Jonathan woke up slow, his head felt like it was about to split open. It was dark in the room, someone had closed the curtains because he sure as hell didn't remember doing it. He felt for the lamp he remembered seeing before he passed out last night. The light was dim and even then he had to squint. There was a bottle of water and a few pain relievers on the bedside table. Jonathan smiled before he took them and washed it down with water. Evan was amazing to say the least. He cut the lamp off and pulled the covers back over him and shut his eyes while the pain killers did their work. The soreness was taking its toll on his body and he was pretty sure his ribs were bruised, too. It hurt to take deep breaths or cough, which he desperately felt like he needed to. The weather was already testing his sinuses. He drifted off to sleep again when the headache dulled and woke again later to the sound of shuffling outside the door.
Evan signed for Jonathan's boxes and shook the man's hand. "Thanks for getting them here so quick. I appreciate it."
"No problem, sir." The guy smiled and turned on his heel. Evan picked up the last box and carried it inside and up the stairs with the others and placed them by Jonathan's door.
Evan looked up when the door opened and Jonathan appeared, shirtless with his loose pajama pants that were hanging low on his hips. The tattoo that he could barely see yesterday was now in plain sight. It ran from his elbow to his collar bone, a collage of sorts. It was done in black and white and it was gorgeous.
'Hot' ran through his head and he willed it away. He was going to rip the guys a new one for putting the damn idea in head in the first place. He looked again and the bruises caught his eye.
"Holy shit."
Jonathan raised his hands and his eyebrows, "What?"
His voice was rough with sleep and he was squinting at the light.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Delirious." Evan gaped as he stepped toward him and touched his fingers to the deep purple bruise that ran from his left side to his back. Jonathan flinched under his touch and he pulled his fingers away.
"Sorry. That looks fucking terrible."
"Yeah, it hurts something terrible."
Evan eyeballed him again, "I really need to touch it and make sure you don't have a broken rib." He turned, heading downstairs and motioned for Jonathan to follow. "Come sit in the kitchen."
He waited for him to sit and put his arms on the counter before he gently touched his side again. Jonathan flinched and groaned immediately.
"Okay?"
Jonathan nodded and laid his head on his arms as Evan continued to feel for protrusions that could indicate a broke rib.
"Can you take a deep breath?"
Evan waited and Jonathan inhaled and held it before letting it go.
"Good. Nothing feels broke, just a little swollen." He said and Jonathan sat up, meeting his stare before looking away. Ashamed? That's what Evan saw on his face and he felt his blood boil. Why would he feel ashamed, it wasn't like he could fight back because the man towered over him. Hell he was too big for Evan to fight.
Evan sighed, "You need to keep ice on it and pain killers in your system or you'll be miserable for a few days. Just breathe deep every once in a while to help it work itself out."
Jonathan nodded silently and watched Evan make him a bag of ice then wrap it in a towel.
Jonathan grinned when Evan turned around.
"What?" Evan asked suspiciously.
"You bring me to Canada and now you want me to wear an ice pack?" He smiled when Evan tried his hardest not to. "Are you trying to turn me into a damn icicle?"
Evan laughed and shrugged, "You could go stand in the yard instead, either way you're keeping ice on you. Just for a little while, I promise."
Jonathan squinted at him as he came around the counter with the ice and a wrap to go around his waist and shoulder to hold it in place. "Alright. I trust you. Just not the virtual you."
Evan grinned and Jonathan hissed when the cold settled into his skin. It went numb after a while but it was uncomfortable as hell. He couldn't even put a shirt on so he slipped his jacket on instead.
"Let's get your stuff set up so we can play. I know you've been having withdrawals." Evan flew up the stairs and started sliding boxes into Jonathan's room.
"Yeah, I have. It's been a whole week. I'm scared to get on YouTube."
Evan nodded, "Yeah the comments on your page are getting borderline scary. But, I can take care of that." He stopped moving boxes and caught his eye, "If you want me to, that is. Depends on if you want to tell everyone that we're living together now or not. Either way, I can handle it."
