Androgyny

Thirteen

Delirious

"Hey, don't be so upset-"

"How can I not?! He risked his life for me, and it was over the most stupid situations, my fucking dad." I scoffed and easily wiped away my tears, not wanting to smear my eyeliner.

"Jon, he did it for a reason."

"I know Luke... I know." CaRtOoNz rubbed my shoulder, lightly smiling. 

A nurse walked out, holding a clipboard, "Visitors of Evan Fong?" She asked, looking around the waiting room. Luke pushed me up, nodded towards the nurse, "Go get 'em." 

The nurse and I walked down the hallway, poor patients in every other room. "So, Evan was extremely lucky. The bullet hit him right at the edge of his right rib, which he'll only suffer from superficial laceration, which most people know as a wound where the top most, upper layer of the skin is scraped off, so he'll have that mark for a while, but we managed to get the bullet out before any more issues happened to your friend." The nurse stopped at a door, putting the clipboard to her side. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed, "Thank you so much. I don't know what I'd do without him." I let go of her and she had a huge smile across her face. "No problem, it's our job." 

I closed the door behind me to spot Vanoss, fast asleep in a white hospital bed. I pulled over a chair and sat down beside him. 

I sat for half an hour, listening to his soft snoring, and watching his wonderful chest rise and fall. 

"Delirious?" 

I shot my head up from the bed, "Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Vanoss, and I'm sorry about my dad."

"It's fine, do not apologize, I did it because I love you, and I wasn't gonna let an asshole of a dad hurt you." I easily wrapped my arm around Vanoss. "Thank you so much." 

"So where is your dad?"

"Jail, he was locked up as soon as you were taken to the hospital."

"Good, that fucking asshole. Now he'll never hurt you." 

"Yes, we're safe now." I quietly said, playing with his dark hair. 

Vanoss

"You get to leave today!" The nurse cheered. "You'll just have to be a bit careful around the house, and Jon here will help you, right?"

"Of course." His voice, sounded so safe and wonderful. 

"I'm going to go get his wheel chair, you two just sit tight." 

The nurse brought back a dark blue wheel chair, and she helped me into it. "Now, that you're signed out, you two can go your ways." We waved by and Delirious started pushing me away. "Don't go too fast you little dickhead." The wheel chair made a sudden stop, and I felt pressure on the back of the chair, and hot breath. "You think I have a little dickhead? Even though you're injured, I can fuck you as easily as I can." I swallowed the lump in my throat, and squeezed my thighs together, trying to keep my 'lil buddy down. Delirious chuckled and continued pushing. 

"Jesus Christ, home sweet home." Delirious hummed and lifted me up the the stairs to his porch." I chuckled as we pushed inside. "Ah, finally." I wheeled myself into the kitchen, grabbing the phone off the counter top. "The hell you think you're doing?" The clown asked and put his hands on his hips. "Ordering pizza, if you were shot and watched your boyfriend fight his damned father, I think you'd want food." He shook his head and laughed, "Okay." 

"So, what happen to Marcel and them?" I asked, sitting on the couch, waiting for the pizza delivery. Delirious walked out of the kitchen with a glass of iced tea, he took a swig and looked at me, "They all went home, they were safe, my dad wouldn't, or couldn't, do anything else to them." 

"That's good."

"So?"

"So what?"

"What are you gonna do?"

"Whata mean?"

"Are you going home?" 

I thought a bit about Delirious's question. "Ah, no, I wanna move in." 

I heard a spitting noise and a bunch of splattering. "WHAT? Really!? You wanna move in!?" 

"Yes! I'd love to! I'd love to live with the love of my life."

"I-I'm the love of your life?" Delirious asked, setting down his cup and walking over to me. 

"Yes. You take me into a world I've never been in before, and it's way better than the one I was in before." I smashed my lips into his soft, pink ones. He moved his hands to my neck, pushing us a little closer. 

To ruin the moment, we heard a car stopping. Delirious ran to the window and looked out. "Hmm, maybe they bought a new delivery vehicle?" He shrugged and walked to the door- SMASH! "What the hell was that?!" He asked as we heard the vehicle fade away. 

I spotted an object on the floor and wheeled myself over to it. I got out of my wheel chair and picked up the object, it was a brick. I read the note and gasped. "What is it?" Delirious asked, walking over to me. "Nothing, but a brick." I lied and turned away. "Evan, you're lying." I knew he was mad by the use of my first name. "I don't want you to see this-" He grabbed the brick out of my hands. "Jonathan, don't listen to them!" He laughed and threw the brick, making it smash onto his hard wood floor, leaving a huge gash in the wood. Delirious walked up stairs, still laughing, as I nervously looked at the broken brick, and the note that read, "Kill yourself, you dancing fag." 

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School starts tomorrow. Woop-dee-fucking-doo.