"You sure you don't want to wait? It isn't for a few more days, I could come pick you up and we could go together."
"No, thanks, but," Delirious paused, reaching for his jacket, still holding the phone to his ear as he talked with Cartoonz, "I just feel like I gotta go now, you know?"
"Not really."
Jonathan shook his head, he himself really couldn't explain it, "I just gotta go."
"Well, fine. But I also don't understand why you want to surprise everyone but not me," Luke smiled, "you know I'd have a heart attack if you showed up."
"Yeah, I know," Delirious laughed lightly, "but 1. You wouldn't be going if I hadn't brought it up and told you my decision. 2. I really wouldn't want to tell the doctors the reason you had a heart attack was because I walked up to you. 3. I need your amazing fatherly guidance, I can't do this without you."
"Well, son, I really can't believe this is finally happening."
"I know," Jonathan laughed quietly, "I'm fuckin' nervous as hell." He ran his hand back through his hair then slipped on the jacket. He couldn't believe he was really doing this.
"You know you don't have to do this, right? Don't feel like you have to be pressured into it."
"I'm not pressured, not only did you guys convince me but I just feel like it's time to get it over with, you know?"
"Whatever you say, brother."
"Are you trying to talk me out of it?" Jon giggled, getting a quick reply from Luke on the other end. "No! Of course not, I've waited years for this, I'm super hyped. I just want to make sure you want to go and you're making this decision by yourself, and not just because you're tired of the guys' shit."
"Luke, I'm sure. Really, I am." H2O rubbed his forehead, "Shit, I'm so fucking nervous. What if someone…or someone at least tries to…"
"I won't let that happen, none of us will, especially Evan."
Delirious stopped in his tracks, gripping the doorknob tighter. A shiver ran down his spine, "What?"
"Evan," Cartoonz went on, "you're his best friend. He's buff and-shit, you know how fucking protective he his." He laughed, receiving a small chuckle from Jon in response.
"Yeah, yeah, right."
"I'm telling you, bro. You'll be fine. You sure you don't want to wait till I go?" Luke smiled. Jonathan rolled his eyes, giggling, "I think I can make it by myself, Toonz. I'm not some crybaby bitch."
"You act like one," chuckled Cartoonz, "I'm joking, I know you'll be okay. Text or call me when you get there, yeah?"
"Yeah, of course," Delirious grinned and stepped off the porch, "see ya, Luke."
"See ya, Jon. Have a safe flight!"
"Thanks." Jonathan smiled and hung up the phone, sliding it back into his pocket. He let out a shaky sigh and looked up, "Well, here we go."
"SHIT!" Evan busted out laughing at Marcel's girly scream, like he usually did when something fucking hilarious came back up on the video while editing. He was nearly done, and it had been a day since part 2 of the scary Gmod map was recorded…
without Delirious.
Evan sighed, what could his friend possibly be busy with? Jonathan hadn't even texted him like he said he would! Vanoss realized how fucking stupid it was to get this worried, he cared about Delirious, but also trusted that he could take care of things by himself.
No, wait…Evan didn't trust that.
He wanted to be by Jon's side, and help him with anything he was dealing with alone. He knew how stressed his best friend could be, he knew how much he was dealing with. Evan just wished he could really know what was going on in Delirious' crazy head. He ran his hand down his tired face and looked over to the clock hanging on the wall. 1:47. Damn, how many hours had he been working on videos?
Evan stood up and stretched, letting out another sigh as he picked up his phone. It wouldn't hurt to ask, right? He wandered to the kitchen, typing on his phone screen.
"Dude, you alive? Should I start on my eulogy?"
He only had to wait for about 3-4 minutes before his phone rang, nearly scaring the shit at of him as he started up GTA. Evan picked up the phone which was playing "Why So Delirious?" that Spaceman Chaos had made for Jonathan.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry, Vanoss. I swear I was going to text but—"
"No excuses, dude. Really, it's fine." Evan smiled and received a warm giggle from the other side that made his heart fly.
"If you say so. I was just so damn tired, I crashed early."
"Mind telling me what it was that you were busy with?" questioned Vanoss. Jonathan stayed quiet for a moment before smiling slyly, "Nope,"
"Wha—come one, man, just tell me!"
"No,"
"A little hint...?"
"Mmmmmm….nnnope."
"You dick."
"You know you love me."
"That's the only reason you're still alive."
Delirious laughed as did Evan, "Try me, bitch."
"Oh, we could go right now," Evan paused, "unfortunately, I'm too lazy and would much rather troll on GTA online, care to join?"
Jonathan continued laughing, trying his best to act as serious as possible, "Of course, love. But only if you cook dinner."
"Fuuuuuuuck that, we'll get Chinese takeout."
"From who? Your ancestors?" Jon cackled as he joined Evan's lobby. "Oh, you fucker. I'm comin' for you first." Vanoss fought the urge not to grin.
Just the two of them, blowing things up and killing each other, murdering innocent citizens in the process. That's how it should be. Evan enjoyed it more than anything but couldn't admit it. Little did he know, Jon had the same problem.