(Don't) Remember Us - An H2OVanoss Story

Chapter 6: "Misfired"

i'm sorry this chapter comes out really, really bad
maybe because i was lazy so i'm really sorry o n o

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Word count: 2555 words

Two years were a very long time for someone to leave any kind of their internet-related account idle. Or so Evan thought.

After he borrowed Jonathan’s towel and clothes, he finally had his ass back on a seat (except that it wasn’t his usual gaming seat), and was sitting in front of an actual glowing monitor he didn’t think he would ever come back to after whatever incidents pouring continuously on him, colors of the screen splashed onto his face with life and radiated enough brightness for his eyes to adjust. The weight of the mouse in his right hand felt foreign yet familiar, and the moving cursor on the screen agitated him tremendously as if it were his first time playing as real as a computer when in reality, he was too excited about what he was going to show to Jonathan, but at the same time, he was very nervous.

It was still foreign though, since it was Jonathan’s computer and he was borrowing it from him for a while. But it already made him miss his days when he was still active on his gaming stuff and his YouTube.

“Jonathan?,” he called out after coming down from the euphoria of holding a mouse again, eyes glued to the screen and his fingers were ready on the keyboard to type, “what’s the password?”

“Password?,” Jonathan replied from his closet, voice echoed from the distance. There was a short ‘oof!’ and a thud – perhaps, he was having a trouble with his jeans, but Evan couldn’t just break into his closet and help him with his jeans, could he? – before he exclaimed, “damn, I forgot that it’s a very embarrassing one. Promise me you won’t laugh at it!”

“What’s with–”

“Just promise me!”

Evan raised his intrigued eyebrows and turned his head to look at the closet’s closed doors. Now, that was interesting. “Okay, cross my heart and I hope to die,” he drawled out, careful with his own words, “now, you tell me, Jonathan.”

There was a loud sigh before the answer came, “evanissexyashell.”

Catching it perfectly into his ears, Evan held back his laughter and decided to tease Jonathan. “What is it again, Jonathan? I can’t hear you,” he said with false confusion mixed into his voice, his left hand’s middle finger already hovering over the word ‘e’ to start typing right away.

“You heard me!”

“No, I didn’t.”

Another loud sigh.

“evanissexyashell.”

“evanis…?”

“sexyashell goddamn it! No spaces, no numbers, and no capital letters!”

“I didn’t hear a ‘goddamn it’ earlier. Is that a part of the password or not?”

“Of course not, you idiot!”

Evan snickered, typing in the ‘evanissexyashell’ into the impatient blinking cursor in front of his eyes. Jonathan was really cute when he was angry, and he was too oblivious to how entertaining it was when Evan made him angry. His fingers were too eager he had to bear with typos four times in a row before he finally got the password typed right. Perhaps this news would excite the Jonathan from two years ago, and he hoped that this Jonathan hadn’t changed even the slightest bit.

His eyes automatically settled themselves onto the bright wallpaper; a picture of him and Jonathan he took in an amusement park three years ago – Evan spotted the date on the upper-left corner typed in with a very cheesy font, together with a sentence of “Second Anniversary!” – with one of his arms slung over Jonathan’s shoulders and he was trying his best to take a photo of them using his other arm stretched high above them while he was holding his phone there, and some unamused people at the background because the couple were blocking the park’s entrance. The photo blurred a little, but he didn’t know why Jonathan still picked that one as the best photo from some other one-hundred-and-one photos they took together in that amusement park.