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Love

~ Third-Person POV ~

Evan drove the truck up to the little light blue farm house that belonged to Tyler. Craig, Lui, Mark and you had explored the whole house and have came to the conclusion that it's the size of a postage stamp. Sharing this house with these dorks is going to be pretty hard, but you'll manage.

"Can I get some help with Marcel?" Tyler hollered from the back of the truck. You rushed over quickly to assist him, and saw Marcel had passed out or something.

"What happened?" You asked with a worried tone.

"He's ok," Tyler responded.

"What do you mean? He's out cold," you glanced over to him, annoyed.

"Don't worry. He was in a lot of pain, so Evan said to put him to sleep," Tyler reassured. You nodded your head in response. Makes sense to you now, but why did they put him in the way back of the truck?

Tyler climbed onto the back of the truck to pick up Marcel by the arm, while you grabbed his legs. While you began to slowly back up, you accidentally bumped into someone.

"Sorry," you said without turning to see who you collided with.

"Here, I can get him," Evan said from behind you. He came around and grabbed Marcel from your hands, and helped Tyler carry him in.

You followed them as they entered the house with Marcel being towed in their arms. They slowly shifted so they could turn right into the living room. Lightly, they placed him on the couch. Evan looked up and around once Marcel was settled, and glanced at Tyler and gave him a look that said he was unsure of their current living space.

"Tyler, this place is small, dirty, and old. How long have you had this house and how long has it been left untouched?" He asked while walking around the living room.

"I know it's not great, but we can clean it and improve it while we're being forced to live here for the time being," he said, sharing the same look of disgust as Evan had. It worried you that even the owner of this house clearly hated it, and you wondered if this was a good idea at all. But, it wasn't like you all had much of a choice.

The others began to file in with their belongings, and had the same look of disgust that Evan and Tyler had. They all kind of moved around the house, but it was almost as if they were afraid to go any further into the small dirty house.

"We need to arrange who shares a room with who, before everyone goes off," Lui told Tyler.

"Oh yeah. Um, Evan can arrange that since he is the leader here," he said while gesturing to him. Evan turned to face them and gave them a questioning glare.

"You sure you want me to do that?" He smirked, thinking of all the mayhem he could potentially cause. Tyler nodded his head and grew a similar smile, knowing exactly what Evan was thinking. They silently planned to put people together who often argue and bicker, and after they came to a final decision, Evan looked at the guys.

"So there's three bedrooms plus the living room, so let's settle this. Delerious and Lui, you're sharing with Nogla and Cartoonz. Mini, Jack, Mark, and Marcel are sharing. Have fun, assholes!" Evan announced while trying not to laugh as they all looked at each other. They reluctantly took their things and went into the hallway to prepare for the worst few weeks of their lives.

"Don't worry guys, this only temporary until we can buy a new house or repair the old one," Evan said while snickering at their pain. He gained a round of moans in response and he couldn't help but laugh at them once more.

"Lucky Tyler gets his own room," he said while looking over at Tyler, who had a smug look on his face.

"Hey, it is my house," he chuckled as he went into the hall to go into his room at the end of the hallway. You looked at Evan, confused as to where you were going to sleep tonight. Sleeping on the couch was no option for you, and you'd refuse to even if it meant sleeping on the floor.

"Where will I be sleeping?" You asked him. He turned to face you and gave a smile, it wasn't the same mischievous smile he had earlier but a sincere and kind smile.

"You're with me."

~

You stood in the middle of the bedroom. It wasn't too small, but it was fairly small compared to your bedroom at the other house. Evan was packing his clothes into the dresser, and you couldn't help but have a flashback to the events that happened earlier. He showed you his softer and more delicate side, and you wanted to see it more often. But you wanted to know if it was out of love. You wanted to know if Evan felt the same way you feel towards him. The silence in the room was too much, so you broke it.

"Evan?"

"Yeah?" He hummed, still putting his things in the drawer.

"I want to talk to you about that kiss," you said bluntly, pushing it from your mouth. He stopped when he heard 'kiss' but didn't turn to look at you. He was afraid that you hated him, and he didn't have the strength to look at you. He knew it would rip his heart into pieces when he did.

"What about it?" He asked emotionless.

"Did you kiss me because you have feelings for me?"

"Why else would I kiss you?" He said with no emotion yet again, still not turning around.

"I just want to know if you feel the same way about me that I do about you," those words shocked him and he turned around looking into your eyes. You smiled at him weakly and he stood up and came over to you. His hands wrapped around you as he pulled you close to him, and kissed you yet again. This time, it didn't catch you off-guard.

You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his torso. He showed no signs of stopping, and neither did you. He leaned forward and you wound up falling onto the bed. He was on top of you as he continued. He finally stopped and you stared into his eyes. A deep pink blush formed on your face, and he smiled at you.

"I love you."