May 24, 2012
12:15 P.M
"Fuck." Evan muttered under his breath, checking his watch. They had 45 minutes to get to the airport and get on that goddamn jet. Right now, he had most of his stuff packed, along with his supplies he'd need. "Dwight?"
Dwight appeared at his side, clutching many different shapes and sizes of medallions. "Hm?"
"Where's Ethan? And are you packed?"
"Uhhhh, I have no idea where Ethan is. And I have everything packed, yes. But I have a question."
Evan rolled his eyes. "Yes?"
"How're we going to get our guns and everything on the jet? We've got enough weapons and ammunition for a small African country."
"We'll figure something out. Now please go find my brother." The blonde said, waving the young hunter off.
Dwight stalked off, leaving Evan to rouse his housemates. Reed was running around, trying to not tear up his still impossibly vast collection of clothes. Justin and Spencer were just finishing up their packing. Audee was silently checking her baby bump in the full-length mirror. He'd have to decide what to do about it later. He couldn't find Han, but he figured it was better off that he couldn't. Jeff and Nick were cuddling in their bed, which made Evan smile a bit. Julian and Logan were bickering uselessly once again about who knows what. Dwight was packed, or so he said, so now all he had to do was find his brother.
"I'm over here."
Evan whipped his head around to find Ethan propped up on the first step of the staircase, holding a bottle of liquor in his hand. Evan sighed inwardly. He wasn't particularly fond of Ethan drinking, but he'd grown to accept it, along with Spencer's smoking.
"What's the occasion?" He asked, gesturing towards the half-empty bottle that was dangling from his twin's hand.
"Life." He replied, taking a swig and downing it, letting the familiar burn sting his throat.
"That's gonna suck when we're on the jet."
"Oh well." Ethan shrugged, taking another swig.
"We're leaving soon. Are you packed?"
Ethan nodded silently and Evan sighed with relief. At least he didn't have to deal with last-minute running around.
"Can I have a sip?"
Ethan raised his eyebrow delicately. "You never want a sip." He stated, trying to keep his tone from sounding accusatory but failing miserably.
"We're in the middle of an apocalypse. Frankly, my dear, i don't give a damn."
The younger twin lit up at those words and held his bottle out. "Cheers."
Evan grabbed the bottle and downed it, coughing and sputtering at the unfamiliarity of the taste but enjoying it nonetheless.
"It's good, isn't it? Sort of numbs things. At least for a bit."
He nodded slowly. "Yeah. For a bit."
"I don't think I'm ready for this, Evan." Ethan said quietly.
"Ready for what? We've been fighting for what seems like forever."
"I'm not ready for this huge move. I'm not ready for this big flight. I'm still this scared little boy."
"We'll be alright. I promise. I'll protect you."
"What if we don't make it out of this alive? What if we get separated? Ev, i can't deal with that. It's not possible."
Evan sighed. "It is possible. You and I both know that we're two of the most clever people in this group and we aren't going down without a fight."
"But i don't want to leave you."
"I know."
After a while they just sat in silence except for the occasional swallow as they both took turns drinking from the bottle, both of them stuck in their own little train of thought.
"Hey Ev?"
"Hm?"
"I love you."
Evan smiled faintly, the corner of his mouth tilting just a bit.
"I love you too."
Ethan returned the smile and got up, kissing his brother's forehead lightly before retreating into his room. Evan slowly got up and went to the front door of his house, swinging it open and stepping outside. He looked up to find Sebastian leaning out of the window of their shared room.
"Hey, Rapunzel!" He yelled, laughing softly for what seemed like the first time in ages. Sebastian looked around confused before spotting Evan on the ground below him.
"Hey Blondie. Whatcha doin' down there?"
"Waiting for your lazy ass to let down your hair so i can sweep you off your feet."
Sebastian chuckled. "Unlikely."
"Just come down here."
"Make me."
"No sex for a week." Evan grinned, crossing his arms in a silent dare for Sebastian to make the next move.
"Excuse me?" Sebastian glared, trying to burn his boyfriend with his eyes. "Are you fucking serious?"
"No, I'm fucking you. But not for a week. Unless you come down here."
The brunette sighed and headed downstairs, opening the front door and heading towards Evan, who was wearing quite an endearing smirk.
"Happy?"
"Not yet. Come here."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow and walked towards the blonde until they were only a few inches apart.
"I wanted to thank you for what you did this morning." Evan murmured, wrapping his arms around Sebastian's neck, to which in turn Sebastian wrapped his arms tightly around his lover's waist.
"Do you, now?"
"Mhm."
"Care to share?"
