This is just a simple Carvie story that I've wanted to write for years, but never got to because I was busy writing my Forever Wicked series (all the time was worth it, though). But now that I'm done with that series, I can go back to writing simpler stories, such as this one. My Carvie stories never get that much attention - and I understand very much why - but I still write them because, well... my pen name is CarVie16. Even now, I question why I still ship Evie and Carlos after three movies.

Anyways, enjoy.

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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Descendants.

Friday afternoon at Auradon Prep. The final bell has rung and (most, if not all) the students are preparing to enjoy their weekend. Tailing behind the excited crowd of students is the Evil Queen's daughter herself, Evie. She's not exactly feeling hyperactive today, which is odd considering that she has been nothing but vivacious in an elegant manner since she has come to embrace Auradon as her new home. All day, she has tried to remain calm and smile as much as she can in order to prevent anyone from noticing her lack of Evie energy today.

As she puts her textbooks in her locker, she sees someone in her peripheral vision. The sight of this person forces her to hide her face behind her locker door. This person she doesn't want to see walks right by her, too caught up in a science textbook to even notice her. Evie looks over her shoulder at the person she didn't want to see.

It was Doug. Her boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend, actually.

That is why Evie is not feeling so lively today. She and Doug have broken up. The breakup was a couple of weeks ago and Evie has not gotten over it. She and Doug have not talked since then. They don't study together anymore. It's not that they're on bad terms. They just needed time away from each other to make the breakup feel even more real.

"Evie," someone called.

Evie turns around and looks at the person who just called her name. It's just one of her closest friends, Carlos De Vil, the son of Cruella De Vil. Evie can't help but smile a little as she looks at her white-haired friend. It amazes her how much he has changed in the span of three months. He turned 15 a month ago and he certainly grew... a few inches. Before, he was barely the same height as Mal, yet he felt small compared to her (for obvious reasons). Now, he's right around Evie's height. To look more mature, Carlos combed his snow white hair sideways and everyone loved it, especially Evie.

"Are you okay?" Carlos asked, suspicious and concerned.

"Yeah," Evie lied. "Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"I saw Doug walk past you. You didn't even look at him," said Carlos.

Evie sighs and says, "We're still not talking, Carlos."

"Then don't talk to him if you don't want to," said Carlos. "I can tell you're not over the breakup..."

"Carlos, Doug didn't break up with me. I broke up with him," Evie reminded. "He and I agreed to still be friends, but the two of us just need some space away from each other."

"I thought he made you happy," said Carlos.

"He did," Evie agreed. "But I just... I guess something inside me told me it wasn't meant to last."

"I know I shouldn't ask you to get over it, but it's been two weeks," said Carlos. "Why are you still hung up on this?"

"I guess I just miss having a boyfriend," said Evie. "To be in love, to spend time with someone you're in love with, it was wonderful. Ugh, sorry. I didn't mean to sound like a hopeless romantic. I shouldn't even be acting like this."

"No, that's okay. I'm not judging," Carlos assured. "Like you said, he made you really happy. I can't blame your for missing him."

"I just feel like I need to get away from it all for a while," said Evie. "I need to do something to get me out of my funk. Something I don't normally do."

"Like spending time together?" Carlos mumbled.

"What?" Evie asked, having heard his mumble.

"Uh... I-I-I w-wa-was... um," Carlos stuttered awkwardly. "N-Nothing."

"Carlos," Evie said with a scolding tone.

"Okay, I was thinking... maybe... if you want to do something else... maybe... maybe we can... hang out... t-t-tonight?" Carlos fumbled.

"You mean, like a date?" Evie teased.

"Uh... no, no, no!" Carlos panicked. He started to speed-talk nervously. "That is not what I meant. I meant, it's just... you, me, Mal, and Jay, the four of us have been too busy doing our own things for the past three months that we don't hang out as much as we did back on the Isle and..."

Evie giggled. Carlos stopped himself, confused as to why she was laughing.

"I'm just kidding," Evie laughed. "Sure, I'd love to hang out tonight."

"You... you would?" asked Carlos.

"You do have a point. The four of us, we've let school and our new hobbies get in the way of us spending time together," said Evie. "It's the weekend and I don't have much homework to do, not even a dress to make or a uniform to repair. I'll clear my schedule for tonight. Just for you."

"R-Really? Th-That's great," Carlos said happily. "But just to be clear, I wasn't asking you out on a date."

"I know," Evie laughed again.

"I mean, you're practically my sister," said Carlos.

"And you're my little brother," Evie said, petting Carlos like a little brother.

"Y-Yeah," Carlos blushed. "So, it would be really weird if we went out on a date."

"Honestly, I'd consider myself lucky if I did go on a date with you," Evie chaffed playfully. "Have you ever considered looking for a girlfriend of your own?"

"Uh, no, not really," Carlos replied nervously. "I've been, ahem, busy. Besides, I'm terrible at talking to girls."

"Well, then let's consider this night out together as a practice date for you," said Evie. "You can talk to me, right?"

"That's different. You're my best friend," said Carlos.

"I should be offended, but I think I can understand," said Evie. "At least you were brave enough to ask me for a night out with you."

Carlos chuckles nervously and says, "Yeah, I guess."

"Okay, it's settled. Meet me at my dorm at exactly 7 PM. Wear something nice," said Evie. "I'm gonna book us a reservation. Do you like Italian?"

"Who doesn't?" Carlos remarked.

"Awesome," Evie replied. "Thanks for asking, Carlos. We both need this night."

"I don't know about me, per se, but I know that you need some time off," said Carlos. "I'm just trying to be a good friend."

"You don't need to try. You are and always will be a good friend," said Evie.

Evie kisses Carlos on the cheek before walking off, preparing to book a reservation for the two of them. Carlos just stands there, stunned. No girl has ever kissed him on the cheek before, not even his own mother (obviously). As he touches the spot on his cheek where Evie kissed him, he blushes. Why am I heating up, he asked himself. It's just a cheek kiss, right?

That ends the first chapter. It's short, I know, but this story is meant to be simple. Let me have this, please. I missed this. Just in case you're going to ask, this story is gonna be 7 chapters long. I'm gonna try to update as fast as I can, most likely once every few days.

Leave a review and let me know what you think so far. I would appreciate it.

But the good stuff will be coming, I promise.