(♡' ³') 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓿𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼('ε｀ )♡

Secrets being spilled Pt:1

TW: mentions of, trauma, weed, use of weed, drugs, use of drugs,
getting high, sensitive topics.
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Evans POV:
"Jeez, harsh."
The feeling of intense liberty when you smoke your first pack is overwhelming, you know its wrong, but you couldn't give a shit.

*Evan picks up the phone*
"Hey" A familiar voice says, trying to start a conversation.

'Awkward Silence overflows the room'

"Hey, listen I know you don't want to talk with me, you never have, but i just wanted to tell you happy birthday. its not everyday my boy turns 17."

Evan just felt like breaking down at that point.
"What a fucking pussy"
He thought to himself.

"couldn't even FUCKING reply to your own goddamn father huh??"
The voice snaps at the still silent teen

"God, If it weren't for me you wouldn't even be ALIVE. Ungrateful ass..."

Evan broke down into tears, trying to cry as quiet as he could to not make the yelling worse.
"Father, P-Please I-"
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*The phone beeped*
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Another year of waiting, WASTED.
The only thing that could help him,
was the same thing that ruined him.

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Evans real POV:
Today i invited Gregory over, doesn't seem like a big deal since y'know, he's been my best friend since the grade 5.
But this time, this time was different.

See, usually whenever Gregory comes over, We get high and talk about celebrity crushes.
But maybe, just maybe.
I could finally tell Gregory how I feel about us.
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10/3/88
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I hear a ring from the doorbell.
I hastily get up brushing off the fur from the bed.
I run to the front door as quick as I could,
"Gregory, Hey!"
"hey, Ev"
I gesture for him to come in with a grin on my face.

'Am i being too straight forward?'
'Is it that obvious?'
'I sweat at the thought'

Time skip cuz i don't wanna write them getting high 💀

Bold: Gregory
Italic: Evan

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"Wait what- So he just hung up on you? LIKE THAT?"
"Yeah- Im really not that surprised anymore, he does this every year."

Gregory shifts from his position from sitting on the edge of the bed to laying half-way on the floor with his feet in the air swaying to the music playing in the background.
(Tears for fears, head over heels)

'God, he looks perfect in everything he does'

I take another puff, trying to drown in my sorrows.
sounds corny, i know, but i feel like everything in my life is going like a 50s horror movie.

"Sooo- i never asked you this but, do you have a type?"
He says, still swaying his feet back n forth to the beat, so carelessly.

"I- well- uhm-"

"I promise I wont make fun dude, Its not a personal question, right?

I give him a quick look and stutter my heart out, well, as much as i wanted to.
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*sigh*
"here goes"

"My type.. isn't what you think its is.
im sorry, i lied."

"Woah, Dude its fine its not that big of a deal, I don't mind"

This time he looked at me more concerned,
God i hated the way he looked at me.

"N-no, you don't get it. My type..."
a tear drops from my eye.
I can't believe myself...

"My type is you, Gregory"
"I like YOU"