Jonathan shrugged, "It's fine with me. They'd find out sooner or later and the guys already know I assume?"
"Yeah, they know. I was in a party when you called. I don't know if they heard everything, but they heard me so . . ."
Jonathan leaned against the doorway and ran a hand through his hair before he looked up at Evan who was standing there grinning, looking him up and down.
"Is there something on my face?"
Evan shook his head, "No I just can't stop looking at you. You're nothing like I thought you would be. I mean I didn't have a set image in my head of you, but it was something way off. Something that matched your laugh."
"I do match my laugh, I'm fucking weird looking."
"No." Evan said in a matter of fact tone, "You look really good."
Jonathan huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes, "Yeah, right."
"I am dead serious." Evan said because he refused to call him hot even though it was on the tip of tongue every time he looked at him.
"Shut up, Evan." Delirious turned to the hallway for a box and Evan laughed.
"Oh my God, you're blushing!"
"Am not!"
"You so are!" Evan went into the hall and pulled Jonathan's hands off of the box he was trying to move, "Hey! Don't strain yourself. You need to let your side heal."
"Fine, I'll go take everything out of them then and you can move them. How does that sound?" Jonathan asked smartly and Evan was still smiling.
"Sounds perfect, Delirious. Now stop blushing because I gave you a compliment. You just have to accept the fact that you're hot."
Jonathan sighed and turned into the room oblivious to the fact that Evan was flipping his shit in his mind. He said it, he fucking said the 'h' word.
Evan rubbed his face and shook it off. It was fine. Jonathan still thought he was fucking around anyway.
"You okay out there or are you still thinking about how hot I am?" Delirious called and Evan laughed.
"You wish, bitch." He pushed another box into the room and Jonathan was grinning as he unpacked one of his boxes.
"You're the one who said it."
Fucking hell. Just run with it, Evan
"Yes, I did. Just stating the obvious." Evan said and pulled the consoles from their box and went to hooking cords up to the tv on the wall.
"Well, if we're stating the obvious, then you're pretty hot yourself." Jonathan raised a brow at him when he turned to look at him.
He laughed, "Then I guess we're just two hot guys in a really cold place."
Jonathan giggled, "The world can't handle us!"
He started to plug his computer up at the desk on the other side of the room and Evan finished hooking up his Xboxes.
Evan flopped onto Jonathan's bed and watched him work the wires. He rolled his sleeves up and bit at his tongue as he concentrated. Evan was fascinated. No one ever fascinated him.
"Happy New Year, by the way."
Jonathan stood and put on a thinking face, "Shit, that was last night wasn't it?"
Evan nodded, "Yep."
"Should we kiss?" Jonathan asked as seriously as he could, trying to keep a straight face.
Evan pursed his lips in thought then checked the invisible watch on his bare wrist, "Ehh. Maybe next year."
Jonathan couldn't hold it and started laughing, "I'll hold you to it."
Evan laughed and shook his head. "While you daydream about that I gonna go make a video real quick and explain to everyone what's been going on with you and me. Don't worry I won't do details or anything crazy like that. Just a real simple explanation."
Jonathan nodded and he stuck his head out the door as Evan reached the room at the end of the hall,
"Hey, Evan."
"Yeah."
"Can you keep that other thing quiet, please?"
"What thing?"
"The me being bisexual thing."
"Dude, you're not bisexual." Evan said plainly and he saw Jonathan's face drop, so he continued before he got upset. "And you're not gay and you're not straight."
Jonathan was looking more and more confused and Evan grinned. "And neither am I. We're both just humans who like what they like."
Jonathan nodded slowly and grinned, "Okay." He ran his hand through his hair again and Evan liked the way it stuck up. "But not everyone thinks like you, Evan. Just don't tell the guys, I'll get shit for it if you do."
"I won't." Evan crossed his heart and turned back towards his room.
