For someone who was waking up at the crack of dawn, Evan was pretty fucking happy. Well, excited to say the least. But who could blame him? One: It was a ceramics day, and two: He was going to be with Jonathan for the first 90 minutes of his day. Evan practically leaped out of his bed, with nothing but boxer briefs wrapped around his tan hips, excited for the upcoming events. Time seemed to fly by because before he knew it, he was waiting at the end of his driveway, with foggy air surrounding him and his younger sister. He felt an elbow nudge the side of his arm, and a voice flowing into his ears.
"Evan, stop thinking about god knows what and move your ass, the bus is here." Jamie said while crossing the road to board the bus. Evan simply muttered a simple 'sorry' and followed Jamie into the bus. Because his stop was one of the first ones, there more than enough seats open. Jamie joined one of her friends near the front of the bus and Evan sat in an empty seat in the back. Evan put his headphones on, drowning his ears in soft, serene music, making him take no notice to the world around him.
"Can I sit here?" a soft voice asked, interrupting Evan's peaceful thoughts.
"Yeah of course." Evan replied and looked up, getting a good look at the guy, he had an average height, was a little bit buff, brown hair and a pale completion. His brown eyes seemed to draw Evan in; they were so warm and inviting.
"I'm Brock." The man said while putting his hand forward.
"Evan." Evan shanked the hand in front of him.
"Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you before?"
"Yeah, I actually moved here from Canada last summer." Evan felt like a broken record, if he had a nickel for every time he's said that phrase, he'd probably be able to buy himself another Xbox. It stung a little every time someone had asked him that, considering the fact that he's been here for almost 4 months, and yet still people didn't know who he was, or recognized him. It made Evan feel unwanted, almost invisible.
"Canada? Really! Let me guess, you probably bathe yourself in maple syrup everyday eh? Brock asked, emphasizing the horrible Canadian accent as he said 'eh'. He kind of sounded like Scott Pilgrim.
"How did you know?!" Evan exclaimed in mock surprise.
"I'll never tell my secrets."
Evan Laughed. He liked this Brock guy. He was nice to be around. After some more small talk and laughs were exchanged, the bus ride came to an end. When Evan got off, he was greeted with Brock standing near the bus doors, waiting for him.
"Thanks for waiting for me." Evan said, with calming warmth to his voice, He liked Brock. He seemed to be the type of guy who would be there no matter what. The type of friend everyone wants, but can't have.
"No problem. No homo though." Brock said trying to keep a straight voice. Evan laughed with some confusion and annoyance in his laugh.
"How is this gay at all? You're fucking paranoid as fuck." Evan had a huge grin on his face.
"I have my reasons." Brock replied while nudging his elbow. Evan raised his eyebrow, seemingly confused, but he really knew exactly what he was insinuating. Mainly because he could understand where he was coming from.
"Whatever, well I go to go my class is down the hall."
"Aight. Save a seat for me on the bus?"
"You got it, but no homo bro." Evan confirmed, mocking Brock's 'no homo' remark from before. Brock laughed and waived goodbye as they parted ways. As Evan entered the room, he said Jonathon sitting in the back, headphones in focusing on his piece. Evan decided to scare the focused man bye going behind him and…
"Ahh!" Jonathan squeaked as Evan had just had poked his sides with his fingers, letting them fall down to his waist wrapping his arms around him while bending over putting his head on Jonathans shoulder.
"Whatcha doing?" Evan asked, dangerously close to his neck, Jonathan could feel his hot breathe on the side of his face.
"None-ya."
"What?" Evan asked while backing away, confused as ever.
"None of ya business!" exclaimed, letting out his signature laugh. Evan chucked to himself, and sat down next to him.
"But seriously, what are you working on? I'm so stuck on this project."
"It's a Hand, and it looks absolutely awful, but hopefully I can pull this shit together and making it look decent." Jonathan shrugged.
"A hand? I thought the teapots had to be functional?"
"Oh it is, you see the palm is hollow, and the sprout is the thumb, see?" Jonathan explained, pointing to the thumb, and holding the hand sideways to show the hollow part of the teapot.
"Ohh! That's so cool! I literally have no idea what to do."
"I could help you brainstorm, if you want me too."
"Really? That would be awesome. Thank you Jonathan." Evan smiled, and Jonathan practically melted inside, his body felt warm, but not hot. It felt quite nice.
"Evan do you play any sports, but I don't even know why I'm asking because his pretty obvious you do."
"What makes you say that?"
"First off, because you're from Canada, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and assume you play hockey. Second, you're fucking ripped, and third, you're pretty athletic."
Evan could feel the heat rising in his face, flattered by Jonathan's hidden compliment. Sure, it was probably unintentional, but it still left Evan feeling flustered.
"Was I right?" Jonathan asked, interrupting Evan's internal monologue.
"Maybe." Evan said stretching the 'maybe'. He pulled a piece of paper out of his backpack, along with a red pen. Jonathan looked at him funny, gesturing to his red pen, cocking his to the side.
"It's the only thing I have okay!" Evan said defensively. Jonathan grinned, while rummaging through his backpack. Pulling out a blue glittery pencil.
"Here, I have one to spare." Jonathan gave Evan his obscure pencil. Evan couldn't help but laugh.
"So what's the story on this gem?" Evan chuckled when gesturing to the pencil.
Jonathan couldn't help but grin, it was quite an out of character pencil; yet the reason behind it was even weirder.
