It was a mid afternoon day, the breeze outside in California was cool and refreshing outside in the hot sunny day. People were out in the sunlight at the beaches with their friends and families having the time of their lives. Others were out at skate parks doing cool tricks to impress those around them. And some other people chose to go swimming at home or they just would rather stay inside and read a book or play a game.

But in one house, lived a young man who has seen far too much and experienced far too much. He felt so much pain and hatred he would rather stay inside and hide away, choosing to ignore the hatred and disdain and simply keep his head down. He sat on his bed, with a blade in his hands. The man's name was Johnathan, but he preferred Jon to be honest.

Johnathon sighed as he dragged the blade across his wrists again. Some would call it self harming. But Johnathon thinks of it as a helpful way of taking stress away. Johnathon hissed in pain as he dragged it again but more deeper into his skin.

He felt so relaxed and calm as the stress and anxiety just seemed to ooze away in the form of his crimson red blood. He let out his infamous laugh and smiled weakly. He deserved this he thought. He needed to be punished.

He watched as the silver blade turned dark red right before his very own baby blue eyes, which looked dead and dull for someone with a bouncy attitude. He watched in fascination as the blood trickled off the blade and drop onto his wooden floor of his house. The drops turned into a small but still large puddle of blood. He sighed as he grabbed some bandages and started to wrap his arms up again, then he began to grab a towel he had sitting on his bed nearby . He looked over his arms and saw bright red crimson lines that have been torn open with a blade litter across over all of his arms.

Johnathon thought he looked like an average person but he actually looked quiet handsome and beautiful. He was enchanting and charming, he was like the human definition of perfection. His eyes are what fascinate those who look into them, they are usually soft and loving, a baby blue color so pure and innocent.

He had a bright auburn colored wavy like hair. His bright baby blue eyes looked dead and hallow now, the innocence was tainted for those eyes have seen and felt the darkness of the world around. He had high cheekbones and a perfect set of pure white teeth. He had a nice pale tan skin and was quite toned yet he was still more feminine looking. He was not pretty tall for someone of his age, he actually a few inches shorter than he would supposed to be.

He lived alone in his large two floor and quiet house. It was a sandy tan color with wooden floors and bright blue walls that were supposed to match his eyes. He had three guest rooms, a large kitchen, two bathrooms that had one on both floors, his room was almost is as big as the kitchen but it was bigger than the guest rooms. He liked to live alone, it let him be able to think better and more.

Yes he did have family. But, they weren't something you would call family. They were more like monsters that ripped each other's throats out with no emotions whatsoever. They were abusive to everything that had moved. They didn't care for anybody except for themselves.

That is the reason why Johnathon had ran away at the age of 17. He found a job at a Tattoo Parlour as the designer, but not as the person who actually gave the tattoo's. It paid very well for him, so much he bought that very house he lives in now. He met Cartoonz there when he wanted a tattoo with his logo on it on his left arm and he and Jonathon met up many times to talk about the design and such, they instantly became bestfriends after he had gotten that tattoo and still are to this day. It was Cartoonz who had talked Johnathon into becoming a Youtuber by the name of H20 Delirious.

Johnathon snorted. What good did that make? Thought bitterly. I still have no family, I mean I have the guys but once they see me they won't ever want to be near me again.

A ringing sound began to fill his ears as his phone began to ring. Hesitantly Johnathon pulled out his phone and his breath hitched at the sight of the caller I.D. It read Evan. Johnathan sighed in resignation and answered and held up the phone to his ear.

"Hi Evan"

"Johnathon? Where the fuck have you been!?" A familiar voice yelled, making Johnathon flinch at how loud it was. Than it dawned on him of how serious this must really be. Evan hardly ever raised his voice, which sounded concerned and confused.

"Hey Evan...How's it going?" Johnathon asked timidly.

"You are AFK for weeks and the first time you answer you only ask, "How's it going?"" Evan said incredulously. His voice sounded hoarse and sad and pretty upset, not that Jon didn't blame him.