Jonathan went back to his boxes and he put away the ones full of knickknacks in the closet to be opened on a later date. He checked his texts and his messages were almost full, he forgot to tell Cartoonz what was going on. They were a few episodes away from finishing Battle Block Theater.
He replied to the ones he wanted to and deleted the others while he heard Evan talking faintly through the walls.
"Hey guys. Just wanted to give you a quick update. I know it's been a while, a week to be exact. I didn't mean to keep you guys waiting, but some very serious things came up. Personal things and like I've told you guys before, that takes priority."
Evan paused trying to figure how to word things.
"I know some of you have been asking me in the comments if it has something to do with Delirious and it does. He hasn't been posting anything either and I'm not going to go into too much detail on the matter. All you need to know is that he was not safe where he was and he is now living here with me. I would, and he would, greatly appreciate it if you didn't ask him about what was going on. It's extremely personal and a very sensitive subject. All I ask is that you respect his privacy. He and I will both be posting videos soon probably by tomorrow or tomorrow evening. Things should be getting back to normal and we appreciate your support. So yeah, I love you guys. We love you guys and we'll talk to you later."
He ended the recording and saved it before pulling up YouTube and submitting it at soon as possible. It was the shortest thing he'd ever posted but it was the most important.
The next few days went by smoothly and he was getting used to life with someone else in his house rather quickly. He enjoyed the company and Jonathan's cinnamon pancakes he made for breakfast on Friday. He'd received numerous amounts of comments and messages about the video. All of them were understanding and supportive. Hell, everyone thought it was awesome that they were living together. Life was fantastic.
Evan heard his phone go off while they were eating dinner and watching a movie together that Jonathan insisted he watch. He was the fucking movie queen.
"I told you Kevin Spacey is always the bad guy!" Evan pointed at the screen and Jonathan laughed.
"You want more or no?" Evan asked him as he stood and pulled his phone from his pocket. Jonathan handed him his plate.
"Yes, thank you." He paused the movie.
He answered the call as he walked to the kitchen, it was Brock. "What it do?"
"Nothin' much, homes. Sup with you guys?"
"Dinner and a movie." Evan said and before Brock could speak again he put in, "And you better not say what I know you were about to say!"
Brock laughed in his ear, "I wasn't gonna say anything!"
"I don't believe that. I counted on you when everyone else was jumping on the ship and you let me down, Brock." Evan joked.
"I'm not sorry, Evan. The way you describe him, you guys would be hot." Brock chuckled, "Tell him I said hi."
"Jonathan, Brock says hi!" He called out and held the phone out.
"Hey, Moo!" Jonathan hollered and Evan put the phone back to his ear.
"He's something else." Brock said and Evan nodded to himself.
"Yeah. He's a lot quieter in person."
"So. He's forcing you to watch movies. What are you watching?"
"Seven. The one with Kevin Spacey and the deadly sin murders. It's really good. It's sick but good."
"Yesss. Love Kevin Spacey. And what was for dinner?" Brock asked.
"Uh, let's see. We had steak, peas and green beans, mashed potatoes, and cornbread. And there's Ben & Jerry's in the freezer for dessert. That I don't have room for."
Brock whistled, "Shit yeah. Who cooked?"
"Jonathan. It's his favorite meal so he bought it all and cooked it." Evan looked over his shoulder at the back of Jonathan's head. It looked like he was on his phone. "Seriously, best food I've ever had."
"So I assume that means he got all of his things up there, including his funds?"
"Yeah, he did that the last couple of days. Got all his money transferred up here to my bank, and he got his address changed. So it's pretty official now. He lives here."
He could tell Brock was smiling, "That's awesome. You're a fucking great friend you know that right?"
"I'm trying to be."
"You are, Evan." Brock said. "Listen, you guys want to do some GMOD after your movie?"
"Who all's playing?"
"Mini, Tyler, and Nogla. Maybe Marcel."
"I'm down. Hang on a second." Evan covered the mouth piece.
"Hey, Delirious. You down for GMOD when this goes off?"
