When You're Falling /treebros/

Evan in the bathroom

A/N here's where the trigger warnings play in. Self harm and gay fluff

"Evan?" Connor called out.

Jared started making his way down the hallway, and Connor followed.

It was a nice house, lots of pictures everywhere. 

Bills on the table, a 20 dollar bill laying there.

They stopped in front of a door.

The McDonalds theme song started playing. But remixed.

Jared pulled out his phone. "I gotta take this" He explained.

Connor got a glimpse of the contact.

Lush ❤🛁💣👑🍡 calling

Connor was too concerned about Evan to worry about the name of the contact.

He waved off Jared.

"Whatever."

Connor knocked on the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Evan?"

Connor heard a shuddering breath before the sobbing stopped.

"EVAN?!"

Connor started yanking at the locked door.

Pulling. Tugging.

He heard the lock break under the pressure of his pulling.

The door handle fell off.

He slammed the door open.

His jaw dropped before he got on the floor.

Evan was laying in the bathtub.

Blood.

Everywhere.

On the floor, in the tub, on Evan.

Jesus Fucking Christ.

Connor began to feel his guilt weigh at his consciousness, making him tunnel away.

No.. He had to stay.

Connor got on his knees in front of the tub.

He pulled Evan up into a sitting position.

Evan's eyes fluttered open.

"I-im sorry." 

He winced.

 The boy was in pain.

Connor had to help because he knew the pain.

Luckilly (or unfortunatley, treating cuts was his specialty.

He gently grabbed Evans wrist.

35 cuts.

Just barely missing the vein.

He got lucky.

Evan had failed again.

Evan was crying again.

Everything, again.

But something new.

Connor took off his hoodie, silently thanking a higher power that his mother insisted he washed it before school, and pressed it to the cuts to stop the bleeding.

He pulled Evan onto his lap, Evan's body paler than Connor's.

The boy was surprisingly light.

Evan's head was limply laying on Connors shoulder, head tilted back.

Connor was holding Evan's wrist wrapped in his dark  gray hoodie.

He didn't want to yell for Jared in case he scared Evan.

Evan's eyes fluttered back open and the boy got a bit of colour back in his face when he realized what position he and Connor were in.

He squeaked slightly and Connors head turned toward him.

"H-hi."

Connor giggled. 

And he surprised himself.

He didn't know he could do that.

He also noticed how very cute the smaller boy was.

All of his freckles were only visible very close.

"Hello." 

They were almost nose to nose.

Connor smirked.

He was also very flustered inside.

Evan leaned forward and swallowed hard.

Evan was still in pain, but he could ignore that for now.

He was just noticing that Connor had a bit of brown in one of his eyes.

"C-connor?"

Connor hummed and leaned forward the rest of the way.

Their lips touched. 

It was a feather light feeling.

But not a bad one.

Connor had his arm around Evan.

Evan tried to reach his right wrist up to Connors hair but yelped in pain.

The cuts.

Evan remembered and started crying.

And then Jared walks in.

A/N

Yet another chapter in one day!

I know my writing is choppy and I'm sorry.

I hope you enjoyed!

Sincerely,

Me <3