Tainted Lies (Gregvan / Gregory X Evan)

"Arcades And Traffic.."(14)

Evan's POV-

I feel rather anxious as I approach Gregory's room.

It's still hard to discern how I'm feeling.. I guess 'butterflies', as Goldie called it, may be a good term. Perhaps I'm flustered?

It's been an hour or so, but I still feel odd.

I sigh as I knock on the door. I suppose there is no going back now.

Actually there could be.. Maybe I should run? I don't know if I can do this anymore actually.. Maybe I can just walk away and no one will ever notice I knocked.

I could just-

Gregory opens the door before I even get the chance to take a step back.

He smiles, "Hey Ev!"

"Hi.." I muster out. Trying to find words for what I want to say. Hell, I'm not even sure what I want to say. "Umm.. I was wondering if maybe I could.. I don't know? Spend time with you or something.."

His amber eyes light up.

"Of course! That sounds lovely, actually." He steps out of the room, shutting the door behind him. "Do you have anything in mind?"

"No, not really. I was more so thinking you knew this place better than me.."

"I do know all the best places here," He grins, grabbing my hand and leading me off somewhere.

William's POV-

I slam my fist into the horn, trying to shove myself through small places.

I hate traffic.

Maybe CC gave us some kind of bad luck curse or something. I don't think he could do that, but then again, just a few months ago I learned that I died because he led the missing kids to where I was in the first place.

It's hard to tell with him, but I won't deny it's a good tactic. Only allowing others to learn things themselves. If you don't tell them anything, their estimation could very well be wrong. Clever as it is, Evan has let a few to many things slip.

Fatal information.

So easily out in the open. That's the thing about secrets I suppose, if it stays pent up for too long, you will eventually burst and tell someone. Secrets aren't told because one needs to know them; only because they need someone to tell.

Admittedly, I don't know as much about him as I would like. A few major blow points, yes, but I think it has been proven that death wasn't precisely enough to stop us from living.

My plan has multiple outcomes to winning. I just have to keep CC from being able to counteract any move I make.

Like chess. I can see the moves I need to make to win, but I must not be too focused on my own moves and miss his.

That would be a loss. Planning too far ahead and not preparing for any interceptions.

However, I have played CC's games before. He helped create me a hell, after all. I am aware of the rules.

It may be his game, but I know how to play.

Gregory's POV-

"Have you ever been to an arcade before?" I ask, pushing the door into the game room open.

"Yes," Evan replies, as we enter the arcade. "That is not an arcade."

"What do you mean? Yes it is."

"No. It looks more.. Digital? I don't know, but arcades don't look like this." 

"Don't worry, Ev. I promise this is better than those crusty, poorly pixelated, hardly functioning arcade machines  your used to." I try reassure him, he looks skeptical and confused, and not at all reassured. 

"If you say so," 

"Stop worrying about the structure of the arcade and come on!" I tug gently at his arm. 

He reluctantly follows me, seemingly interested in literally everything. Though, half the games were passing are uninteresting. 

We roam around, me leading the way, to play various different games. 

----------------------A/N-----------------------

Spring break!!! I should be able to get a good bit of chapters out for a week. Regardless,  I'm trying to get chapters out whenever I can. 

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