Oh glory hallelujah it was the weekend...and just in case you didn't catch that, that right there, was complete and utter sarcasm. In the household Evan is to call home, weekends are nothing to look forward to, unless his father was going out, then it was something to look forward to. Most 'normal' weekends consisted of Evan staying locked up in his room and only coming out to use the bathroom or eat. Hell even eating was a choir, if he had it his way he would eat in his room every single night, but wanting to actually see his mother, he plants himself in one of their wooden chairs and eats until full. As for it being a choir, as he stated earlier, it was only like that because dear old father seems to like to eat dinner at the "family" table whenever Evan planned to.
Yup, no school sanctuary to save him from another awesome weekend! Let's just hope daddy dearest goes for a night out on the town with his ol' fatass of a drinking buddy.
"Jessica, I'm going out, make sure the runt eats. We don't want people thinking the poor kid has anymore problem's then he's already got."
'Ok...Oooo! Now I wish for hot, foreign, male, underwear models! .Well there goes my dream of being a superhero...with sexy underwear model sidekicks... Oh well I'll take what I can get.'
Clearing his mind of his thoughts, he just barely heard the voice of his mother calling out to Derek before he cut her off mid-sentence by slamming the door. How rude. Deeming safe, Evan made his way down their carpeted staircase. "Finally, freedom from the dick-tator."
"Oh Evan, don't say things about your father like that. He's just...stressed..." Jessica explained poorly as she went back to cleaning whatever she had within her hand.
Evan thinks he'll never understand why his mom defends that poor excuse of a man. But enough about him, he's gone for the moment so that means some much needed mental relaxation was ensured for the day.
"Where are you going?" Jessica demanded lightly with a questioning tone. Straining her eyes to the corners of their sockets, she stared at her son, waiting patiently for an answer.
"Um...upstairs, more sleep?"
"Oh no young man, you told me you have a project due soon! This seems like a perfect time for you to complete it don't you think?" With a smile she went back to cleaning the already spotless item.
Evan groaned. "You just want to meet John and, possibly, Randy!"
Huffing, Jessica set the object, a vase now that it was minus two hands and a cloth, down on the counter. "So what if I do? I might not get another chance like this again! I want to met your little friend's Evan! I need to make sure they'll keep my baby boy out of anymore trouble." Walking up to Evan, she pinched his, cute, pudgy cheeks.
"Mooom!" Pushing the offending hand away from his pinking cheeks, he then proceeded to rub the said cheeks.
Smiling brightly at her handy work, she turned her back to her son. "I want you to call your friend as soon as your done whining. You don't want to let him down honey."
Evan paused for a moment. Let him down? That's right wasn't it? ...If he refused to do the project he would be letting John down wouldn't he? Sighing the disgruntled teen rubbed at his pounding forehead. So this is what it felt like for someone to have trust in you. To be honest he didn't know how he felt about it.
Jogging up the stairs two steps at a time, Evan made it into his room in at least six seconds flat, if you say anything else, you lie! Swiping the phone off it's cord he plucked off the piece of paper he kept tucked under his night stand. Looking at the scribbled numbers on the little strip, he dialed them as his eyes went along.
Pressing the ear piece against his ear he waited patiently for his friend to answer.
"H-Hello?" John's voice on the other line stained as if out of breath.
Even pulled the phone away for just a second to give it a bewildered look. "Umm, am I interrupting something over there buddy?"
"Fuck yeah you are!" A furious voice growled into the phone.
"Randy!" Shuffling and static was all that was heard for the next few moments until a sigh broke through. "Sorry, Randy just gets a bit grumpy when...er.."
"Nope! No! Don't even mention it man, I got the picture." Cheeks glowing crimson, Evan cursed himself for even picturing the scenario, but that's the price you pay when you have an imaginative type of mind.
Muffled laughter ensured. "Alright, alright, so what'cha need?"
"I was thinking that we could do the project today, it's do Monday right?"
"Damn dude about time you planned this! I thought I was gonna have to do this all by myself and put your name on it. If that happened you know you would have to do a lot of ass kissing afterwards don't you?"
"I thought that was Randy's job..."
"Hehehe, good one ya little shit. But alright I'll be there soon then." A loud bang was heard on John's end, a booming WHAT following soon after. "Might be awhile though, looks like I'm going to be fighting off a very pissed off viper if you catch my drift..." The other side went dead.
Evan shook his head at the antics of his friends, but a small smile still graced his lips. Scrolling through his phone, he erased whatever call history their had been on the phone. Putting it back on the hook, he fell back onto his bed. Now he just had to wait for his mother's joyous squeals to signal his departure.
Jessica cleaned in a daze. She usually wasn't this slow when it came to cleaning, but all of her attention was focused purely on the outside of their window. So once a car parked right outside their house, to say she was excited would be the biggest understatement of the century. Cupping her hands over her mouth she hollered up to her son. "EVAN! YOUR FRIENDS, AND OR, FRIEND'S HERE! HURRY, YOU NEED TO INTRODUCE ME!"
Rolling his eyes, Evan hopped out of his bed with a thump. Quickly he ran a hand through his black hair to fix whatever damage his pillow had caused. Even though their was no mirror around, he deemed it public worthy and made his way downstairs once more.
"Yell much?" Mocking his mothers screechy voice he stuck his pinkie in his ear.
"Don't give me that young man!" She retorted, going to the front door she twisted the golden knob and opened it without a second thought. "Be sure to close the door behind you sweetie." With that she was gone.
Evan stood there for a moment. Never had he seen a mother so excited to meet a friend of her child's. "So much for me introducing her..."
John displayed a dimpled smile for the women, being raised to honor and respect the opposite sex, he open his car door and politely held his hand out for Jessica to take. "Hi, I'm John Cena. It's a pleasure to finally be able to meet you."
