"I thought I said wake me up before dinner."

Evan turned to look at the man walking down the stairs, which was odd considering the fact that Jon's "guest room" was on the first floor. Jonathan ran his hand back through his hair and yawned, making Evan's heart skip a beat. He was shirtless and wearing his gray and black sweat pants. Vanoss could still see the small tattoo on his friend's neck, but also noticed another on his arm, reaching from his shoulder to his elbow and another on the side of his chest. Jonathan sat down at the counter, folding his lightly-and perfectly-tanned arms on the surface.

"Still cooking, I was just going to come get you actually." Evan shrugged, "Also, did you just magically walk out of my room?"

"Knock knock."

"What?"

"Knock knock. Vanoss, you say two words, it's easy."

"Okay, okay. Who's there?"

"Hoo-dini."

Evan laughed, cocking his head to meet Jonathan's gaze, "Is that the answer to my question?"

"Of course!" Jon leaned back and stretched his arms up, shaking his hands in a jazzy matter, "I went poof and appeared in your room!"

Leaving the food to cool off, Evan stumbled back and gasped dramatically, "But... no, I'M Hoodini! Not you!" his stereotypical Canadian voice made Delirious laugh.

"Too bad, owl. I'm taking over now, this town isn't big enough for the TWO of us!"

"Oho, you think so, CLOWN?" Vanoss ran over and grabbed his friend, lifting him up off the chair that began to tip over. Jonathan gasped as Evan threw him onto the couch and pinned him. They both stared at each other as Evan grinned slyly, "Fight me, the REAL Hoodini, I dare you."

Jon threw his hand up but barely brushed his opponent's face before Evan blocked the attack, pressing Delirious' wrists into the couch. Jonathan squirmed and fought to get up, "I'll never surrender, bitch!"

"Take it back." Evan drew his face closer and grinned, "I don't wanna hurt you."

Jonathan could feel his heart begin to race, he knew he was starting to sweat as his face reddened and his body burned up. He wanted to keep staring into Evan's eyes, but wanted to look away at the same time. An insane idea crawled its way into his head. He thought about kissing him. Jonathan was thinking about kissing Evan. Tasting his soft lips and...

The thought completely overwhelmed him as he began to sweat. But he wasn't about to surrender.

"What? You gonna fuck me?" The words just immediately poured out his lips.

Evan's face flushed and he sat up off of his friend and the couch, "I wouldn't even if you begged me too." Liar.

Jonathan sat up, laughing and wiping his palm over his forehead, "Hey, you were the one hovering ready to rape me just now."

Evan shook his head, this had taken a turn. He strolled back to the kitchen and pulled out a few plates, "I, the real Hoodini, could do so much better than you."

"Yeah right," Jon smirked, "bitch, you know I'm beautiful." Evan spotted the look of doubt behind his friend's eyes, but Delirious tried to cover it up with a smile.

"Oh?"

"Eh, not really," Jonathan chuckled quietly, twiddling his fingers, "The Great Hoodini could do better."

"What are you talkin' about?" Vanoss set the plates on the countertop and searched around for silverware.

Jon shook his head and grinned, "Like I said before, I'm ugly, and you guys don't deserve to have me around your pretty faces at conventions."

"And like I said before," Evan looked up, "You're not. You're actually pretty fuckin' good-looking." Don't, Evan. You're getting close to the danger zone.

Jonathan huffed and messed with his hair, "No, you're good-looking, and the guys are too. I mean, have you seen Brian?"

"Yeah, you're right, he is. But," Evan brought the food out to the couch, "You keep saying you're ugly, but you really should be replacing that word with hot." MAYDAY. MAYDAY. YOU SAID IT. EVAN'S STUPIDITY IS GOING TO KILL US ALL.

"Hot?" Jonathan looked up, then smiled, "You think I'm hot now, do you?"

Evan raised his hands in defense, "Hey, hey, just stating the facts."

Jon chuckled, "Well if we're stating the facts..." he continued in the most stereotypical professor voice he could manage, "Then Evan Fong, you are in fact hot as well."

Laughing, Evan handed a plate to Jonathan, "Oh that is true fact. I'm so hot my reflection fainted when it saw me."

"Really? Medic!"

Evan laughed, "Medic!" he could just barely hear Lui's childish voice, "That was the medic!"

"Damn," Jonathan folded his legs up and took the plate, "This looks fuckin' good!"

"Wanna watch somethin'?" Evan asked casually as he sat down beside Jon and reached for the remote. Delirious pursed his lips and watched the TV screen flash and blink.