Jonathan turned his head and caught his eye and flashed him a brilliant smile that hit Evan harder than he ever expected a smile to.
"When am I ever not up for GMOD?"
Evan pulled himself together and smiled back, "When you're watching a movie."
He patted the cushion beside him and laughed, "Yeah, so come on and let's finish it!"
"We're in, Brock. Movie has like twenty more minutes and we'll be on."
"Alright, see you then."
He ended the call and fetched their plates, sitting down next to Jonathan, who smiled at him again when he passed him his plate. Fuck that smile, his grin, those fucking dimples in his cheeks. Evan clenched his jaw. Jesus, what was wrong with him?
Evan wished he would stop. It was making him think and thinking made him anxious as fuck. He turned his eyes back to the tv.
"Get the fuck out, Delirious!" Marcel screamed. "I was so fucking close!"
Jonathan couldn't breathe he was laughing so hard. Evan was grabbing his side as he laughed and he could hear Tyler wheezing.
"It was an accident!" He giggled. "I swear!"
"Oh my fucking God!" Marcel continued to rage. "Evan! Fucking get up and go slap the shit out of him! God damn it!"
"What! No!" He laughed. "Evan don't listen to him!"
Evan went silent and Jonathan took his headset off. He could still hear the guys through the Skype call on the screen.
"Ooh shit! I've got money on Evan!" Brock yelled.
"Ha! I'm going for Delirious." He heard Mini.
Jonathan stood and flattened his back against the wall by the door when he heard steps in the hall on the hardwood floor.
He peered around the corner and saw Evan's white smile before he felt his hand hit his face. The slap was loud and he heard yells and cheers in the background.
"You bitch!" He yelled and took off after Evan who was hauling ass back down to his own room laughing. He caught him and they both fell hard onto the bed where he crawled on top of him, pinning him down. Evan looked up at him, a smile still plastered on his face. He was fucking gorgeous and Jonathan hated the feeling it gave him.
"Take it back!"
"Oh shit! They're in Evan's room now. I hear them on his mic." Nogla giggled.
"Never!" Evan yelled and pushed his arm out from under him so he fell to the side giving him an opportunity. He rolled them until he was hovering over him, pinning his arms down by the wrists.
"Ow! Be gentle with me!" Jonathan yelled and laughed as he tried to free himself.
"Jesus! What the fuck are you guys doing?!"
"Don't worry about it, Tyler!" Evan yelled. "I've got it under control!"
"This is entertaining as fuck. You guys should do it more often." Marcel said cracking up.
"Oh, Jesus. This is going on YouTube. This sounds so wrong!" Nogla laughed.
Jonathan snatched his arm from Evan's grasp and smacked his face while he had the chance.
"Oooooh! That was loud!" They heard from the computer.
Jonathan laughed, "Gotcha bitch!"
Evan stared at him for a moment and then broke into a grin. "Okay. We're even."
He got off of him and pulled him to his feet. Jonathan hissed and grabbed his side when he stood.
"Oh shit. Did I hurt you?" Evan asked, his face and tone serious all of a sudden.
"No, it's just my side. It's still a little tender."
Brock yelled over the monitor, "Kiss it and make it better, Evan!"
Evan rolled his eyes, "Guys . . ."
Jonathan grinned, "They're just fuckin' around, you know."
"Yeah, but they don't dog you about it like they dog me." Evan rubbed his face and sat in his computer chair. "Like yesterday Tyler wanted me to sneak in your room while you were sleeping and see what your ass looks like."
Jonathan threw his head back and laughed while Evan shook his head, grinning.
"Did you?" He asked and everyone burst into another fit of laughter. Evan was starting to get used to it, getting used to the gay jokes.
He smiled up at him and said, "I'll never tell."
Of course he hadn't actually snuck a peek at his ass. It was probably a nice ass based on what the rest of his body looked like. But, no, he didn't.
"You wanna see it? I'll show you."
Another set of screams rung out over the speakers and Evan swatted at Jonathan who dodged and ran off laughing down the hallway.
"And stay out! You pervert."
