Wow, it's been a while since I've written about the Fine Line kids. Thanks to the many many many edits, this is CANON. ;)

Sod You, Evander Phillips

How did he always manage to do this to her? She could be infuriated with him, but the moment she saw those teasing brown eyes, all the anger would melt away. He brought out the absolute worst in her at the absolute worst times, he made fun of her accent and the way she acted, he acted like an idiot, but no matter what he did, she just couldn't manage to stay mad at him.

"The bloody things you do to me, Evander Phillips."

Leah's anger started to fade when Evander looked up at her (he was cleaning out the multitude of Mountain Dew bottles at the bottom of his locker) and his eyes locked with hers. He looked confused and asked, "What'd I do?"

Leah stared at him incredulously. "Surely you must be joking."

Evander stood up (this made Leah feel incredibly short since he was more than a head taller). He couldn't help but quote, "'I never joke. And don't call me Shirley.'" He would always consider "Airplane!" quotes to be brilliant.

Leah forced herself not to laugh. This was a serious situation and laughing at his stupid joke would make her forgive him entirely, and she just couldn't have that. "Don't think that you can quote your way out of this," she said sternly. "You ruined my valedictorian speech."

"…I plead DEATH." Evander dodged Leah's palm when she tried to hit the back of his head. "Seriously, how did I ruin it? I think it's much better."

Leah was not amused. "You just put in a bunch of sodding movie references and scribbled out all the parts that were supposed to be really motivational!"

Evander scoffed. "Motivational is sooo last year. As far as I'm concerned, I saved your speech. And some of those quotes are good!"

"Evander, listen to this." Leah dug the speech in question out of her backpack and cleared her throat. "My fellow graduates, today marks one of the most important days in our lives. We're leaving the comfort and security of our homes." Her eyes narrowed. "As Bilbo Baggins once said, 'It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.'"

Evander looked solemn. "Come on, that fits perfectly!"

Leah refused to admit he was right. "Maybe I can salvage it. MAYBE. But what about the ending?" She started reading again, "So as we leave today, remember one very important thing: 'Ni.'" She said this last word distastefully. She liked Monty Python as much as the next person, but it had no place in a valedictorian speech.

Evander laughed proudly. "Yes! It's brilliant! And you're welcome."

"I gave you that speech to make sure it was interesting!"

"And it wasn't, so I fixed it." Evander grinned, but it suddenly disappeared. "Wait." His eyes were suddenly very intense and it made Leah blush. "Since when do you care what I think?"

Leah wanted so much to break eye contact, but she found herself unable to do so. "You were the first interesting person I could find, but that's not what-"

"So now you think I'm interesting." Evander smiled broadly and took a step closer. "You care what I think and you think I'm interesting."

"Well… yeah, but you still ruined it!" Leah swallowed hard and backed up into the lockers. She could feel her heart pounding.

"But you don't care," said Evander smoothly. "And I know why, Leah."

Leah found herself rapidly growing flustered. "Stop it," she protested weakly. He was now only a couple inches away and showed no sign of breaking eye contact. "I'm trying to be mad at you." She tried to glare, but it didn't work.

Evander smirked. "You fancy me, Leah," he said in an English accent. His voice was considerably lower.

Leah found it hard to breathe. "Don't you dare…" she said faintly as Evander leaned in closer, but half a moment later, she found herself kissing him. Now her moods were going haywire: she was mad at him for trying to distract her from being mad, and now she was near melting point from the way his lips felt on hers, and now she was mad at herself for forgiving him again…. "Sod you, Evander Phillips," she breathed in his ear when the two broke apart. She realized that Evander was holding her against his chest now and glowered at him.

He chuckled, kissing her briefly again. "You can't stay mad at me."

She stared into those irritatingly forgivable brown eyes. "That's exactly why I am."

This is a kind of celebratory piece because Fine Line has been "finished" (ha, yeah right) for a year now!

Have a cinnamon and sugar pretzel!