Alcoholic (H2OVanoss Fanfiction)

Chapter 3: Advil

Evan POV:

We played for hours and nothing else really happened that angered Delirious. He was jumbling up words, more than usual. I kept wondering if he was okay. WASTED appeared across my screen as Delirious blew me into oblivion. "YOU BITCH!" I scream-laughed. "Heheheheh..." he said with that adorable little- wait WHAT?! Did I just call his voice adorable? What the fuck... "Hey fuckboys!" I heard Tyler say, "Wanna explode some shit?" "HELL YEAH!" We all cheered. We began to start throwing bombs and C4s everywhere.

Jonathan POV:

I started throwing sticky bombs everywhere and one accidentally landed on Vanoss. He blew up. "YOU LITTLE SHIT!" He said through laughs. "Hah hah! Sorry man!" Once he respawned, he sniped me. We all laughed. Then more pain shot through my head. "Augh FUCK!" I screamed. "You okay?" Vanoss asked. "Yeah... The headaches are back..." "Oh, take some advil. You'll feel better." "Okay." I got up from my set up and started walking down the hallway. I started to feel dizzy. Really dizzy. I fell and then blackness consumed me...

Evan POV:

We played some more until I realized that Delirious hasn't been back for about 30 minuets now. "Um... Guys? Where is Delirious? It's been 30 minuets." I asked. "Oh fuck! I don't know!" Tyler said. "I'm worried..." I said quietly. "I think you should call Luke (CaRtOoNz)..." Mini spoke up. I nodded. "Alright... Give me a moment." I pulled off my headphones and set them down. I got out of my chair and went to go pick my phone up. I dialed Luke's number and it rang.

Luke POV:

I heard my phone ringing. I got up from the kitchen table, where I was eating, and got my phone. EVAN FONG was the caller. I picked it up. "Suh dude." I said. "I know this is going to sound weird but..." he had a worried tone in his voice. "What? What's wrong?" I may not be his best friend but I still worry about him. Plus something must be wrong if he's calling me. He usually just calls Jonathan. 

"I don't think Jon's okay... We were playing GTA and he said he had a flaming headache. I told him to go take advil and he hasn't been back since. Do you have keys to his house?""Oh shit. Yeah I do. I go in and out whenever I please. I'll go check." "Can...can you stay on the line with me?" his voice was shaky. "Of course. He's your best friend, too." I got the keys and ran out the door, Evan still on the other line.

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Hey guys! WOO another chapter! I hope these aren't too short. This is just my first story. Plus I'm making it up as I go so. Anyway I hope you had a Happy New Year and didn't blow up your home. 

~ Poshie