A small blush adored Jessica's cheeks as she shook John's extended hand. "Oh my, the pleasures all mine! It's so nice to see chivalry hasn't died just yet." She laugh giddily. "I'm Jessica, Evan's mom."
"I was just raised the right way ma'am."
"Ma'am? Now I know for sure my baby boy Evan's not going to get into anymore trouble! You'll take good care of my Evan won't you?" Jessica looked up to John with hopeful eyes.
John resisted the urge to chuckle at the easily overexcited mother. "I'll do the best I can Mrs. Bourne. So will Mr. Bourne be accompanying us soon?" The glazed and distant look she gave was none too settling. "Oh, I'm sorry is he...?"
"No, no. Nothing like that, he's just...out." Jessica smiled at John once more.
"You're not scaring my friend away are ya mom?" Evan rose a brow at the women who turned to huff at her son's silly question, rhetorical or not.
"I'd never do that, I was just having a nice chat with your friend. And I've came to the conclusion that you should take a few pointers from him. He's such a kind boy." Jessica smiled adoringly.
Brows knitting together Evan looked over at the blue eyed deviant. John smirked at him. Now Evan couldn't read minds, but he was sure if he could, John's thoughts would probably go along the lines of- "Yeah Evan, take a few pointers from me." Now the only question remaining was, what in god's name did John say, or do for that matter, to make his mom say something so absurd!
"Umm...so you're saying you want me to have a weird Captain America obsession, make inappropriate comments in class for all to hear, and over all be very obscene? .And here I thought I already did that.." Look's like Evan broke the 'smartass' meter once again.
"What-?" Jessica shook her head, pitching the bridge of her nose she continued. "Nevermind. I think I've kept you both to long already." She turned her attention back to John. "It was nice meeting you John." After hugging the boy almost awkwardly she went to her son to plant a kiss atop his forehead.
"Mom!" In his distress Evan began whipping his head feverishly. Which only upped Jessica's amusement level.
"See you boy's later." She waved over her shoulder one last time before proceeding back into her house.
"Soo...when's the next time I should come over and to teach you those pointers?"
"One more word and I just might have to kill you..."
/AT JAMES TOWN MALL/
"Ok what the hell does this hat have to do with anything with our project?" Evan pestered as he messed with the hat placed on the top of his ebony strands.
"The camera's in the hat, now stop messin' with it or you could knock it out of place."
Evan's hand froze, ever so slowly he retracted it. "How did you get a camera in there! I didn't even see anything on it!"
"Calm yourself." John chortled at his friends bewildered expression. It's like he never heard of a spy camera, what a silly boy this one. "How else were we gonna video tape the jeweler with only two people?"
"Well sorry for thinking someone was going to be video taping from the shadows."
"And how is that any less creepy then a camera in a hat?"
Evan inwardly groaned as he took John's hand in his. "Let's just do this shall we?"
"What ever you say honey muffin." John cooed as he walked along side his 'new lover boy'.
"No cute nicknames." Whispered Evan once they got close enough to the jeweler behind the counter.
She looked at the two newcomers briefly, deeming them unworthy of her time she went back to, most likely, checking inventory.
John cleared his throat, catching the womans attention once more. "Yeah, me and my little love muffin here-" Evan held in a scowl a the new nickname. "are looking for matching wedding bands."
The woman rolled her eyes at the two, which didn't sit well with Evan, not well at all. "I'm sorry but I seriously don't have time to be playing make believe."
In a split second Evan let go of John's hand to take a crossed armed stance. "Excuse me! Make believe! Who do you think you are!"
The woman sighed as if this occurred on a daily basis. "Listen sweet heart, this is a business, and in this business we sell beautiful accessories to those who won't make us look bad ca-peesh?"
Oh so that's how it's gonna be! "Are you saying...you won't sell us rings because we're gay? Is that it!" Pissed? Oh Evan was now beyond pissed!
Surprisingly, John was silent. His eyes calculated the stance of the women, and why such raw emotion vibrated off of her. Their was always a reason behind a way someone acted. A person's stance was their own little background story.
"I said nothing of a sort." The women dismissed Evan completely. Her eyes looked up to catch a man walking her way, she smiled at him. "Now, run along will you? Hello sir how may I help you today."
Evan blew before the man could even open his mouth. "This is bullshit! What the hell kind of business doesn't let gays have wedding bands! Let me talk to your supervisor! I wanna speak with him and see if he or she feels the same fucking way, and if they don't I swear to god I'll-!"
Clamping a hand over Evan's mouth, John smiled kindly at the glowered female. "I'm sorry about my fri-boyfriend here, he's a bit ill tempered." Her tense muscles seemed to relax. "We're sorry for bothering you, and I'm also sorry for the way he left you." The womans eyes widened at the statement. "Please don't compare us to him though. We may be gay, but we're nothing like him." Tipping his own hat toward her John, followed by a flabbergasted Evan, strolled out of the jewelery store.
"Dude, what was that!" Utter amazement filled Evan's voice as he stared up at John.
"Well, she just wasn't to hard to read. I mean, she had to have been acting that way for a reason." John explained poorly. He never knew a way about 'explaining' his little gift, as some people liked to call it.
"Well, I guess so. But what were you talking about in there man? I mean who's this 'he' you kept talking about!"
Not used to so many questions being thrown at him, John began to get a little nervous. "Well...um.." fidgeting with the hem of his shirt John tried to look for some way out of trying to explain himself to the younger.
"Let's just say, it's very easy for him to see the truth." Evan jumped at the familiar voice speaking from behind him. Peering over her shoulder the man was recognized. In normal street clothes, sipping on a soft drink in a plastic cup, was Edge. "Nice show boy's."