Evan leaned closer, just barely brushing his lips against the taller boy's. "Maybe so."
Sebastian chuckled and pressed his lips against the other boy's insistently, lightly running his fingers up his back. Evan ran his fingers through the ex-Stuart's hair, pushing it back from his face. Their bliss was short-lived, although, when Evan caught a glimpse of his watch and pushed away.
"Fuck, Seb! We've got 15 minutes to get to the airport!" He yelled, dragging his boyfriend back inside.
Sebastian stumbled after his boyfriend, trying to keep up with his blonde ball of energy. "Ev, watch where you're going."
"We need to get on the road, like now."
Jeff came hurdling down the staircase with his bags, Nick just a few steps behind him. "Evan, it's-"
"I know. Where's everyone else?"
Jeff shrugged. "I saw your sister getting ready but that's about it."
Evan sighed and bounded up the staircase. "Oi, are you all ready?"
Justin and Spencer were the first to come out, hastily shoving the rest of their clothing into their respective suitcases. "We're ready." Justin said, grabbing Spencer's hand and dragging him down the staircase. Dwight followed, hauling a giggling Ethan out of their room. "We're ready. But your brother is a bit out of it, you think he'll be okay?"
"He'll be fine." Evan sighed, grasping Sebastian's hand. Dwight nodded and hoisted Ethan over his shoulder, dragging their suitcases down the spiraling stairs. Audrey came out after them, pulling her suitcase behind her. "I'm ready." She signed. Evan nodded and gave her a peck on the cheek, sending her on her way. Reed followed, sporting a nasty bruise on his cheek.
"How'd you get that, Dormouse?"
"Fell on the handle of my suitcase." He shrugged, hauling the suitcase down the stairs.
"Don't run, okay?"
All he got was a nod in response. Han came next, grumbling and clutching his laptop to him as if it were a life support. "Ready." He muttered, quickly stepping down the staircase and off into the shadows once more.
"So now all we need is-"
"Logan and Julian." Evan sighed, starting up the staircase with Sebastian in tow. "Whatever it is they're bickering about, it better be worth it because they're going to make us late."
"Maybe they aren't bickering.."
"What?"
"Maybe they're..y'know.." Sebastian started thrusting his hips forward in a very sensual manner that Evan had to take a couple breaths to make himself speak.
"Why would they be doing that?"
"Well, sometimes after we fight, we do that too.."
"Sebastian. Stop. We need to find those two and I can't have you putting less than pure thoughts in my head at the moment."
"Rightttt. But you can't deny me of my needs for very long, can you? You're a teenage boy as well, you know."
Evan shook his head. "We're in the midst of a zombie apocalypse and you think we have time for sex?"
"Apparently we had time last night-"
Sebastian was cut off by two angry voices at the top of the staircase, pushing straight past Evan and himself and at each other.
"Where's my hairbrush?"
"You actually use a brush, Jules?"
"What else would I use?!"
"A comb, maybe."
Julian shook his head and muttering irritably under his breath, causing Logan to roll his eyes but take his suitcase along with his own. Evan did a quick walkthrough of all the rooms in the upstairs making sure nothing (and no one) was left behind. After making sure everything was okay, he started heading back down the stairs to the kitchen with Sebastian, where 11 faces were looking expectantly upon their unofficial leader.
"Alright guys. This is it. We're leaving America to go someplace safe. You guys are the last survivors of Dalton-and in Westerville, respectively." He added, nodding towards his older sister. "Seb has a place in France where we'll be staying. That'll be our new home. We'll figure out everything else when we get there. Right now, we just need to get on that jet. Any questions?"
There was a tense silence before Dwight piped up. Evan had to restrain a sigh. "Yes, Dwight?"
"Where exactly in France are we going?"
Evan grinned. "Paris, of course."
He waited for the awed whispers of everyone to fade away before he continued.
"We're all going to need to stick together. We can't have you guys wandering off who knows where without us knowing. So let's go." He said, taking Sebastian's hand and grabbing his suitcase with the other, running towards the door. Sebastian chuckled and followed him, with everyone else following behind.
Suddenly Ethan seemed to snap out of his drunken senses and he struggled out of Dwight's arms before turning back to look at his house. Evan seemed to understand and stood with him while everyone went outside to give them a moment.
"This is it, isn't it?" Ethan asked quietly, his eyes scanning over the interior of the house.
"Yeah." Evan replied, keeping his thoughts to himself.
"You think we'll make it?"
Evan turned to face his brother and cupped his face in his hands. "I know we will." He kissed his forehead and took his hand, heading out and leaving all they ever knew behind them.
