You've made it this far. (TreeBros)

Chapter 8: Falling for you

Evan has been finding himself staring at Connor longer then he would like to admit. He would be repulsed with himself of he had standards. His eyes almost follow the other man's movement as he trained with Michael. They had gotten back from their little trip, and Evan had become rather comfortable in Connor's presence.

Sometimes Connor would visit the farm, and not to see Alana, or even Veronica, but him.

So he sits on the roof of his home, and watches the men below swing around their guns.

There are two other men that seem to be doing the same as Connor, a few feet away, copying his moves. But Evan could care less about their existence. For some reason, his eyes trail down Connor's tone back, covered in sweat. It's strange— do to the fact that it is winter, but the man has removed his shirt, and Evan keeps trying to tear his eyes away, only to fail each time.

"Evan! Спускаемся здесь! It's time to eat!" Alana called. It finally gave Evan a chance to stop staring, while he slowly climbed down his ladder.

Today would be a relaxing day, he could tell. He took a deep breath and quickly scrambled down from the roof. Jared would probably complain about him damaging the tiling or whatever. Yet in the rush he was in, the wooden ladder creaked, as it fell backwards, causing Evan to cling to it.

Evan was always clumsy as a person, but sometimes even he amazed himself with his carelessness. As the ladder fell back, He yelled and tried to balance it, bringing his body weight forward, and luckily— it didn't fall, just slammed back into the side of the barn. That was close.

He let out a breath he held in, then stepped down.

"Fucck!" Evan yelped, completely missing the step like an idiot. So much for good luck. When he hit the ground, he groaned, laying back against the dirt that seemed harder then he'd think.

Evan's eyes opened slowly, scared he had died or something. But instead when he look up, Connor was rushing over to him.

"Woah woah! Shit are you okay?" Connor panic, looking over the boy's body, kneeling down but refraining from contact.

Evan felt a thumping of pain along his back and shoulders. His head was pounding, but he was hopeful it would go away.

"Yeah, I just need some fucking morphine"

Connor grinned slightly as if it was a joke, obviously amused.

And Evan couldn't help but flick him off, wincing at his aching spine. He looked down and felt his arm twitch painfully. And Connor leaned down to look at it. "Well at least it isn't broken"

"Get Alana" he almost ordered, and Connor rolled his eyes.

He picked up the boy, even when he protested, He almost screamed from the amount of stress and pain it put on his muscles when Connor slung him over his shoulder like some rag doll.

"Connor! That fucking hurts!" Evan spat angrily.

"Yeah and getting shot isn't pleasant as sweetheart."
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Evan took in a deep breath, laying back into the warm water. Baths were always annoying. He would have to run back and forth from the kitchen, and boil each bucket of water. But once it was finish, the sweet feeling of the warmth around him always made him feel so much better. The room was steamy, and dark. He liked the atmosphere, it's extremely relaxing.

He needed the bath, not only did his muscles and back hurt, but he had to help Alana cut open the birds, pull out their guts, and slice open their necks to let the animals bleed out. Luckily he didn't vomit, blood is something he doesn't have a stomach for.