"Evan, I have some f-family problems going on and I just don't have the time at the moment to really do anything. I'm just so fucking tired...It, I just can't be by myself but I have no one there. Don't get me wrong I have you guys but...you guys are so far away...and I can't bother you guys with something like this"

This was all true. The reason that caused Johnathon to stop with YouTube was because his sister, had started to bother around trying to find him and talk with him. The last time he and she had talked, she had attacked him and left him with a broken leg and arm which he had to heal himself until some neighbors had found him and had taken him to the hospital. And since then Johnathan has felt so distant from reality he only ever talked and stayed with Cartoonz when he felt depressed and couldn't be by himself.

"I know this is a stupid question, but are you okay? How do you really feel Jon?" Evan asked concernedly. Jon winced at the question but he had expected Evan to ask him if he was fine or not.

"I suppose to an extent or not, it's just really hard to explain and just put into words"

"What's hard to explain? If you don't want to explain you don't have too. I won't push you or make fun of you. You know that Jon. I'll always listen. You're my best friend." Evan said in a caring and kind voice. To Jon it felt so much better to think, so he swallowed a bit and took a deep and calming breath.

"Well. My family have been trying to come around and it's just we never got along and they just keep causing so much unnecessary drama and stress. I actually ran away from home when I was young and never looked back, I was 17 when I ran away. It was that bad. And now my sister wants to come around and talk. She's insane, they all are. They are just so sick and twisted. It's just." His voice broke slightly.

"Fuck, Evan I just really need to be alone right now. But I can't be alone. I don't know either man I'm just so confused and... Anyways...You can tell the guys what I said. It's just, ugh. I think I'm ready to meet you guys" Johnathon blurted out. Did I just fucking say that!? Johnathon asked himself, his heart dropped and he couldn't breathe. He could tell from the stunned silence that he had indeed said that so he had half-heartedly hoped he didn't say that.

"Jon...? Are you sure about this? I mean it's cool-no amazing that you trust not just me but all of us...But I need to know if this is for real?" Evan said calmly as possible. But you could just feel the excitement and tenseness in the air. It felt so suffocating yet there was nothing there.

"Yes." Jon said softly. Then he continued.

"Yes. I want to meet you all. You guys could all come stay up at my place for like I don't know a month like, it'll be just like a vacation and we could hang out and game and stuff" John said happily, he felt himself getting more and more cheery with each word he spoke. Jon began forgetting about all of his problems and felt so joyous and excited. "Can you tell the guys to come up at my place next week, here in California?" John begged Evan. Evan immediately agreed.

"Dude of course I can tell them that. So we'll meet at your house in a week? I'll tell them what you told me! They'll be so excited to man!" Evan said.

"I know right?! I can't wait dude. This is going to be so awesome!" Jon cheered happily making Evan chuckle loudly. Which made Jon flush slightly, he felt confused after that. Why was he blushing?

"Yeah! Listen man I can't wait and I want to keep talking but I got to go tell the others now! I'll text or call you tonight!" Evan said.

"Alright, bye Evan" Jon said, he bit his lip and placed a hand on his face to cool down his blush at how happy Evan sounded, he bet he looked red as a tomato.

"Bye!" Evan said before hanging up now. Jon smiled softly to himself before he turned off his phone and sat it down next to him. Jon sighed happily, although he winced slightly from the pain in his arms. He laid backwards on his bed and he began to doze off into a sleepless dream, well maybe there was a dream for which Jon woke up hours later flushed from a dream he may or may not of had in which Evan may or may not have kissed him softly. Even if there was a dream, Jon wouldn't tell anyone about it.

Hey guys KiraRose17 here, I reread my stories and I thought I could do better so I'm going back and rewriting. I'm going to add more chapters later soon and I re update the ones I have done. Hope you guys liked this better, I tried but I got my hands tied with high school shit. Anyways please follow, favorite, and review. I'm trying to keep this story close to the original chapters but I will change some things.

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