Oops! Hi! [h20vanoss]《#Wattys2016》

41 : "Oops! Hi!"

Why do I keep making cliffhangers? Hagahagahaga 😂

Anyways, (probably) starting from this chapter, there won't be any text messages but 'normal' story chapters---but because of how lazy I am, I'll try making them short and more focused to their conversations.

Annnnnnnd I'm about to make a Vanriser (Vanoss × Terroriser//Evan × Brian) horror-related fanfic, but if only they are any curious readers who wants to read it. 😢 Besides, does any one of you remember that I wanted to post a Minicat fanfic? Well, I was so exhausted that one night, I accidentally pressed the 'DELETE' button. 😅 Lol, I didn't even know what happened at that time . . .

So, should I post it or nah? But I only finished the prologue part, not the other chapters. 😔

NOTE : Jonathan is about 2 inches taller than Evan (Evan is 5'11 ft. tall, and that means, Jo is about 6'1 ft. tall) in this book

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"It's a pleasure meeting you, man."

"Yeah, it is," Jonathan smiled. "Oops! I almost forgot! My friend is probably---"

"Hi."

Jonathan looked at the raven-haired man with an eyebrow raised. "What?"

"You just said 'Oops!' . . . So I usually reply with 'Hi!'. I don't know why though, it's been a thing that I keep on doing ever since I was little," the brown-eyed man said, smiling.

"Hey!" Jonathan mumbled all of a sudden, "Or is it 'Hi'? 'Hi' or 'Hey'? 'Hey' or 'Hi'?". The blue-eyed man suddenly remembered the random (but weird) text messages he had with a stranger---and when he texted to him 'Oops!', the stranger replied with 'Hi!'. He thought that was rather strange, but he was okay with it.

"What 'hey'?"

"I said 'Oops!', then you said 'Hi!', and after that, I said 'Hey' . . . To be fucking honest, I've no fucking clue what I'm saying," Jonathan giggled, and the man beside him giggled too.

"You remind me of a friend---well, more like a crush---that I couldn't stop texting to," the man smiled. "We like to mess around, just being random. And not to mention that this, so-called Jonathan doesn't like to show himself in public."

The blue-eyed man stared for a moment at the Asian-related man. "Wait, did you just say my name?"

"What? 'Jonathan'?" The man looked at Jonathan strangely.

"Yeah!" The blue-eyed man nodded.

The brown-eyed man stared deeply into the icy blue eyes of the man, his head tilted on one side with wonder, and finally spoke out. "Jo?"

"Are you Evan? Or I'm just dreaming that you are Evan," Jonathan said nervously.

"Are you really Jonathan? The guy who texted to me non-stop?"

"And are you really Evan? The guy who I thought it was Luke's old phone number?"

They both just stared at each other, feeling that they could have a heart attack from looking at each other's faces. Jonathan was cute, for Evan to think---and Evan was adorable, for Jonathan to think. Their thoughts ran wild about each other, and the random messages that they could not stop texting---almost every night and day, just being loud, funny, random and telling each other feelings.

"What?" The man's eyes widened.

"Wait, what?" Jonathan's eyes too widened.

"Whoa, whoa, WHAT?!" They said in unison, looking at each other in the eyes, and their faces turned a bit pink.

They both were speechless for a few seconds, and just looked away while their faces turning pink with embarrassment. It was so random, and it was just a random meeting all of a sudden---but they did not expect to meet the person that kept texting to each other in real life.

"Um, this is awkward," the blur-eyed man ran a hand through his hair. "Very awkward," the man with brown eyes stated.

It was really awkward though, they never though they would see each other faces in real life. And besides, it was the first time they ever met.

"Okay, let's start this over." Jonathan reached his hand out, for the man to shake. "I'm Jonathan Denis. A crazy, psychopathic---or just delirious---guy who enjoys his life, somehow," Jonathan introduced himself with a stammer. "I'm Evan---Evan Fong. Just a Canadian who loves ice hockey," the man---named 'Evan'---said, shaking his hands with the blue-eyed man, both of them could not stop blushing.

"Um . . . Urgh, I'm actually fucking speechless," Evan said nervously. "Y---Yeah, I feel ya," Jonathan made a shy smile.

"So, what now?" They both said in unison, then looked at each other and chuckled. "You're weird," the brown-eyed man said. "And you're cute!" Jonathan smiled.

"Jo! There you are!" A familiar voice broke up their giggles---and Jonathan was rather worried when he heard his name being called. He turned around, and saw a man with a lustrous red beard came running towards him.

Uh oh, he thought.

"Who is that?" Evan questioned, watching the man running closer towards them. "You are not gonna believe me, but that is my friend Luke," Jonathan pointed out.