"Uh.. it's kinda of weird. I'm not sure if you want to hear it."
"Oh come on, it can't be that weird! I have some of my own stories, so it can't be too cringey."
"Ok, well I was kind of obsessed with glitter as a kid, and I bought this HUGE pack of glittery pencils, I'm talking about 100 plus, and as if that isn't fucking weird enough, they were all blue, if that wasn't weird enough. I've somewhat grown out the phase, but I still had a shit ton of pencils left. So my mom has forced me to use up the pencils because why let that many pencils go to waste? So now I have about… 59 more blue glitter pencils to use up. And now you think I'm a fucking psycho." Jonathan could see Evan trying to hold back laughter. "Go on laugh, I'm used to it." Jonathan sighed. He was used to his 'friends' laughing 'with' him. In some ways Jonathan missed them. As much as he hated them, he missed having people around him talking to him. Even though they were causing him pain. Evan's face faded into a frown.
"What do you mean you're 'used to' it?"
"Nothing, I just used to have some real piece of shit 'friends'." Jonathan explained putting air quotes at the word 'friends'.
"But it doesn't matter anymore I'm over it." Jonathan added with a fake assurance that he was okay. Evan knew there were much more to the story by the look on Jonathan's face when he told him the deal. But, Evan didn't want to pry, so he left it alone, for now at least.
"Okay. But if you ever need someone to talk to I'm here. Just call me and I'm there."
"But I don't have your number silly!" Jonathan joked trying to change the mood of the conversation. Evan laughed while putting his hand out.
"Well the give me your phone I'll put in." Jonathan then placed it in his hand, a grin slapped on his face.
"Oh why thank you my knight in shinning armor!" Jonathan joked, pretending to be a damsel in distress. After Evan gave Jonathan his phone back, it was back to business.
"Okay so you play hockey right? So what if you did like a hockey mask and a hockey stick?" Jonathan suggested.
"I don't know I feel like it's just so… plain. You know? Like so unoriginal?"
"Yeah I get that." Evan's face then lit up when an idea sparked.
"I know! What if I did the Jason mask on Jason Voorhees head a the base, the base of the machete as the spout, and the mask strip as the handle?"
"Yeah totally! That would be fucking awesome. I love the 'Friday the 13th' movies, well all horror movies in general."
"Really? Me too! That was my first horror film I watched actually."
"Mine too! We should get together and have a Friday the 13th marathon."
"Of course! You free this Friday? You could sleep over and have a horror movie marathon."
"Yeah, I think so."
"It's a date. I'll text you the details. Now, help me with my sketches pweeeesssseee?" Evan begged with his brown puppy eyes staring into Jonathan's. Of course Jonathan gave in. They spent the rest of the period working on their teapots, but mostly fucking around and leaving each other flustered with the flirting.
"I'll you at lunch okay? Text me." Evan said as he waved goodbye to Jonathan.
"Yeah see you then!" Jonathan waved back going in the opposite direction. Jonathan could feel himself falling for Evan. He just really fucking liked him. A lot. They liked the same things, and Jonathan felt like he could stay up for hours just being with him. It didn't help the fact that Evan was really fucking hot. 'and 150% straight.' Jonathan added to his internal monologue. Evan was totally off limits. Jonathan knew he need to stop falling for him or else he's going to fall straight on his face, and lose Evan in the process. He couldn't risk that.
As Jonathan entered his Biology class, he spotted Luke and Craig sitting at their table. When Luke saw him, he gestured for him to join them at the table. Jonathan walked towards them, dropping his backpack next to his chair and plopping down onto his chair with the big sigh.
"What's up with you man? Are you okay?" Luke asked Jonathan noticing his slouchy behavior. Jonathan loved how Luke always knew when he was and wasn't okay.
"Yeah I'm okay." Jonathan responding trying to hide his sadness and frustration: due to lusting over Evan.
" 'I'm okay' my ass. What's bothering you?" Luke pried. Luke always knew when shit was up; he had known him for so long he practically knew Jonathan more than he knew himself.
"Okay, maybe I'm not okay. I just really like some I can't have." Luke raised an eyebrow and Jonathan shot Luke a 'I'll talk to you about it later.' look. Luke then nodded.
"Okay. I hope it all turns out ok." Luke and Jonathan then turned their attention towards Craig.
"Soooo Craig have you and Tyler finally married?" Jonathan asked while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Craig shot him an angry glare.
"Shut the fuck up." Craig mumbled angrily.
"Oh come on, we both know you guys are in love." Luke said.
"Yeah just make a move. What's the worst that could happen? Jonathan added.
"First off: I could freak him out and lose him, and second he'll never talk to me again. Also you both know he is as straight as a fucking board." Craig retaliated, sighing deeply. Luke and Jonathan were the only people who Craig has told about his crush, and he intended to keep it that way. But everyone saw how much Craig liked Tyler, how he always talked to him and laughed at every thing he said. The only one who didn't see it was Tyler himself.
"Okay we both know that's not true, but-" Jonathan spoke out but was interrupted by Mr. Smith talking about some science bullshit. But Jonathan wasn't paying attention at all. All he could think about was Evan. 'Evan. Evan. Evan. How you make me go fucking delirious.' Jonathan thought to himself.
After what seemed like forever, the bell rang and Jonathan got out of his seat to go to lunch. He waited at the doors of the cafeteria to wait for Evan, his whole body buzzed with some emotion that he could no describe. What ever it was, it felt really nice.