society. her face flooded with color as evan turned on her pink doc marten clad heel and rushed inside.

the sweet, warm and comforting blanket of coffee smell relaxed her. it washed away all the thoughts of the stares and comforted her. god, if i could just smell like that all the time! her eyes closed and she breathed in deep. fortunately, there was no one in line; this made evan's mood better. when she got to the register, already knowing what she wanted, she noticed the cashier was cute girl, probably around her age. "just a... black coffee. thanks."[/color] evan handed the girl a crumpled ten dollar bill that had been shoved in her jeans' back pocket, got her change, and waited for the dudes that make her coffee to make it. she whispered her thanks and turned around to the door, staring at her car. to get in or not to get in... that is the question. no, dealing with her car not starting right now was not on her list of things to do. she wanted to sit and enjoy her coffee, and look at attractive people.

gracefully maneuvering herself through the tables of people typing away on their laptops or giggling with their friends, evan noticed one girl who was alone, sipping some type of tea lemonade concoction. she looked very familiar, and evan stood between two tables of people trying to figure out where she knew her from. she played in one of the bands for the tour, she knew that much... "hey, are you gonna stand there or are you gonna move on?"[/i] evan barely heard the person from the table next to her say. "red vel- yeah, that's right. she whispered, before realizing that the hipster looking dude next to her had said something. "god, i hate hipsters."[/color] she mumbled under her breath, making sure the guy heard her, but not anyone else.

she smiled bitchily at the man, a smile that only girls seemed to have mastered, and approached... oh shit, what was her name? cadence? that sounded right, but evan wasn't going to take her chances and end up insulting her when she got her name wrong. "hey, you sing for red velvet, right? i'm evan, i play guitar in the lovelies. we're, uh, on tour together." it was a huge tour, there was a chance that she didn't know evan's band... evan felt awkward. her greeting was awkward. this whole thing was awkward! i need a cigarette... could she not be so awkward next time?


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i didn't mean to post that much.
evan inspires me. <3
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"Passion tea lemonade!" Cadence heard a deep raspy voice yell amongst the chattering away of young adults. She quickly jumped up from her seat and grabbed the drink, thanking the man. He looked like he was having a rough day, his hair was all out of place, his eyes bloodshot red, and not a single hint of a smile, or even a trace of happiness could be found on his face. Cadence took out a 20 dollar bill from her back pocket and handed it to the man. "Here you go." She said simply, while the man's face lit up. Cadence loved making people's days, especially when they've been having bad ones. While grabbing a straw, she sat back in her seat, all alone at a table. Man she looked like a loner, but she didn't really give a fuck at this point. She'd rather be here than her tour bus or anywhere else.

The chimes of the door rang, as a beautiful girl, who looked sort of familiar walked into the store. She had gorgeous hair and the sweetest blue eyes. Or so they looked blue from here. Her face was flawless, not one trace of imperfection found. Cadence drooled over her appearance, especially at her style. This girl had the "i don't really give a fuck, but i still look hot" thing going on. Cadence couldn't help but stare at her as she walked in, as she ordered. It was still so weird to Cadence that suddenly she was seeing girls in such a different way. It was like something inside her clicked, and it just made sense that it was very possible she could fall in love with a girl. If that girl ever looked as gorgeous as the one standing at the register, Cadence would feel blessed.

Her eyes followed as the girl gracefully walked over through the tables, sortof heading towards her direction. Cadence's tummy suddenly started fluttering with butterflies. She couldn't help it. Suddenly the girl looked at her, and Cadence immediately felt embarrased for staring at her, but she didn't look away. It was weird. Wait a second, this girl looked familiar. Like she was from a band on tour. But which one? There were billions of bands on that tour, and she couldn't pick out which one this girl was from. A rocker chick though... that made her even more attractive. Damn, was Cadence really still staring at this girl? She turned her attention to elsewhere, only to be surprised by a voice.

"hey, you sing for red velvet, right? i'm evan, i play guitar in the lovelies. we're, uh, on tour together." This girl's voice was music to Cade's ears. She smiled suddenly, she could tell this girl felt awkward. "Oh yeah! I'm surprised you noticed. I thought you looked familiar too... sorry for staring, I was uh- trying to figure out who you were" Cadence replied. The real reason? She was admiring how freaking cute Evan was. "Oh, b-but I'm Cadence. Nice to m-meet you, Evan." Goddamit. Why did she have to stutter when she got nervous? It was going to be totally obvious that she was nervous now. Awkward. Hopefully the rest of this conversation would go better than the beginning.

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<sup>the corner of evan's lip pulled up in a crooked smile and the color flooded to her cheeks when their eyes met. this girl was the type evan liked: gorgeous, and classically so. her hair was a beautiful: that perfect wave a lot of girls wanted and a beautiful chestnut color with a hint of wine red-ish-auburn highlight to it; her eyes were a electrifying shade of blue lighter than evan's... god, even this chick's goddamn nose was cute! the girl's eyes fell to the floor; her cheeks still tinted pink. embarrassing, yes, but she'd recover from her blushing epidemic.

