How was it that someone else had control of the remote in her own house?
Evan decided to change it to TMZ, which Rachel was completely uninterested in watching. She was never interested in that trash TV he liked so much. There were better things to watch, or better things to do in general than watch TV. The snide remarks made were nowhere near funny to her. Evan found them hilarious, and, just in effort for repairing their rocky relationship, she went along with it. She heard the loud transition music and looked to see what the next story was.
"So we have Bonnie Dune’s Finn Hudson out in Lima, Ohio…"
Her ears poked up at his name, and suddenly became more interested in the program.
"Oh, I love this guy,Finn Hudson," Evan said. "He’s a beast at the drums, you should see him, he’s like…" He started to ramble, imitating some drumming motions, but Rachel just looked at the TV.
"Finn Hudson? What’s he doing in Ohio?"
"We don’t know, but he was seen with a chick, so…"
Her eyes widened, and while she wanted to keep watching, she put her head down. In effort to preoccupy herself, she played with a loose thread on her on the blanket of her bed in which they were laying on.
"Ooh, do we know who she is?"
"Not yet, but she’s pretty cute."
Rachel heard a sound effect come on and looked up, assuming it was a picture, which it was. Oh my god, she thought in horror, as she saw herself on TV, hugging Finn in more than a friendly manner. This definitely didn’t help the false cheating accusations pressed against her.
"Is that…?" Evan asked her, raising an eyebrow.
Rachel’s phone vibrated on her desk and she looked over out it, not surprised to see Evan’s face. She didn’t answer his calls from the times earlier that day and the night before, but, like she had told Lauren, she had to preoccupy her mind. Talking to Evan would do just the opposite. She decided to finally answer it — he deserved to know how she was doing, even if she didn’t want to talk to him. ”Hello?” she answered.
"You haven’t be answering my calls."
"I’m busy," Rachel said simply.
She immediately sensed the skeptical tone to his voice. “Busy with what?”
"Arranging some music."
She sighed. “My teacher’s funeral, remember?”
"You could’ve at least answered one call."
"I’ve been busy," Rachel said with a short shrug.
Evan scoffed a little bit. “Sure.”
"Honestly, I just think Bette Midler is just okay."
“Just okay? Have you seen Gypsy?”
As much as Rachel was enjoying spending time with her dads and catching up — incredibly amused by their petty arguments, her quality time was interrupted by the loud ringing of her iPhone. It was Evan. She was tempted to ignore it, but she knew how easily worried Evan could get, so she she answered it, excusing herself from the room. “It’s Evan,” she said, making her way upstairs to her room. She tapped the talk button and greeted him.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey, how are you?" Evan replied, just as cheerful as usual.
"I’m alright, just catching up with my dads."
"Oh, am I interrupting…?"
"No, it’ll be fine. What’s up?"
"Nothing, I just miss you."
Rachel held back an audible sigh. Evan would do this so often — call without anything to talk about. Sure, he was her boyfriend, and that was a usual thing with relationships, but Rachel just didn’t feel like it. Especially not with everything that was going on in her life. “I miss you, too,” she said simply.
"So how much longer, Rach?"
She rolled her eyes. Her voice quickly got intense. “Why do you keep doing that?”
"You know what."
"What? Help me out here." It sounded like he genuinely didn’t understand, which only made Rachel angrier.
“‘Rach!’ You keep calling me ‘Rach!’”
"Shit, I’m sorry, will you just tell me —"
"No, tell me why."
"Why you keep calling me ‘Rach,’" Rachel said, clenching herself. How could Evan be so stupid.
"I don’t know, I’m not sure if you noticed, but it happens to be a popular nickname for girls named Rachel."
That comment just made her more upset. “I’m hanging up on you.”
"Babe, don’t do that."
"I’ll call you back later."
"Wait! Won’t you just tell me why I can’t call you Rach?"
"I’m not talking about it."
There was a silence. It would’ve gone on for longer, but Rachel wanted to just get the conversation over with and spend more time with her dads. She just wasn’t in the mood to talk to Evan at all.
"I’ll call you later," she said.
"Okay. I love you."