Evan put his headset back on and soon heard Jonathan back on his as well.
"Come on you guys, just kiss and make up." Mini teased.
"Craig, I swear I will end you."
"Alright, Evan!" Mini screamed when Evan pushed his character to a ledge and pointed a rocket at his face. "I'll stop! For now."
"Okay guys, we are never going to finish this map if we don't stop screwing around." Nogla chimed in.
"Don't you mean if Evan and Delirious don't stop screwing around?" Tyler said and Jonathan jumped on the scene and falcon punched him off the cliff they were edging along.
"Fuuuuck!"
"Bye, bitch!" He called out as Wildcat kept falling. "Hahaha!"
Evan laughed, "So evil, Delirious."
"Hey, just defending my property." Jonathan joked.
"Oooh! No he just didn't!" Brock snapped his fingers and Evan just sat there speechless.
He sighed, "Fuck it. Come on, baby. Let's leave these assholes in the dust. First to the finish wins."
"You got it, sweetheart." Delirious giggled as he and Evan ran for their lives through the maze that was ahead of them. Jonathan kept his eye on the back of Luigi's head, making sure he didn't lose Evan. They were going to win it together and show the guys they were the greatest couple that ever was even though they weren't a couple.
It was fucking stupid, but it was fun.
"Come on, Delirious! Jump! They're coming!" Evan yelled.
"Oh, Jesus! Shut up, I can't concentrate!" He yelled back.
The guys were gaining on them after falling into a pit of lava that Evan triggered to buy them time.
"Shit! Just go!" Jonathan yelled as he tried to jump across the floating rock canyon in front of him, but the rocks were fooling him and collapsing as soon as Buzz touched them. "Go, Evan! Leave me behind! You can make it for the both if us!"
Nogla burst into laughter, "Aaaaand queue the Titanic music."
"Haha! I see them!" Marcel screamed.
"I feel like this should be in slow motion right now. I mean, look how fucking sad and dramatic they look!" Tyler snorted.
"I think it's sweet." Brock cooed.
"Shut up! Come on, you can fucking make it, Delirious!" Evan was wiggling Luigi dramatically making Jonathan laugh uncontrollably.
"No! Stop wiggling, it's not helping!"
Mini practically squealed, "But it's romantic, your wiggling."
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Jonathan made it halfway. "Yes! I'm fucking makin' it!"
"Yes! Come on, come on, come on." Evan's heart was racing which was hilarious because it never did that unless the game jump scared him. But he was determined to win this without cheating and killing everyone for the sake of a video.
Delirious took the last jump and landed beside him. "Fuck yeah! Hahaha! I thought you would leave me for real though."
"I'll never let go, Jack."
Tyler sounded like he was crying, "Oh my God." He tried to catch his breath. "I fucking love you guys."
"You created this!" Evan said accusingly.
Brock was gaining on them, "Yeah, but you didn't have to play along you know."
"Whatever! You guys are the most persistent bastards I know. It will never end, I may as well get comfy cozy with the way things are."
"Yes, may as well. Because this is golden material right here. You two will go far. I bet you the video you make out of this, and you better put all this good gay shit in there, I bet you it will end up being the most popular one on your channel." Mini stated and everyone agreed. "I shit you not."
"Ahhh! Evan, Moo's right fucking behind us." Jonathan yelled. "Oh God. I need to turn the fan on in here, it's hot as hell."
"Just breathe, Delirious! And keep running. We shouldn't be far from the end as long as the floor doesn't drop beneath us or zombies don't pop out of the walls." Evan was laughing until all of the above happened at once.
"Noooo!" They fell for an eternity it seemed until they landed on a white square in the midst of the darkness and credits started to roll as the zombies danced around them.
"Really? That's it?" Jonathan deadpanned.
"Oh my fuck. All that hard work and determination and romance! And this is what we get for it?!"
Evan yelled and the guys joined them shortly at the bottom and rolled in the disappointment.
