Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm back with more H2OVanoss trash, and possibly the most cliché plots in the history of cliché plots. Anyway, this story will probably be the same length as Sparks Will Fly, if not longer, and I hope ye all enjoy! Feel free to follow me on tumblr at heidipoo-xox, and send in any requests/questions/concerns you may have with any of this. Please keep in mind though that I work and am in college though. Anyway, thanks for reading!
It was late in North Carolina, stars out and the air smelling of fresh rain; a typical summer night for the month of August in the bipolar state. And Evan and Jonathan were driving home from a very long day. The winding roads twisted and turned at every crease and crevice, as they headed out of the city, and back to their home they shared together. They had spent the hot and humid day at a tailor in town, getting their tuxedos fitted just right for the upcoming wedding. Sure, it was still two months away, but both Evan and Jonathan wanted to have everything ready in advance. They liked being over prepared for things, especially something as important as this thing.
And once they were all done at the tailor's, they had gotten dinner at a small café that both of them just absolutely adored. They ate there often, the two of them enjoying the small desserts they had. It was a day well spent, and they were one step closer to finally spending their forevers together. Planning everything was definitely the hard part, especially when they never ever agreed on similar things. Often times, they both submitted, letting the other choose what they wanted. After all, in the end, all that mattered was that they were happy, and they were bound together. However, this only made choosing things about a hundred times harder than what they already were.
Jonathan played with the radio as Evan drove, finding nothing but static and late night advertisements. Of course there would be no good music on, and he rolled his eyes at the thought. His baby blue orbs then got a glimpse of the small engagement band that adorned his ring finger, and a smile pulled at his lips. It wasn't much, but it was enough, and Evan knew that he liked the simple things. Plus, they had promised each other to buy different ones after they had been married. His eyes then traveled to Evan's hands that rested on top of the steering wheel of the car, and saw his engagement ring as well. It was no doubt they wore them proudly, matching and all, and the older man couldn't help but to remember the day that Evan had proposed to him. It was still vivid in his memory.
It had been their one year anniversary, and just three months after Evan had moved down to North Carolina to live with his boyfriend. Long distance was a pain, but they had managed to make it work somehow with texts, phone calls, and video chats. Hell, Jonathan even flew to visit the younger man every month or so despite his fear of heights and flying. They both put equal effort into the relationship, and that was why it had worked for so long. Even before they dated, that communication was always there; and despite all the teasing they had received from the other guys, they managed to make it work. And they were happy with one another.
First with their friendship, then with their relationship as they both grew the courage to ask each other out, and even still to this day, after they had managed to agree to live together and get married, communication was key and on point. Evan had taken him to the zoo on that particular day, and it was their one year anniversary, so they were spending the day together anyway, but Jonathan hadn't been expecting the proposal in even the slightest. To say it surprised him was definitely an understatement. After a long day at the zoo, and even getting sunburnt, they had a picnic under the stars, and that's when Evan had popped the inevitable question.
Delirious was sure that he had never cried harder in his life at that moment. He remembered the tears so clearly, and he remembered that Evan had cried too before he had said yes. That was almost four months ago, and the date of the wedding was nearing closer with each day that had passed. Both of them were really excited, and just couldn't wait to be fully committed to one another. At first, Jonathan had to make sure that this was really what Evan wanted, after all, he was still young. Did he really want to get married at the age of twenty three? But he had convinced Jonathan time and time again that this was really it for him, he was everything, and now, here they were. Driving to their cute little blue house they lived in, and just enjoying the fact that they were with each other.
Jonathan finally grew frustrated and gave up on the radio static, "There's nothing good on..." He trailed off through a yawn.
Vanoss grinned, and looked over at his fiancé for a brief moment before turning his attention back to the road. "You sleepy?" He inquired through his smirk. His dark eyes looked over at Jonathan again, and a part of him wondered just how he ended up this lucky. How did he managed to find somebody as good as H2O Delirious? He was literally everything good in life and more, and he couldn't believe in just a few short months, they would be married; bound together in holy matrimony, and that mere thought made him giddy. Evan hadn't really ever depicted himself as a guy for commitment either, but since he couldn't wait to marry Jonathan, he assumed that he was. Something about a domesticated life with Jonathan beckoned to him.
"A little," Delirious answered as he laid his hand down on the armrest between them, waiting for the younger man to grab it. And he did just that, reaching down with one of his hands and intertwined their fingers together in a vice grip that was so familiar to them. They liked to hold hands while they were driving or riding around together in the car, it was something they did often, and could rarely go without doing it. The flesh against flesh just felt so good, and that's why they did it. It was calming, relaxing, and both of them enjoyed it. It was something of a routine for them.
"Don't worry, we're almost home." Evan smiled, before squeezing Jon's hand gently. They were quiet after that, just enjoying the simple night breeze that blew through the rolled down windows in their car. It had rained a bit, but just a few sprinkles of raindrops, nothing to spoil their day though. They only had a few more minutes of driving before they'd be pulling into their small driveway of the home they owned together, and then they could crawl into bed together where they loved to be.
Another yawn escaped Jonathan's lips as he hummed to himself sleepily. He was about to say something to Evan about the wedding that had slipped his mind earlier, but when he turned his head to look at his fiancé in the driver's seat he was blinded by oncoming headlights turned to the brightest setting. He inhaled a quick breath before yelling, "Evan! Watch out!"
After that moment, it was all a blur. Screeching tires could be heard, the sound of metal crunching and bending filled the air as the near head on collision between two vehicles took place. It was literally out of nowhere, unexpected, and Evan and Jon were both lucky enough to be wearing the seatbelts when the crash had occurred. It was like they blinked, and boom, the car was mangled. The smell of blood infiltrated the younger man's nostrils in a quick moment, and he struggled to open his dark eyes. He noticed he couldn't move either, the steering wheel of the car lodged against his sternum, but his hand was still intertwined with Jonathan's. And that's where he didn't want to look, because most of the blood was in fact, coming from him. "Jon?" Evan barely managed to get out. His voice was hoarse from screaming.
But he got no answer from his fiancé, because the older man appeared to be unconscious. That's when the panic set in; his heart sped up, his face felt hot, and this couldn't be happening. Not here, not now, not when everything was so close to being perfect. He couldn't lose Jonathan, not like this, not to a fucking car accident! This wasn't how things were supposed to be. He tried squeezing his hand tighter to see if that would wake him up, but it was to no avail. And that's when something caught Evan's eye. It was a huge open gash on Jonathan's head, and blood oozed from it, causing him to cringe. It was no secret that he was badly hurt. He tried screaming his name, hollering for him to wake up, but nothing worked.
Sirens could be heard wailing in the background, and Evan knew deep down in his heart of hearts, the two of them might not make it out of this together. He remembered the murmur and shuffle of the police, of the medics, and them trying to get he and Jonathan out of the smashed car. He felt numb, if he were being honest with himself, and the last thing he could recollect was being put into the back of the ambulance beside Jonathan and watching as they taped him up with oxygen masks and other things. He tried to drown out their conversation, but he could make out distinct words like drunk drivers, head trauma, and concussion, and that's when he blacked out himself, hoping, wishing, and praying that everything would be okay.
Author's Note: To be continued...?