That time two deities got amnesia

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The next time the duo met up was, predictably, another crime. They had planned for a few weeks to stake out a convenience store and wait for closing, after having discovered the cashiers rarely emptied the cash out of the registers after closing. Today was, of course, no different. After drawling hours of staying hidden in the drop down tile ceilings they saw the lights go dark, slipping from their hiding place a few minutes later.

"Keep eyes on the windows, we can hopefully pass as closing staff to any pedestrians outside" Evan said quietly, forcing his voice higher in pitch so the cameras couldn't tell his real voice.

"Oh quit being so paranoid just use your normal voice Evan" wren shot back, as he had been making fun of Evan for his fear of voice recognition somehow happening when any audio was from cheap cameras.

Either way, Evan continued shovelling cash from the registers away. In a strike of impulsiveness, he also snatched a bag of salt and vinegar chips. The two went out a staff door in the back, which had been left propped open by duct taping a candy bar into the top of the doorway; A clever stunt wren pulled when an employee left through it. The duo got into Evan's car, which was parked down the road and wasn't very inconspicuous, as it was bought before he really got into or had a need to do crime, being painted a scratched up teal with peeling bumper stickers along the back.

"Alright, let's go" wren said, taking off his gloves and looking over at Evan.

"Yeah yeah, im on it you impatient fuck" Evan muttered, stripping off his own gloves and tossing them aside and sighing as he turned the car on.

Though Wren, as of the ten or so days, had been distancing himself from Evan nearly without realising it, as he usually did when he got attached to someone. Currently, all he wanted was to go home and pretend that he wasn't currently staring down at his lap because he knew if he looked up he would be staring right at Evan's face. He wanted to go home and pretend that Evan was just a friend who he spent a lot of time with. He wanted to go home and pretend Evan was a stranger who made a good partner in crime. He wanted to go home and imagine that somehow, some way, he never met the boy he was rapidly falling in love with.

And wasn't that a thought? Prior to meeting Evan, he had assumed he simply couldn't fall in love with people. He had tried dating all manner of women, but none ever clicked. And he checked out guys time to time, usually buff and 'manly men' types, but convinced himself he was just respecting their good looks and nothing more. But right now? Right now he was trying his best to ignore the scrawny, pale boy sat next to him.

"You alright man?" Evan's voice sounded startling wren out of his mind to realise as he was thinking his head had raised to stare at Evan.

He sputtered for a moment, before deciding to say "yeah, yeah im alright. Sorry i spaced out" as he fought the blush trying to rise to his face and mentally scorned himself for slipping up that way.

"Alright, if ya say so." Evan said, laughing lightly, as he had noticed the blush rising on his friends face. Though, he adamantly refused to acknowledge the way he was wishing he hadn't said anything and simply enjoyed the way wren was looking at him, and how he wished that he could wake up every morning with the scrawny, feral raccoon of a man he had found looking at him that way.

The rest of the drive went by in awkward silence, both boys refusing to make eye contact or do anything more than fidget, or in Evan's case, drive. They both were dreading when they had to go about splitting the cash, which included trying to make coherent sentences directed at eachother.

Evan parked his car in silence, stopping it outside wrens house, as it was closer and he, well, had an actual house and not a small apartment. "So- uh, money splitting?" He suggested, mentally slapping himself for how stupid that sounded.

"Yeah, thats a good idea" wren said in a similar, horribly awkward manner. Like two people who dont know sports convinced the other is a sports fanatic trying to appear normal in a conversation about sports.

The both walked into the house, with the money of course. They're gay not stupid, as their future counterparts would say. Wren split off to grab sodas, a normal act, but the motivation being to have an excuse for a long silent break if it got too awkward. Evan settled on a sofa in the hardwood of the living room, covered mostly by mix n match rugs.

Wren took roughly half the bills and Evan took the other, both sorting them into piles according to how big the bills were. "So, you seen Olivia recently?" Evan said stiffly.

"Nope, you?" Wren said, forcing himself to sound somewhat normal. No he wasn't freaking out about the realisation he was actually experiencing romance, He would never! (The liar)

"Nope" Evan muttered. Still pointedly ignoring the way he wished he could spend the rest of eternity right by wrens side, how he wanted nothing more than to stay here in this house with the shorter man until the day he died, how he knew even after that day he would find the other and they would fall right back in love, even if they remembered nothing of their first meeting. How, he thought dreamily, they might have met and fallen in love in all manner of ways in all manner of lifetimes before this one, and would keep doing so until they fell into one they were immortal in.

Wren was caught off guard when he woke up the next morning on the couch still, with what was unmistakably Evan snoring and holding him like a massive teddy bear. He froze, and realised they must have passed out at some point since the money wasn't fully sorted. Then, he felt his face heat up and after followed the very loud screeching of his inner voice as he realised Evan was holding him like a teddy bear.

(Ok im evil im sorry but this is ending on a cliffhanger, its like 11 pm and i got one and a half hours of sleep max for the past three days)