Bad Love

Chapter 1

Jonathan squinted his eyes as he took a look at his new room, with his hands in his coat. It wasn't bad, not at all. It was actually bigger than his room back in North Carolina. He grinned slightly when he walked towards the bed, slowly sitting on it and feeling its sheets. Ah, he felt so tired. The trip wasn't a joke, and his parents kind of argued along the way because his mum disagreed about moving. She loved North Carolina so much that she did her best to ask his dad not to move anymore. But his dad's work was a bitch, and there was no way his dad would have said no. The old man earns a lot from it. He sighed and bent over to pick up his huge bag. He completely forgot about unpacking because of how nice his room turned out to be.

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"Did you like your new room?"

Jonathan gave his dad a quick glance before stuffing a slice of chocolate cake in his mouth. They were currently having dinner at this fine restaurant where all of his favorites were present. He nodded and mouthed a soft "Yes" and continued munching on his remaining dessert. He loved the cake so much. The way the icing melted on his tongue was perfect. It was too sweet, which he was thankful for since he's a fan of sweet things.

Sweet things like Evan?

He almost choked on his food when he thought of Evan. His mum quickly handed him a glass of cold water. He mumbled a raspy "Thanks" because his throat started to hurt due to the cake's sweetness. Ah, why the hell did he have to think of that guy? He silently cursed and excused himself to go to the washroom. He didn't feel like eating anymore. Come to think of it, he's now in Canada. And Evan lives in Canada. He shook his head when he reached the room and turned the tap on, cleaning the mess he made by licking the icing off of his fingers. He let out a heavy sigh when the possibility of meeting the man surfaced. He didn't want to meet Evan. He didn't want to see his face, to personally talk to him, to hold him (like give his back a tap or maybe his butt whichever he'd prefer) and to see him smile. The thought was just enough to make him go insane. Why? Because he loves the man. He is in love with him and how he wished he was able to stop it. But he wasn't, he couldn't, he didn't want to stop. Evan gives him this indescribable feeling, like those things he read on the internet such as "oh your crush surely gives you butterflies in your stomach".

"Fuck you, Evan, you stupid bitch," he muttered under his breath and curled his hand into a fist. He didn't want to meet him, even if it's an accident, hell no way. He would do his best for their paths to not meet. Never.

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"Hahahaha oh my god, Delirious, you retard. You just destroyed the whole building, man, come on!" Tyler yelled while everyone laughed on the background.

Jonathan tried to land the chopper on the top of a building but he didn't see Marcel put bombs on it so it exploded, causing the building to go down. His ears turned red when he heard Evan laugh as well. It sure was a hearty laugh and he bit his tongue so hard because the butterflies were back once again, residing in his stomach.

"It was Marcel's fault haha! Damn you, Marcel!" he yelled out instead of an "Evan you cutie I like you so much" and Marcel replied with a "No no no I didn't do it". They were having a great time playing GTA V that he even skipped his lunch. Evan ate his lunch while playing, and the others did the same as well. But he didn't feel hungry. He was already full just by hearing the man's laughter.

"Hey Delirious," Tyler called, snapping him out of his reverie.

"Yeah?" he answered and rode his blue car in the game, driving it way too recklessly, aiming for the wall.

"My mum was planning to visit her friend who lives in North Carolina. She wants me to come with her but I'm not sure yet. Would you like to meet up with me, man? No one from the group has seen your face."

Jonathan almost dropped his controller when he heard Tyler's question. Shit, he thought, and made up many excuses in his head but the ideas were too shitty so he tried to think of another excuse to say. Before he could answer, Evan spoke.

"Yeah, Delirious. Meet up with Tyler. Then take some pictures and upload them. We want to see your face haha!"

Everyone joined in and supported what Evan has said. Now he was in trouble. He couldn't tell them the truth. That would mean he has to meet Evan instead of Tyler. And that would surely be the death of him. Evan and him meeting? No fucking way.

"U-Uhm...I really want to, but I can't," he softly said and kind of stopped playing. He left his masked character idle in the car, alone, while the others were busy planting bombs everywhere and messing around.

"Why not, man?" Craig asked who had his character running towards his car and had it explode. Laughter erupted again but he couldn't do the same. He was very worried. Should he lie about living in Canada?

"Because we're really busy... like me and my mum and dad?" he did his best to sound convincing. But Tyler didn't buy it.

"Explains why you're playing with us right now, you jackass."

He coughed a little and scratched his nose. How was he going to excuse himself out of this shit? He thought of another idea but Lui interrupted the conversation with his natural voice.

"It's alright, Delirious. We understand that you do not want to show your face to us. It could be about privacy and stuff. So you may stop making excuses now hahaha!"

Tyler laughed as well. "Or maybe it's just because he's ugly?"

This time, he had himself laugh together with his friends. Not because the statement was true, but because he was finally free and he wasn't nervous anymore and he felt so lucky to have his friends who understand him and not get mad at him for being a massive pussy, and for being who they are.

"I'm pretty sure Delirious has a beautiful face. Am I right, Jonathan?" Evan said after the fun. And Jonathan almost fainted.

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Jonathan isn't ugly. And neither does have have that perfectly-looking face like what Evan has. He just looks normal. A normal white male. Not that ugly, not that handsome. He couldn't even describe his face. But he got told a lot that he was attractive. His laughter was his best asset, some said, but others chose his personality. He's definitely out-going, a happy-go-lucky person, a fellow that has a kind heart, and everything nice. The only thing that was worried about was his extreme selfishness on things that he owns. He had always wanted to be selfish when it comes to Evan but sadly, the man wasn't his and never will be his. Evan's straight as a fucking ruler and there was no way in hell he'd be interested in a guy. A guy like him.

"This is stupid. Fucking stupid," he hissed as he carefully placed a huge ass shampoo bottle into the cart. He was at a shopping mall and in his right hand was a long list of things to buy his mum had scribbled earlier at home. He hated himself for thinking too much about Evan and Evan and Evan and the probability of meeting the man. He harshly pushed the cart towards the meat section because he was pissed off like that. Before he could even reach the single deck meat case, a man just had to pass by in front of him so he ended up bumping the cart against the other one.

"Shit," Jonathan barked and pulled his cart right away, making his own way to the stupid stranger. "Are you blind? Didn't you see that I was walking towards this area?!"

The man was taller than him by two inches. He was huge, too, and he couldn't properly see his face because the other one was busy patting his knees.

"Look, I'm sorry alright? I was in a rush," the man apologized and finally turned his head to face him.

Jonathan's eyes widened instantly when he saw that face. Those eyes, that pointy nose, and thin lips. Those features that belong to no other than Vanossgaming the god himself. Evan, the perfect Evan. It was him all along! His eyes widened some more when Evan squinted his eyes just to stare at him. The butterflies were on their duty again, making his heart beat fast, then faster, until he found it hard to breathe. He snapped and turned around to take a hold on his cart and ran away. He got worried, very worried that Evan might have thought it was him because of his voice. God, he talked too much when he could have just let it go. The fucking possibility of meeting each other had ended because it became a reality. Who knew?