Androgyny

Seven

Vanoss

"He took half the bottle of pills, and he's totally unconscious." I panicked, speaking fast and breathing heavy. "It's going to be fine Evan. We have an ambulance on the way, just stay with him okay?"

"Okay."

"Good."

"Wait, could you please stay with me until the paramedics get here?"

"Sure thing."

"Thank you."

"So, tell me about Jonathan."

"He's... uh..." I turned to look at my pale friend, this isn't the way I wanted to see his actual face.

"Evan? You still there?"

"Yeah, just uh... thinking."

"I'm sorry, I'll change the subject."

"No it's okay." I heard the sirens getting closer and closer, then they stopped. "They're here, thank you...?"

"Nikki."

"Thank you Nikki."

The paramedics rushed into the room and grabbed Delirious. I stood up and stepped away.

The one paramedic looked at me as they pushed Delirious into the back of the ambulance. "Aren't you gonna come along?"

A little heat went over my face and my chest. This was my best friend. I let out a shaky breath and climbed into the ambulance.

"So what happened?" The third paramedic asked.

"He over dosed, attempted suicide..."

"Do you know why?"

"Because of me..."

Wildcat

"How do you think the fuckboys are doing?" I asked the guys.

"Oh just wonderful." Nogla answered. We all broke out laughing.

"No, maybe a bit more than wonderful." Brock said.

"So, who's the dominant one?" Lui giggled.

"Who knows, we don't know what Delirious looks like and what he does in his "non-youtube" time." Craig said matter-of-factly.

"Would you all shut the hell up?" Marcel snapped.

"Jesus dude, who shit in your cheerios?"

"Your guys' fucking attitude, talking about Delirious and Evan like that!"

"Marcel we're joking." Nogla argued.

"Exactly!"

"Dude, are you on your fucking man period?!" I snapped.

"I thought we were gonna play GTA! Not be a bunch of fucking dickholes!" And with that Marcel logged off.

Basically

"He attempted suicide..." The message came across my phone screen, coming from Vanoss. I tried to keep my gasp quiet as the guys talked in the call.

"Oh my god, is he okay?"

"Idk. The doctors haven't talked to me yet."

"Evan..."

"What?"

"Why'd he do it?"

I waited for at least 15 minutes.

"I need to call you..." He finally messaged back.

I waited and waited for my phone to go off, nothing. I walked over to my set up and sat down on the gaming chair. I sighed and twiddled my thumbs.

My phone finally started ringing. I saw Evan's name and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Evan?! What happened, why'd he do it?"

"Marcel, I... I can't tell you the major details, I promised Delirious."

"I understand, but why? How?"

"He took a whole bottle of meds."
"Oh..."

"Yeah, and the reason is because I figured out something about him he didn't want me to know and it happened in the worst way... but-but I loved it."

"Evan are you?-"

"I think I am Marcel. I just love who he is, and what he wants to be, and I wanna stay here and just... protect him with that. But... just... damnit, everytime I'm near him, I get a warm feeling in my chest and my hands sweat, I mean it wasn't as bad as before and... Marcel... I think I-"

"Love him."

Vanoss

"Relatives of Jonathan Dennis?" Im not a relative, but I'm the closest thing he's got. I stood up and walked up to the nurse. "Here."

"Your name hun?"

"Evan Fong."

"Okay, follow me."

When the nurse opened the door... my heart, it shattered. There lay Delirious on the bed, breathing ever so slightly, his beautiful face... so, so pale, and just his body shape. It killed me to know I'd never know what it'd feel like to have it against me. I gasped and immediately erased that last thought. "He'll be fine Mr. Fong. He just needs a little lovin, that's all..."

"That's what I'm here for, and I failed..."

"Oh no, honey." I turned to the nurse as she sat a hand on my shoulder. She sadly smiled, "He's one lucky fella." She winked and walked out of the room.

The warmth filled my chest again, for fuck sakes I was just walking over to him! I moved closer and saw his high cheek bones, luckily his cheeks were still a rosy red, and his lips... EVAN STOP! I stopped myself before I closed the space between Delirious and I.

As soon as I moved away I met bright blue eyes. He slightly frowned, almost making a pouty face. "Delirious why would you do that?" I scolded him as I wrapped my arms around him.

"Evan..." He mumbled in the most sexiest, cutest, tired voice ever.

"Yeah?"

"Why'd you come back?"

"Because, like I've said at least fifty times, I care."

"Why?"

"Because! Ever since I met you... I've just been... different and I like this different. I wanna stay this different, with you..."

"Vanoss, what are you saying-?"

"If you wanna you two can start heading home." The nurse barged in, we both nodded.

The whole car ride was silent. "Delirious-"

"Just wait."

I let out a huff and pull into the driveway. I noticed Luke still wasn't home, I was gonna give him hell.

I threw the keys onto the kitchen counter and ran up stairs. I heard Delirious behind me. I reached the guest room and plopped onto the small bed. I sat near the end of the bed, Delirious taking the end closer to the nightstand.

"Can you please continue?" Delirious asked.

I crossed my arms and stood up. "That different feeling Delirious? That feeling is me falling for you." My voice cracked, "and when I saw you at the club... I- I couldn't control myself, and there was no reason for you to attempt killing yourself like that. You didn't even know what I thought about you yet!"

Delirious sighed, "I'm sorry." He softly said. He looked up at me, his blue eyes watery. "Evan?"

"Yes?"

"What did you think about me?"

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