she looked up again as the girl spoke and introduced herself as cadence. oh yeah, i was right! evan's inner caricature of herself did a victory dance. anyways, cadence, no longer nameless, had a pretty, light musical voice, unlike evan's which was kind of raspy from smoking so much but still very feminine. "don't worry about it. i was trying to figure out where i knew you from, too." she let out a little laugh and tucked a piece of her plain-jane brown hair behind her ears, revealing a diamond stud earring given to her by her grandmother before she died in her lobe. evan's grandmother wasn't actually that important of a character in her life seeing as she didn't hardly remember the old bat when she finally croaked, but the earrings were beautiful. they let her feel connected to a family member that maybe wasn't as fucked up as the rest of her ridiculous family that could induce vomiting.

evan pulled a chair from the table next to her and plopped down in it. she wasn't technically sitting at cadence's table, but she close enough to reach out and touch her... not that she really wanted to do that... right? the girl instantly folded her legs against her chest in a childish manner, ankles crossed, and took a sip of the bitter, dark liquid. it was her favorite. "nice to—formally—meet you, too." she offered a smile and couldn't help but notice that cadence stuttered twice; evan found this to be particularly adorable which caused a fluttery feeling in her stomach. she had since stopped blushing, but she still felt nervous, like you do around someone who's really hot.

"so, how's the tour been treating you so far?" evan asked and took another sip of her coffee, gazing out the window at the traffic on the street. there were mothers and kids walking around, annoying teenagers milling about, and business men looking serious in their suits and ties while tapping away on keyboards sipping some type of coffee. this was a nice part of town, it made her feel out of place when she pulled up in her sloppy jalopy blasting pink floyd's "run like hell" and screaming profanities at her car. the thought briefly crossed her mind of her in five years: would she still be driving that rust bucket, having to kick the door shut or would she have a sports car parked at her mansion in hollywood? somehow, that just wouldn't seem right. an amused smile made her lips turn up at the image.

evan returned her attention to the café, scanning the small room again. hipster dude was slumped over a notebook furiously writing in it, his coffee untouched (for some reason, that really irked evan when people ordered coffee and didn't drink it. like, seriously, what was the point of ordering it?); the two middle aged women seated at the table beside hipster dude were gossiping, or at least talking feverishly about something which was probably none of their business; and there was a mother on her cell phone drinking coffee with an infant in a stroller in the far corner of the room. other than these few people, no one else seemed very interesting. there were three men in business attire, a group of giggling teenage girls flirting with some teenage guys.

another thing that evan hated with a burning passion: teenagers. oh yes, she had been one once (hell, in some people's eyes she still was a teen) but even as a teenager, evan hated her own kind. they were annoying and didn't seem to realize that there were more important things in the world other than their crotches. this is why, according to bailey, her whore-of-a-older-sister-literally, she had so few friends during high school: our favorite misanthropic caffeine addict was always more mature than her peers and only hung out with people who were also on her same maturity level. this usually meant that her friends were older than her and by her senior year, evan had but one friend, a girl who was just as mature as she. unfortunately, they no longer hung out together because nelly, her ex best friend, was convinced that evan was gonna sell out when she went on tour. sometimes, she found herself missing nelly's company. never had she met a person her age who had the same tastes and interests as herself.

oh well, if it wasn't meant to be, it wasn't meant to be, right? evan's eyes found cadence's and again she had that feeling.


NOTES: perfectly okay, darlin' C: that was actually the longest post i've ever made lol. i'm pretty sure my grammar skillz fell apart there at the end. kind of turned into a rambling mess, but other than that, i like this post... sort of. XD they're so damn cute~
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"don't worry about it. i was trying to figure out where i knew you from, too." Cadence chuckled nervously. "Oh okay, good then.." Cadence noticed her voice wasn't exactly right. Something was off about it. It was sort of raspy, maybe? She did smell a little like an ashtray. Cadence came to the conclusion that she smokes, and brushed it off for now. She was too engaged in her beauty. She smiled at Evan, almost getting lost in her eyes. Thinking about how she must've been staring at her, seeming a little creepy, she snapped out of it and sipped some more of her tea.

Butterflies filled Cadence's stomach as she saw Evan pulling up a chair next to her. Was this actually happening? This gorgeous girl giving Cadence the time of day? How was it even possible? But then Cadence mentally slapped herself in the face. Wake up! she thought to herself. This girl is probably just being friendly. What's the chance she's into girls, anyway? Cadence told herself. Believing her thoughts made the butterflies disappear for a few moments, but they didn't fail to return as soon as she looked up at Evan again. Damnit.

"so, how's the tour been treating you so far?" Cadence sighed. The incessant reminder of brainstorming new lyrics filled up her stressed out mind yet once again. Just thinking about it was making her tired of the idea already. "Meh, stressful. I mean it's awesome, it's amazing, but so stressful." she managed to spit out. "But what about for you? I must admit, I really like your bands' sound!" Cadence commented, letting her teeth show once again. Why was this girl making her smile so much? Was it her drop-dead gorgeous looks? Her charm? The way she spoke? Or was it how she had the ability to make butterflies randomly appear in Cade's stomach? She had no idea, but whatever was making her like this, she sure liked it.

"You're like, really, um I mean, you should be a model or something!" Cadence said, not realizing how awkward that sounded until after she spit it out. Wow, that was incredibly stupid of her. "I mean, you're really pretty, sorry if that was awkward. It was, wasn't it? I'm not very good at being normal. I mean, not awkward. And now I'm rambling. Sorry." Cadence wouldn't be surprised if Evan got up and left. Embarrassed, she sipped on her drink and watched her surroundings. Her cheeks turned the color of her bright pink passion tea. God, she just had to ruin everything for herself, didn't she?

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