His Lies, His Truths, Their War (H2OVanoss) [Completed]

Chapter 6

Chapter Six: Isolation

*Still one year later*

Evan opened his front door after hearing who he assumed was Tyler knocking for about five minutes. I had found a comfortable spot amongst the bushes, thank god he did not live in an apartment.

"What the hell do you want?" Evan snapped immediately after he opened the door, discovering not just Tyler, but all of his friends. Again, I didn't bring any snacks to the show.

"I swear this better not be another intervention thing. I can't deal with this shit right now!" He vented as he opened the door wider, allowing his friends to come in. He closed the door and walked back to the living room, where he had been watching TV and eating takeout. It was fried chicken, although I couldn't get a good angle to see what he was watching.

Evan returned to his previous position on the burlap colored armchair as his friends sat on the couch. "So, what do you want to talk about? That's why you're here, right?" He said, lowering the volume of the television. His voice was irritated, becoming one of my new favorite sounds. I would play a record of his misery on repeat for days.

His friends glanced at one another, probably trying to decide who was going to speak first. Finally, after a few dragging moments of silence, Brock cleared his throats and stood up, looks like he was the chosen one. Good thing I got a good seat.

"Evan, we just want you to talk to us about whatever is going on. It's obvious that something has been bothering you lately and you've been taking it out on, well you know who." Brock's voice was calm and reasoning, not demanding in anyway. I could already tell he wasn't going to get an answer, a truthful one anyway, Evan had a lot going on, he didn't need his friends to be added to the list.

Evan sighed, knowing that he was going to have to have this talk eventually. "Guys, I know you're worried. And I know that you just want to help, but you just can't help me with this. I'm sorry." He admitted, racking his brain for a quick excuse as he stalled. For added effect, he shifted his gaze down, trying to seem genuine. I'll admit, if I hadn't gone stalker mode, I might believe him.

"At least let us try, Ev. Tell us what's wrong." Brock said, almost pleadingly. He might as well have gotten on his hands and knees by the tone of his voice.

Evan knew he had to think fast. What was something that could upset him, and he hadn't told his friends? He told his friends almost everything, there wasn't a lot to choose from.

Although, both him and I knew that wasn't true, there was a whole textbook about the things they didn't know.

He had two options: tell the truth or use something else that had happened. And of course, he went with the second option. Because that's what this angry, emotional, and shut off teenager did.

"It's just...well....how do I put this? Um, well a few months ago, was it? Yeah, it was. Okay I'm stalling, I know. So, my parents got divorced and  I guess it got me a little stressed out, ok? I didn't tell you because you guys know I'm weird about this sort of stuff, you know?" Evan rambled, hoping that his friends had believed him. Technically, he didn't lie, he told them what was wrong, he just didn't tell them what was really bothering him. Just to sell his lie further, he stared out a window, facing away from his friends with a glazed look in his eyes, details are key.

Oh, I remember when his parents divorced, it was partly cloudy, the weather was mid sixties to early seventies, and the lawn hadn't been mowed yet. In fact, Evan was sitting in the exact same spot.

And he was so glad for a dysfunctional family in that moment. Because it just saved him a whole lot of hurt.

"Ev.....shit I'm sorry. I didn't know. Are you ok?" Tyler asked, concern in his voice as he hugged Evan. Ah, of course, the best friend coming in with the clutch hug.

"Yeah, I'm ok. It just, got me down, you know? It was all so sudden....I never saw it coming." Evan personally thought he sounded pretty convincing, considering this was all improv. I'll admit, I was impressed.

The truth was, Evan totally saw the divorce coming, his parents held nothing back around him, which is why he had always trusted them. And he would continue to trust them even if they were no longer together. It wasn't a very bad situation, there were no secret affairs or adultery happening, they just simply fell out of love and began to bump heads a lot. They just weren't soulmates anymore, no big deal. But his friends didn't have to know that.

Besides, Evan had been going through a lot at school and the divorce was actually quite relieving, knowing he wouldn't have to stay awake at night listening to the same, constant, and not to mention repetitive, arguments his parents got into. Peace would fall over the household once again.

And maybe his friends would finally get off his back about everything. They were in eighth grade, the prime age for mood swings and causing trouble. Not to mention it was almost halfway through the year, Evan was bound to get angsty eventually.

Before he could comprehend what was happening, Evan received a group hug from his friends, who told him it was going to be ok. Evan froze, trying to relax into the hug, but he found it very difficult. You see, ever since last year he hasn't been the type of person to hug.

But of course his friends didn't know that, Evan hadn't told them, he hadn't really told them anything lately.

He hadn't told anyone anything......

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A few hours later, after his friends had left, Evan was scrolling mindlessly through his phone. He sighed, laying down on his bed, throwing his phone onto the night stand. He ran his fingers through his hair as he thought over the day.

It was halfway until winter break, and he was bored. Bored with school, bored with life, bored with everything. Everyday seemed the same, he got up, went to school, and argued with Jonathan. What could he say? He was bored with it.

He stood up, making his way to his full length mirror that was hanging from his closet door. Looking at his reflection, he sighed, running his hand through his hair. He tilted his head, thoughts racing through his head at a mile a minute.

He was thirteen, this was a prime point in his life, he's a new teenager, he should be best friends with trouble by now. Surely there was something he could do?

Although he hated cliches, maybe that's what he needed. To find a cliche that suits him and stick with it, but what could he do?

Normal teenagers dyed their hair, pierced their nose, smoked cigarettes, took drugs, and slept around with every person in the school. Well, at least a good chunk of them did. The girls caked their faces with makeup hoping to get a guy to like them, they somehow manage to get shorter shorts every year, dye the tips of their hair blonde and obsess over guys. More commonly known as 'The Slut Phase.'

So why was this so frustrating?

He tugged at his hair, turning around to his face his room, his picture frames were all turned to face down, since all of his pictures contained Jonathan. And the more Evan gazed at his room, wishing he could just disappear until everything blew over, the more he realized about what he could do.

One thing was for sure though.

Evan was not going to be the same old him in high school, because the old Evan was gone.

So new Evan is going to make his mark, and hide all of old Evan's flaws behind a wall so that way no one can touch them.

And Jonathan is going to regret ever starting this war in the first place.

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