Rosekiller

Summer Of '77|Thirty-Five|Fuck Rabastan

                      Flying saucer take me away
                          Give me your daughter
                               Well it's all right

Monday, July 4th, 1977

It had been a few days since summer break had started, and Barty had yet to hear anything from Evan. They'd broken up before Ev's birthday, and weren't on great terms when the day had past, but Barty still gave him a gift.

He expected Evan to at least acknowledge the gesture, or even find the present in the trash, but no. Barty had heard nothing from his love.

It wasn't even about getting recognition for his actions, it was about Evan speaking to him. Barty missed him so much, and all of their friends would barely give him any intel on Evan (but in their defence, Evan usually kept to himself when he was home, excluding the occasional time he'd do something reckless).

Barty spent the first few days of break getting reprimanded for everything he'd done at school. Somehow, his father caught wind of all the drinking and sexual activities throughout the year.

Barty was fashioning a few new small lacerations and bruises, but he'd live (from the injuries, at least. He missed Evan so much).

He took up a habit of pickpocketing muggles for their lighters. Barty's father had found out about Barty's rendezvous into the night with his wand, and confiscated it. He now no longer had means of getting new tattoos or even simply lighting his cigarettes.

He'd been taking the lighters for his cigarettes originally, until he discovered he could use hair spray to make giant flames. He'd accidentally set some muggle woman's hair on fire, but she seemed fine after she put it out with her blouse. Her hair was just a little fried.

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Monday, July 4th, 1977

Evan was stuck in his room. His parents had decided to be lenient on him that summer for some reason, and only sealed his door shut. There was a small opening for some simple shopping, but since his bedroom had its own toilet and a (recently installed) kitchenette, they figured he'd survive.

He sat on his bed, staring across the room at the gift Barty had given him for his birthday. He loved it, but it was just a painful reminder that Barty wasn't his anymore, and they weren't even friends.

Evan figured his reasoning for not wanting to get back with Barty because of what happened was his own insecurities. But could anyone blame him? Barty was practically mauling GIRLS who looked NOTHING like him. It was almost as if Evan was just another whore on Barty's roster.

Pandora tried to assure him that none of that was true, but it was hard for him to listen to what she was saying. He just couldn't believe anything she'd said.

So the present that there. It was a stuffed bear that Barty had pierced and tattooed (drawn on) to look like himself. He'd even added the green. The bear even had a small pocket in its pants that held a small drawing of Evan.

Barty had captured every aspect of his face. The shape of his eyebrows, Evan's darker complexion, his newly done cornrows (curtesy of Dorcas), his eyes, and there was a little heart in the corner of the parchment. Evan wanted to cry and throw up and see Barty, but he couldn't.

***

Friday, July 29th, 1977

Barty saw Evan when all the Dark Lord's followers gathered, but they never really spoke directly. They gave each other looks across ways, but that's all they were. Looks.

Evan's eyes were so empty that Barty could hardly tell what he was feeling. He really hoped Evan's parents weren't being them that summer. Maybe they'd come to their senses and realized they're the problem, not Evan.

Barty also saw Regulus at the gatherings, so he stuck to his side. Evan chose to drift closer to the Lestrange brothers, specifically Rabastan.

Barty could almost feel the jealousy squeezing his heart and lungs whenever he saw Evan and Rabastan together, even though they seemed to be nothing but friends.

However, nobody was just friends with Evan. Even Regulus had a crush on Evan in their third year (a fact which Barty had learnt from James when he had taken refuge in their dorm).

He kept an eye on Ev and Rabastan, and though the latter never seemed to make a move on Evan, Barty could feel it coming. Because truly, who wouldn't shoot their shot with Evan?

The jealousy was fucking eating him alive.

***

Friday, July 29th, 1977

Evan couldn't bare seeing Barty at the meetings. It was so awkward. He'd decided to spend his time there with the Lestrange brothers, and was more keen to Rabastan. The two of them got along better, and Rodolphus was too snobby.

Evan and Rabastan had a lot in common, interest wise. They both liked the same music, had similar style, liked the same authors, and hated the same people.

Despite being distracted by Rabastan most of the time, Evan could feel Barty's eyes piercing through the sides and back of his head. He missed the guy, but it would be too awkward and humiliating to talk to him, so he chose not to.

He knew he should talk to the guy, but he couldn't help but continue to believe that Barty wasn't even attracted to him. He couldn't get the girls out of his mind. It was impossible.

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Sorry this took me two weeks to upload, and sorry it's so short. I've been super busy and some shit went down in my life which wrecked me for a few days. I'll upload another chapter soon!

This is not proofread at all.

The song at the beginning is Planet Queen by T.Rex!