"Who cares?" Tyler said, "I just can't wait to see what you make out of all this. Like, go right now and start making a video. I'm excited as fuck!"
"Yes. Evan. Go!" Marcel joked.
"I'm just gonna say that I called it!" Nogla called out.
"Called what?"
"This pairing, this ship. I called it, I created it. Like an entire year ago. If you fucks had watched my videos you would know!"
Mini giggled, "Ohh. I know the video you're talking about. I remember that! Nogla is a match maker, ladies and gents."
"I'm leaving. Talk to you guys tomorrow. You are all fucking insane." Evan said and before anyone could retaliate he exited the game and closed his Skype call.
He could hear Jonathan laughing and talking quietly in his room. "No way. He's a total ladies man, there is absolutely no possibility whatsoever that he would be down for that. Ever. Just text me, Brock. Bye."
Jonathan saved the recording and cut everything off. He'd go through it all tomorrow and then make a Battle Block video. His phone went off when he got done brushing his teeth and was getting a glass of water in the kitchen
"You really think he wouldn't at least be up for trying it?" Brock asked and Jonathan looked up and watched Evan come down the stairs.
"I don't know, but it's already hard for me to not look at him all the fucking time. I know it's going to get worse the longer I'm around him." Jonathan glanced back up from his phone to see Evan bite into an apple.
"Don't worry about it. He's already got it in his head and now that he knows you like guys, he'll think about it even more. Eventually it will get to him and he'll wonder what it's all about. Well, that's how it worked for me. And besides, Evan is opened minded." Brock replied.
Jonathan bit at his thumb then ran a hand through his hair while he tried to keep his eyes down and off of Evan who was leaning against the island counter on his phone.
"We'll see."
He set his phone down and Evan looked up before walking over beside him. "Let me see your tattoo."
"Why?"
"Because it's really cool and I haven't got to see it properly." Evan raised a brow him and grinned when Jonathan groaned and pulled his shirt over his head. He turned into the light so Evan could see it.
"So. It's like . . . a tree made out of smoke?" Evan ran his finger up his arm and Jonathan swallowed. "With lots of different things blended into it."
"Pretty much."
"Who designed it?"
"I did." Jonathan bit his tongue when Evan's finger met his neck. He could feel the goosebumps starting to rise. "It's a huge collage of everything I like."
He turned his head and pointed out certain things to Evan. A hockey mask, an Xbox controller, a hidden teddy bear, owls, and countless other things. They were all creatively entwined together to look like a tree that was swirled around in every directions.
"The tree was my mother's idea."
Evan grinned, "It was a good one. This is cool as shit. I would never be able to come up with something like this. Which is why I still don't have a tattoo."
"It took me a few months to draw it all out, but even longer to get it done because I was driving out of state to a really good artist. It took me about five trips until he finished completely. The shading took the longest." Jonathan shrugged. "I really want to do another one, maybe on my other arm. Or my chest."
Evan nodded and them grabbed himself a glass from the cabinet. "Chest would be cool. Maybe you can make up something for me and we'll go get one done together."
"Seriously?" Jonathan gaped at him.
"Yeah, seriously." Evan laughed. "Why? Something wrong with that?"
Jonathan shook his head, "No, I just think . . . that it'd be awesome." He smiled and he saw Evan's fingers tighten around his glass. He caught his eye and Evan grinned again.
"Good. No rush, just whatever you want to do. I'm sure I love it no matter what you come up with." He sat his glass in the sink. "I'm gonna start editing, if you want to help me."
"I'd love to, sweetheart." He said and Evan swatted at his face but he dodged to the side laughing.
Evan shook his head, "Come on, hot stuff."
Jonathan followed him up the stairs and to his room where they sat up for hours saving clips of the game, finding music, adding text, laughing at the shit all over again. They had it done by the time the sun came up.
"Well, that's the fastest I've ever done a video." Evan said as he sat back and rubbed his eyes.
"Yeah, it went by pretty quick with two people. Usual takes me an entire day." Jonathan said before a yawn crawled its way up his throat.
