Leave Me Alone [H2OVanoss]

• 7 - Rainy

Evan P.O.V

I woke up in an unfamiliar place. The room walls were all white and undecorated, a few boxes here and there. I sat up and saw myself fully dressed, in the same clothes from yesterday. Then it all came flooding back to me, the party, the dares, the alcohol. Then me passing out in the kitchen. My head hurt so badly, I was definitely hungover. I assumed that I was at Jonathan's house, and got up to look around. I peeked out his room to see more white walls and a faint snoring sound. There were few other rooms that were probably his families. I walked out into the corridor and down the hallway to the main room. There was a living room connected to a dining room, where the snoring became louder. I looked over the sofa to see Jonathan, sound asleep. I smirked, thinking of all the mean things I could do to him. I found a pen on the dining table and began my art. Of course, lots of dicks. A few words here and there too, just for fun.

Once I finished I stood back to appreciate my work. I needed a way to wake him up too, so I poured some water into a glass. I knelt beside the sofa and whispered his name. He mumbled something, still asleep. I repeated it louder, making him shuffle around and wake up. He opened his eyes slightly, and that's when I threw the water. He moved faster than me and covered his face with his arms. "What the fuck!" He groaned, looking back up at me. I laughed, looking at his wet clothes. "And to say I helped you out last night."
"What do you mean? We're even now and that's that." I mimicked his voice, walking away to put the glass back.
"Hey you can't steal my lines." He stressed, his morning voice still evident.
"Oh yeah why not?" I giggled putting my hands on my hips.

"Don't tempt me, I did five years of kick-boxing." He boasted, getting up from the sofa.
"Well I did seven years of ice hockey!" I replied.
"Come on then let's go man!"
"What no!" I laughed, but by then he already started running towards me. He tackled me to the floor and tried to get a hold of my wrists. I kicked at his stomach, but he moved to quick. He moved left and pulled me over so my stomach was on the floor. He put my arms behind my back and held them up straight. "Alright alright!" I laughed.
"Who's your king?" He taunted, letting go of me. I moved over and rubbed my wrists. That's when I noticed a girl standing watching us.

"When I said bring someone home I didn't expect another guy." She laughed.
"What? No I was just helping him out. He passed out before he could get home." Jonathan sputtered.
"Mmhhmm, that's what they all say."
"I swear that's the truth."
"Who is she?" I asked interrupting them both.
"My sister Lilly." Jonathan sighed.

"Well uh, nice to meet you I guess." I stammered, getting up from the floor. Jonathan laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck. She laughed and made her way over to the kitchen to make a drink. She stopped and turned around to face us.
"So did you guys actually-?"
"No!" We both shouted at the same time. She laughed and continued with what she was doing.
"Dad isn't awake yet, you know how he feels about guests." She muttered.
"Yeah I know, he'll be gone by then." Jonathan replied looking down.
"Hey, we can still meet up sometime right?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Sure we can." He smiled looking up.
"I'll give you my number, then you can text me when you're free." I stated, getting some paper to write on. Lilly walked up to me after she had made her drink and laughed.
"Nice artwork by the way." He pointed to Jonathan's face. He looked confused, then rushed to a mirror. He cried sarcastically and excused himself to a bathroom. "Evan, right?" She asked turning to me with a hand out.
"Yeah." I shook her hand and she walked back into her room. Weird. Jonathan came back into the room a with a clean face laughing.
"You dick." He giggled. I passed him the paper and walked over to the door, ready to leave.
"I have to make sure that my parents know I'm okay."
"Alright. Cya I guess." He replied, sounding upset. I opened the door and checked the number before leaving. 404, got it.

I got back home and my parents were both sat on the sofa in the loving room, looking worried. "Son where were you last night? None of your friends knew where you were and I heard the police got involved with your 'house party'." He thundered, standing up at my presence. I swallowed hard and sat on the sofa opposite them.
"I'm sorry, I spent the night at one of my other friend's house. I was too exhausted to walk back here since his place was closer." I half told the truth, so it wasn't that bad.
"Next time you have to tell us where you are staying, even if you just text us. For all we know you could've been kidnapped!" He blurted.
"I'm sorry! I'll do that next time!" I promised. He sighed and sat back down.
"It's okay son, we understand." My mom spoke, putting a hand on to my dad's knee. I got up and walked into my bedroom, gripping my head from the painful headache.