Androgyny

Fifteen

Vanoss

"Who the hell is doing this?" Delirious panicked, sitting back in the passenger's seat. 

"I don't fucking know Del, but we need to get the hell away."

"What are you saying?"

"I wanna take you back home."

I heard him slightly gasp as I pulled out of the parking lot. 

"Evan... are you sure I'm able to?"

"Of course you are. Why wouldn't you be able to?"

"I honestly don't know..."

"Jonathan," I grabbed his hand, "I love you, and I honestly want to be with you forever, and I want you to be safe forever, no problems are anything. And it'd be amazing just to wake up to you every day." He looked at me and smiled. Every time we passed a streetlight, you could see his eyes glassy from tears. 

"Oh Evan... th-thank you so much." He squeezed my hand as we safely drove home. 

The ride was a bit silent until Delirious spoke up again. "I wanna finally tell you something, I'm surprised you didn't ask me before but..." 

"But what? Is everything okay?"

"Yes, I just need to tell you this, since I trust you with all my heart."

"Go ahead."

"So... when we first had sex, you probably saw my tattoo."

"Yes, I just never mentioned it because I didn't know how you'd feel. But it's fucking wonderful and bad-ass."

"Well that's how my mother was, up until a few weeks after we moved."

"Huh?" I squeezed his hand. 

"The tattoo covers up some of a scar you didn't catch during our... love."

"What... what happened?"

"Well, a few weeks after we moved my mom was just in the kitchen doing her stuff, and I was in her room trying on different things, like jewelry and clothes. I was currently 22 years old, and I just found video games, just not YouTube and you guys. Anyway, I heard a bang downstairs and wondered if Mom needed some help. I went downstairs and saw the front door opened. I nervously, walked into the kitchen and saw my dad there... with a knife in his hand, the knife red from the tomatoes Mom was cutting. I screamed before he could do anything, and he turned around as I ran for him. Even though I was older since the last time he beat me... I wasn't stronger. He took a swing and cut right above my stomach, leaving blood everywhere, and my mom attacking my dad... he swung multiple times... smashing and smashing..."

"Okay Jon... I understand. But Jesus fuck... that's terrible!" I stopped the car and hugged him tightly, feeling his arms go around me. I felt him sobbing, his shoulders going up and down. I started sobbing too, listening to that terrible sound. 

"I'm... so sorry Delirious, I really wish I could've helped."

"It's okay Vanoss. There was no way, but you did help me through many other things... that's why I love you."

"Oh my god... I love you too." 

Basically 

"So.. how do you think they're doing?" I asked in the middle of a glitched up GTA session. 

"I think they're loving each other, as Delirious is getting better which I good for Evan, and Evan is taking care of Delirious, which is good for Delirious." Moo answered. 

"Ah, OTP." Nogla chuckled. 

"Ay, not to change the subject, but did anyone else see Delirious with eyeliner on?" Mini asked. 

"Yeah! I did! And he looked wonderful too!" Brian supported. 

"Yeah, I think Evan's told me about it, he say that's another reason out of the million reasons why he loves Delirious. There's actually a specific word for it." I stated. 

"What's it start with?" Tyler asked. 

"A... I think?" I questioned myself. 

"I think he also said there was a song for it."

"OH! Girls like girls?" Mini answered. 

"Nooooo." 

"Oh! Androgyny by Garbage!" Moo answered. 

"Yeah! That's it! Delirious just has both feminine and masculine features!" 

"I bet he's very beautiful in Evan's eyes." Moo fan-boyed. 

"Ah yes... very." Nogla agreed. 

"We're such good friends." I joked. 

"Yep, 10/10." Tyler agreed. 

"What about 69/10?" Nogla chuckled. 

"And yet again, Nogla crossed the fucking lines with the jokes." Tyler laughs as the rest of us join in. The only two laughs missing were the owl and the clown, to be back soon. 

Delirious 

I groggily opened my eyes, immediately shielding them from the sun. I groaned and hopped out of bed, wondering where Evan went. No wonder I was a bit cold. 

I walked down stairs and smelled amazing food. I smelled mixtures of bacon, sausage, eggs, and chocolate chipped pancakes. Or shall I say, puncakes? I chuckled and snuck my way into the kitchen, spotting Evan at the stove. "What are you doing?" I chuckled, wrapping my arms around his hips. "Well, I wanted to make you some breakfast."

"Evan... you've truly done too much, I feel spoiled."

"I need someone to spoil." I blushed and rolled my eyes, Evan setting a plate of food in front of me. He took off the silly apron he was wearing and sat down next to me. 

We chowed down, having small, silly conversations, that was until I spotted all the luggage near the door. "Evan? What is all that?" He quickly took a few more bites and looked at me with huge, round, brown eyes. He grabbed my hand and lightly squeezed. "Well... Mr. H2O, are you ready to go to Canada with me?" 

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