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10 : Interlude ~ Evan

He let himself into the house, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, then headed to his room, and he flopped himself onto his comfy bed.

After all the hockey training he went through today, he had no choice but to take a rest for a while. And had to ignore his homeworks just for a today. His homeworks weren't that much, and luckily for him the lecturer was not even going to check out the works she had given to her students, because she was going to be absent for tomorrow, and he could rest all he wanted---but also at the same time, finishing his works.

Evan pulled out his iPhone, and slid the screen to check at his texts, thinking that Jonathan might had messaged him. This was the sixth time he checked, and still no answers.

Evan : Jo? Are you there?

He texted, and waited.

There was no answers, and there was only a long tense silence.

He looked at his digital clock . . . 5:33 p.m.

The black-haired man sighed deeply, and texted to the stranger again.

Evan : Jo? Where are you, man? I need someone to talk to.

And again, he waited. Still no answers. His eyes were getting a bit heavy, and within just a few seconds, he was already in a deep sleep.

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"Evan? Are you home, mate?"

Evan must had been in a really deep sleep because the moment he heard someone knocking the door many times, his head felt groggy and murky he did not even open his eyes.

He got out of bed, and shuffled across the living room, towards the door.

"Evan? Are you in there?"

"Craig?" He mumbled, hearing the familiar messed-up accent. He opened the wooden door, but with sleepy eyes, his vision was a bit blurry. "Is that you?"

"Well, yeah!" The spectacled man nodded with a smile flashed on his face. He moved closer and hugged the buffy man tightly. Well, that really startled him a bit.

"Whoa, Craig! What are you doing?" Evan asked, his voice sounded a bit shocked. "I'm hugging you, stupid! Didn't you receive my text that I'm heading over your place for a few days?" Craig said, picking up his bag and walked inside, giving Evan a pat on the back. "Text? Wait, what?" He mumbled with confusion as he closed the door.

"Hold on, don't tell me you didn't receive my text?" The green-eyed man said, putting down his bag and folded his arms over his chest. "When?" The brown-eyed man questioned, still confused. "Two days ago . . . " Craig rolled his eyes.

"Oh my God! I totally forgot about it!" Evan facepalmed with embarrassment. "Dude, I'm so sorry! I was so busy the whole week I hadn't notice anything from you!"

"Nah, it's okay," Craig nodded. "Besides, I just want to tell you this."

"What?" Evan sat on the sofa next to Craig.

The spectacled man cleared his throat, taking a huge breath and let it out calmly. "I'm actually . . . gay."

"What?" Evan raised a brow. "What the hell do you even mean?"

"I admit that I'm gay. There, I said it. And I think I already have met someone that I like," Craig stated, but then he looked down, with his face turning a bit pink. "Craig---I---uh---" Evan was speechless, he did not know what to say to his friend that is quite a traveller. As a matter fact, he travelled six countries.

All of a sudden, he heard sobs, and saw that Craig was crying.

"Um, Craig, you okay?" He asked, his hand gently putting over the crying man's shoulder. "What will my family think, Evan? And my friends? They will never except me anymore!" Craig sobbed, his eyes were red, and tears kept running down his pale face. "Oh, come on. At least you have me," Evan said as he rubbed Craig's back gently, as the man was beginning to stop crying.

"Really?" Craig looked up, his spectacles has some teardrops on the glasses. "Mhmm," the brown-eyed man nodded, and hugged Craig. "People don't become gay, lesbian, or bisex. People are just falling in love with other people," Evan stated, rubbing Craig's back while they were still hugging, "Even me. I'm starting to like this one person too."

"Wait, really? You must be kidding me," Craig said, pulling away. "Let's be honest, you just admitted that you're gay. And well, you could say that---I'm also . . . " Evan paused, and frowned.

There was an awkward silence.

"No fucking way, Evan!" Craig protested. "And don't tell me you have feelings for me but I already have feelings for another person!"

"What? No! I don't have any feelings for you! I just, kinda like this one guy---a stranger, if you may say---who texted me," the black-haired man stated. Realising after what he said, he pouted and suddenly blushed.

"Ooh, you better tell me about this one guy you met," Craig said, sitting closer to Evan. "How about you tell about your 'guy' first?" Evan asked him, as he stopped blushing. "Well, he's tall, has blue eyes---more like a bit turquoise-like blue, and he looks a bit like me, meaning that he wears glasses," the green-eyed man answered. "And do you know his name?" Evan questioned curiously. "Sadly, no. And for your information, I accidentally met him while I was on a beach, and saw him walking with his dog. And also, I have no idea where he lives," Craig replied, looking down.

"What about yours?"

"I don't know much about him. All I know he's obsessed with teddy bears and likes to keep his true identity as a secret. He never mentions on how he looks, how his voice sounds like, but I know that he laughs a lot," Evan started to smile, remembering the moments he texted together with the guy, whose name is Jonathan.

"Do you even show pictures of yourself to him?" Craig asked, getting curious. "No, I don't. You know I like to keep my life private," Evan answered, as he grabbed his phone and slid the screen. He went to his text messages, and scrolled down for 'Jonathan'. He looked at the same two messages that he texted a few hours ago, but still, Jo hadn't reply them yet. He was getting a bit worried.

He had never felt like this before. He was starting to feel less attracted to the pretty girls around him, and started to get attracted to---boys. He didn't know why though, and he knew that his parents would probably hate him if they ever found out that he's getting along with boys more than girls. And might even had a crush on them, but he would just befriend with this guy who randomly sent texts to him, and within a few texts, he became---somehow, attracted to him.

"Evan, I can see that you are smiling . . . "

Evan blinked, looking on his left, seeing Craig smirking.

"What are you looking at?!" The man growled, his eyes squinting at the younger man [Yes, Craig is younger than Evan, if you don't know]. "I'll go and get myself a drink," Craig said, and got up, walking towards the kitchen.

Evan just shook his head, and looked at his phone again. He looked at the new text message that he had just received.

Jonathan : Hey, Evan! How's your day? :)

And that text message really made him smile brightly . . .

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Awwwwwwwww........ 😄😄😄😄

Who do you think Craig (aka Mini Ladd) is in love with? ;)

And err, Craig is a traveller in this story, fyi. :)