Bevan vs. Evan by Zoe Evans

Author:Zoe Evans
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon Spotlight

Saturday, February 26

Nighttime, in my kitchen, drowning my sorrows in sugar

Song Level:

I Want Candy (and Hot Fudge, and Whipped Cream)!

When I walked into Just Desserts, I couldn’t find Evan at first. I saw this cute guy sitting in a booth at the far end of the restaurant, but his back was to me. His hair was perfectly styled, and he had a cute sweater on. He looked like he COULD be Evan, but, like, in a parallel universe where Evan dressed cooler and styled his hair. But then the guy turned around and saw me, and waved. It WAS Evan! A super-adorable, showered Evan. Maddy LIKE! When I sat down across from him, I detected the faint smell of something citrusy. Cologne? I was like, “Who is this guy?”

“Hey, Maddy.” He did one of those looking-me-up-and-down things, and I immediately wished I had put a little more effort into my ensemble as well. I mean, I looked fine and all. I was wearing a long knitted sweater over skinny jeans with knee-high boots, and I’d actually curled my hair earlier today so it was still a little wavy. But still . . . if I had known we were playing dress-up, I would have gotten fancier. Hmph.

“Hi,” I said. I suddenly felt nervous.

Long, awkward pause.

“So,” I said. “How was your day?”

“Good!” he said cheerfully. “How was yours?”

I shrugged. “Looooong day of cheer stuff.” I spent the day practicing the moves Katie and I have been doing lately for hours on my lawn when Mom was out doing errands.

“Cool,” he said.

A waitress came by wearing an old-fashioned diner uniform: pink collared shirt, little black apron, and her hair in curls. So retro.

“Hey, lovebirds,” she said with a wink.

Both of us blushed uncontrollably. I wanted to say, “No, we’re not lovebirds, we’re just friends,” but she didn’t give me the chance.

“You want to do the fixed-price menu or à la carte?” She was smacking her gum super loudly.

Evan spoke first. “We’ll do the fixed price,” he said automatically. Then he looked at me and smiled nervously.

“Uh, sounds good to me,” I said, even though Evan ordering for me is just another step on the weird ladder we seemed to be climbing.

“I recommend picking different things and then sharing,” she said. And then she winked at us!

Utter MORTIFICATION! Was this woman trying to ruin my life? I mean, sure I’ve been a little squirmy and smiley around E lately, but I’ve been flying under the radar. THIS? Is NOT under the radar.

We quickly changed the subject. Evan told me that his SuperBoy is almost done.

“Does Cupid get his butt kicked in the end?”

Evan shook his head and made the “zip the lips” motion. “You’ll just have to read it, like I said. When it’s ready.”

“Fine,” I said, smiling.

Our plates arrived, and we were completely overcome by the sugar fantasy that lay before us. There was a double chocolate fudge brownie, a raspberry parfait, a giant peanut butter chocolate chip cookie, angel food cake with strawberry sauce, a plate of bonbons, and a banana split.

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