A/N: Another lil thing for you guys. Keep sending in those requests. Until next time, stay fabulous!

Eyes On Evan


His palms were slick with sweat, and his heartbeat was at such an erratic pace, he couldn't even count the beats anymore to make himself calm. His breath was getting caught in the back of his throat, and suddenly, Jonathan felt like he was drowning. Sinking deeper and deeper, unable to fill his lungs with the air that he so desired.

He knew this was a bad idea, coming to one of these stupid fucking gaming conventions. People bumped into him, pushing him around, and it was so so so crowded. Jonathan didn't even know where the hell he was. He was lost in a sea of fans, and he didn't know how to get out. He closed his eyes for a moment, and tried to control his breathing.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. He knew he needed to slow his breaths. Jonathan worked on these breathing techniques a lot, just like Luke had told him to. When his short spurts of breath seemed to be normal again, a small smile pulled at the corner of his pink lips. There, the hard part was over. Now, he needed to focus on finding a familiar face; Evan, Tyler, Marcel, somebody that he knew to help him get out of this mess. And that deemed to be a little difficult.

Inhale, exhale. Jonathan took a few more steps, looking around for an exit sign. That was a bust, no exits to be found. Suddenly, his phone buzzed, and he pulled it out of his pocket, a sigh of relief washing through him when he saw that Evan was calling him. "H-Hello?" He answered, voice wavering from his anxious nerves.

"Delirious, where are you, man? Are you okay?" Evan replied, throwing questions at the older man left and right. He sounded worried, and Jonathan was thankful for that. His friend knew of his fear of crowds, big places, and getting lost. "We tried looking for you, but-"

"Come get me, please, Evan, please." Jonathan didn't recognize his own voice by that point. He sounded so helpless, so needy, like a child who had lost their parent at the grocery store.

"Where are you?" Evan questioned.

Jonathan looked around, "I don't know man," He shook his head. "There's PC games, a room with a lot of fucking windows... And there's... So many fucking people in here." Tears stung his ocean blue eyes, and he didn't know why he was about to have a break down at the moment. Maybe his nerves were shot? Who knew? But Jonathan couldn't take much of this any longer.

"I'm on my way." Evan said. "Look for me." He added before hanging up.

"Okay." Jonathan mumbled.

Inhale, exhale. The breathing techniques still seemed to work, and Evan would be here soon, so Jonathan was trying to calm himself down so he wouldn't look like a hot mess in front of his best friend. He wiped his hands on his jeans, trying to get some of the sweat off of them. God, this was embarrassing. He hated causing Evan this much trouble, but he really wanted to come to the convention, he really wanted to see his friends.

"Jonathan?" It was Evan's voice he heard, and relief washed over him in an instant. "Jonathan?" The voice was closer now, and sure enough when the older man turned around, he saw Evan approaching.

"Evan!" Jonathan called out, gaining the other man's attention. Their eyes met, and Evan smiled as he walked up to his friend, and pulled him into a hug. This was the first time they'd ever seen each other in person, and it was not a bad moment. Jonathan buried his head in the crook of Evan's neck, just inhaling the man intertwined with him. "Thank you." He mumbled, eyes filling with tears once more.

When they separated, Evan still had that smile written on his face. "So, this is what you look like, huh?" He marveled as he gave Jonathan a look over. He was slightly shorter than Evan, not as muscular, dark brown shaggy hair, pink plump lips, and blue eyes that sparkled like no other. His ears were pierced, silver studs adorning them, and he wore a signature blue hoodie.

Jonathan laughed, "Yeah, sorry if it's not what you expected."

Evan shook his head, "It's exactly what I expected. You look like you."

Time seemed to stand still in that moment, and Jonathan smiled, "Okay, can we just get the hell out of here?" People were still bumping into him, and he didn't like it too well. He just wanted to get away from all of this, and just be with Evan and his friends.

Evan nodded, "Look at me," He ordered, his dark eyes piercing Jonathan's baby blues. "Don't take your eyes off me, everything is going to be fine." He then winked, before unexpectedly grabbing Jonathan's hands, which were still drenched with sweat, and began leading him out of the crowd. A blush came to Jonathan's dimpled cheeks, but he ignored it, and kept his eyes on Evan, just like he had told him to.