"Whatta 'bout..." he paused, observing as Evan scrolled down the list of movies, "Wait! That one..?"

"Don't Breath?"

"Yeah, I feel like watching horror."

"Alright, cool, I haven't seen this yet. I'll make some popcorn and snacks really quick, if you think you can eat it AND still finish dinner."

"Yeah, of course." Jonathan grinned, "But, unfortunately, I will be the one getting the snacks and popcorn."

Evan was just getting ready to stand up when he looked at his friend, "What?"

"You cooked dinner, let me have my own room here while I stay with you, and you're letting me pick the movie. I'll get everything else, just tell me where the shit is." Jon smiled warmly, and Evan couldn't help but stare.

"Uh, okay, if you really want to. Popcorn's in the cabinet next to the fridge, and you can get whatever snacks you want."

Jonathan stepped into the kitchen as his phone buzzed. He searched around a bit before grabbing it off the counter and pushing a bowl of popcorn kernels ino the microwave.

"Hey brother, did you get it?"

"Ey, Evan?" Jon called over to the lump of blankets and pajamas on the couch.

"Mm?"

"I'm gonna make a call real quick, popcorn's in the microwave. If it starts beeping before I get back, stay where you are and don't you get your ass up. Just sit and relax, hear me motherfucker?"

"Mm."

Delirious grinned goofily and strolled to his guest room, putting the ringing phone to his ear. "Bitch you better pick up." he mumbled before Luke's voice greeted him from the other end.

"Sup, Del."

"Hey, Luke. Yeah, I got the mask, but the craziest fuckin' thing happened, like, you'll shit yourself when I tell you."

"Alright, I'm ready to shit."

Jon chuckled, "So, I was playing with Evan on GTA when you texted me the first time. I told him I'd be back in a while, and I guess my hotel is close to his place. I left to go get the mask and while I was walking, some guy knocked me over from behind by accident because he got hit or something."

"Mhm, continue."

"Well, I was falling but he caught me from behind and pulled me up. He started apologizing as I was turning around and- you ready to shit yourself?"

"Wait, gotta get my man diaper. Okay, ready."

"The bitch was motherfuckin' Evan."

"Woah, wait, brother, you shittin' me?"

"As Nogla would say," laughed Jonathan, "'I shit you not', it was motherfucking Evan Fong, VanossGaming."

"That's bullshit!" Now Luke was laughing as Jonathan stuttered and giggled, trying to explain.

"I don't know, he told me after he found out it was me that he was just trying to get some fresh air and stretch out a bit before I got back on GTA."

"Jon, that's the most hilarious shit I've ever heard in my life!" Cartoonz shook his head, "Are you back at the hotel now?"

"Uhh..." Delirious let out a series a short, inhuman noises in a period of 5 seconds before answering, "No?"

"What? It should be pretty late there, and brother, I don't want you walking around the streets of L.A. at night doing delirious shit!"

Jonathan laughed lightly, "Nah, nah, I uh...you see when Evan found me, he bought my mask and invited me to stay at his place. So, I'm kinda here getting ready to watch Don't Breath."

"Really? Damn! Ha, alright, that's fine, still crazy but fine. Just be careful, a few of the guys have been hijacking the ship train."

"Oh trust me, I know." Jon giggled and set the phone on speaker, walking back out to the kitchen, "Luke, say hi to Evan!"

Evan turned at the sound of his name, and he would've been surprised if Jonathan hadn't told him earlier that Luke knew about his decision to come to E3.

"Sup, Evan?" Cartoonz's voice greeted from the phone as Jon held it up, standing with that stupid smile on the other side of the counter.

"Eyyy, Toonz. Nothin' much."

"Well, enjoy your movie, I'll see you guys at E3, and take care of mah boy!"

Evan soluted even though he knew Luke couldn't see and grinned, responding in a Canadian soldier-like accent, "Yes, sir!"

Jonathan smiled humorously as Luke laughed, "Alright, well talk to you later, brothers."

"See you, Luke." Delirious hung up and slid the phone back onto the counter. He grabbed the bowl of popcorn, a bag of chips, and two sodas before falling back onto the couch beside Evan with a restful sigh. It wasn't long after they played the movie that he looked over at Vanoss, who seemed to be staring at him, lost in thought as he held a freshly opened soda can in his hand.

"...? What?" Jon laughed slightly in a more quiet tone.

Evan immediately shrugged and looked back at the TV in a snap, taking a chip from the bag in between them, "Nothing."