"Sleepy time. I'm so delirious right now." He said and Evan nodded in agreement before loading the video onto YouTube.
"High five, man. We're fucking awesome." Evan slapped his hand and pulled him to his feet.
"Hell yeah we are. Sweet dreams, Evan." Jonathan smiled at him before heading down the hall to his bed that had been calling his name for the past four hours.
"I'm here, bed. I'm here." He wrapped the blankets around himself and drifted off into sleep. It wasn't until noon that he woke up to Evan falling onto his bed.
"Ugh." He pulled the covers over his head. "What do you want?"
"Check this out." Evan said and he pulled the covers back. He put his phone in front of his face.
Jonathan squinted and read it again. "Holy shit!"
"Yeah, holy shit!" Evan laughed, "Eight million views overnight! And it's still going up."
"That's awesome!" Jonathan smiled and propped himself up on his elbow. "So, what are you gonna do next?"
"Well, I was thinking we could continue our love affair across games. Maybe some GTA?" He grinned down at him.
Jonathan gave a small laugh and ran his hand through his hair, "Yeah, that sounds good to me."
"You hit five million subscribers by the way." Evan watched his face as he processed what he just said. He sat up in the bed.
"You fucking with me, Evan?"
"No." He laughed when Jonathan jumped up and ran to his computer where his YouTube was already pulled up. Evan had tiptoed in earlier before he woke him up and turned it on.
"Fuck yeah." He put his hands in the air and laughed his signature laugh. "Yesss! Yes! Yes!"
Evan watched him for the rest of the day. The smile never completely left Jonathan's face. That stupidly sexy smile.
Yes, it was sexy. It was so fucking pretty Evan couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand that he thought about it at all. Or that he continued to think about it for days, and then weeks. A month.
It was February and his and Delirious' channels had blown up incredibly fast. He had another million and Delirious was up to almost seven.
The fans were loving everything they did together and he was loving it too. Delirious was the funniest one to play with. But Jonathan was not an idiot like he was while playing games. He was actually pretty quiet until Evan got him riled up and laughing.
"I dumb myself down when I play. I get excited and half the time I'm tired as shit so that makes me sound even more crazy. And that's what everyone looks at me as and expects of me when I play. So that's how I am." Jonathan told him one day.
Evan just laughed and said to him later that day, "Hey, I was thinking."
And Jonathan looked up at from where he was laying on his stomach on Evan's bed, phone in hand while Evan edited more videos. "You? Thinking? Call the press!"
Evan threw his pen at him and Jonathan smiled and Evan felt that same anxious feeling every time. He was getting used it.
"Sorry. What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that we could start a new game together. Something we can do co-op, just me and you."
"Yeah." Jonathan sat up on the bed. "That's my favorite. Actually. When we played Dead Rising, that was so much fun."
"Yeah, it was. I just got to thinking about and we haven't done that in a long time." Evan bit at his lip. "I know that's kind of yours and Cartoonz' thing . . . I don't know. I just thought I'd ask."
Jonathan shrugged, "Cartoonz has other friends that he plays with. I think he'll understand if I want to play with you instead sometimes. It's not like we're kicking him off the playground and throwing dirt in his face."
Evan threw his head back and laughed before he turned back to his computer monitors. "Okay. If you say so."
Jonathan propped himself up on Evan's pillows that smelled like Old Spice and awesome mixed together.
"Oh yeah." Evan spun around again. "I know we don't go out much, just because we've been snowed in these past few weeks, but maybe next Wednesday you can go down to the rink with me?"
Jonathan searched his face for any sign of trickery but found none, "You know I can't ice skate to save my life."
Evan nodded, "I know."
"Then why would you-"
"Because I want to teach you." Evan grinned and leaned forward. "It'll be fun. I promise."
Jonathan pursed his lips in fake thought. He'd never say no to Evan, even if he asked him to turn his favorite movie off on the best part. He sighed dramatically and Evan broke into a pretty smile.
"Fine. I'll go."