He looked over to me and smiled softly. "Hey," he finally spoke. My eyebrows furrowed more. I could tell the smile that he wore was forced. He was hiding something behind it. He was nothing like the goofy, funny, seventeen year old that he was the day before.
"What's wrong?" I asked, making his small smile drop withing a mater of milliseconds. He sighed heavily as he ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair. He buried his face in his hands and mumbled something that was incoherent to me. "What?"
Evan lifted his head and turned to me once again. "I haven't been honest with you lately," he whispered.
"Okay?" I drew out the word, not understanding where he was going with it.