Steve Randle. · Y/n story by @udontknowme68

The August sun was beating down on the Curtis house, the screen door slamming shut behind you as you stepped out onto the porch. Evie was already sitting on the steps, her chin resting on her knees, a nervous smile tugging at her lips.

Evie

There you are! I was starting to think you got lost in that bathroom of yours.

She waited until you dropped down next to her, the wood warm through your jeans. Then she grabbed your hand, squeezing it once, like she was bracing herself.

Evie

So, I've been meaning to do this for a while now.

She grinned, clearly proud of herself. The summer air hummed with cicadas, and somewhere down the street, a car engine coughed to life.