H20Vanoss

Hello Dad (Part 1)

Evan's Pov

I lower my hands and blurt out,"no I-I" with no hesitation as Jon turns his head back towards me.

"What! Are you gonna yell at me again!?,"he cries out as if I had broken every bone in his body. He can't control the amount of tears his body is shedding, and I watch as he wipes them with his slightly bloodied sleeve.

I gulp as I continue my original statement,"Jonathan I don't want to lose you! I-I love you! Okay," I say awkwardly with my eyes closed.

Jon's Pov

What did he just say?

I don't know what to do about this, and I've never felt this way before. Is this lust? Or is it just his sympathy to my crying self. 

I watch as he looks down towards his shoes as tears dribble out of his narrow eyelids, is he really serious about what he said?

"I've lost so much...and I don't wanna lose another to myself," he looks back up at me,"I want a solution in my life not more problems." He nears towards me with a saddened face and questioning eyes. I can't help but quiver in my place as my knees weaken with his touch to my face.

This is different than last time he's touched me. It's as if he's put his heart out in his hands and asked for me to take it. It also feels as if he has given up his lust filled gestures for a more pure way of doing things.

Does he...really love me?

I lock eyes with him thinking of all these things, as he moved his hands up towards my ears and I let out a little moan. God why does he have to touch my ears! Especially at a time like this!

He seems to get my message and turns away from them and up to my face, cupping my cheeks in his hands as I think over what he had said just moments ago.

I think...I think I like him too.

And I don't really know how to tell him.

Some time passes as he stares into my so called "dirty" blue eyes which my father would refer to them. It feels awkward knowing that's what my dad would see them as, and even more that Evan was looking at them now. He seems lost as he looks into them, and I do the same in return.

His brown eyes cascade along a long plain of dark yellows until meeting a contrasting tone of white in his pupil. It's truly a sight to see, and I can't help myself and get lost in them.

He breaks our little staring time as he starts to tickle both sides of my cheeks at once out of no where, And I can't help but giggle and grab his face as well. We both share a laugh as we play with each other's faces, making silly faces and other of the sort. 

We both reach the same conclusion about each other's state in our personal lives. He also seems to have changed his way of thinking about our situation and moved on to this...

"Got you," he whispers in my ear as I laugh at uncontrollably;I form his mouth into a fish face with impeccable speed as I continue to laugh my ass off. I keep snorting as we find ourselves unable to breath from the constant laughing.

My eyes began to water tears of joy as we both go back and forth with are ticking.

I don't know what to call this. This isn't love...

...it's something better.

Evan's Pov

I keep my eyes on his little body as he moves to my touch, it's absolutely hilarious! Jon looks just like a chubby cheeked bear trying to stuff all the food he can in his mouth! And ever time I moved my hand he made an even funnier face. Like seriously why is he so adorable?

And why can't he be mine?! Like right now! I giggle out loud over my own thought.

I continue to touch his face as I hear his phone buzz, "umm Jon", I call out to him. "Ohh yeah right, give me a sec.", he replies with a sad face.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and answers while walking away from me slowly,he puts his hand on his hip as he walks away.

(J=Jon and F=Father of Jon)

J:Hello? *he says nervously*
F:Why aren't you home boy?
J:I-I was getting some... uhh tutoring done.
F:No child of mine gets tutoring, get home this instant.
J:Dad please I-I don't wanna I-
F:I don't give a shit about your gay unwanted asshole! Get home this instant with some food or else!
J:....
F:That's what I thought, now you better be home in fifteen minutes or you're getting a special... "grounding".
J:N-no.
F:Hmmm what's that!
J:I-I'll be home in fifteen, with some Chinese food, okay? *he nods to himself*
F:Good.

(Call ended)

Jon's Pov

"Who was that?", Evan called out with his hands clenched hard like before, and his muscles pulsating. I look back at him.

"I have to leave.", I respond in a shaky voice as I put my phone in my pocket and walk out the door.

Making my way a little down the path to the sidewalk of his house he grabs my wrist tight.

"Evan please I need to-", I was cut off with his hand shoving my head into his chest. "Shhh, now tell me who that was" he says to me calmly as my face reddens more and more.

I take deep breaths as I tell him the truth," it's-it's my father and- and he's not happy I need to go home".

"No-", he starts as I pull away from his grasp and head off down the street with only twelve minutes to spare.

"Jonathan I'm not letting you go alone!" I hear him yell from afar as the patting of feet could be heard behind me, I don't look back as I continue my speed walk.

He fallows me as I walk in side a building called "Tha Wok-Inn" and pull out my wallet.

I order some rice and teriyaki chicken with extra soy sauce for my dad and three egg rolls for myself, Evan continues to eye me as I head out the door with my food and a blank but scared face.

He fallows at my speed as I walk a couple blocks down towards my little house. It's classic white face draws me in while it's dark navy blue makes memories flood back. I shut my eyes tightly at the thought before I start to rush to pull my key out from underneath the rug. Evan still watches without a single word and his arms crossed as we walk inside, I show him a little hiding spot behind a small table in the living room before walking into the kitchen.

My fathers standing there with his arms crossed and his eyes glued towards his watch.

He clicks his tongue a few times while shaking his head in disapproval," three minutes late" he says as he rolls his eyes up to my scared face. He's wearing his usual navy blue suite, but it seems to be a bit crooked and his hair is ruffed up a bit.

Silence fills the room as he swipes the food from my hand and starts eating messily, he spits out a large portion and looks back at me who is standing respectively waiting for my turn.

'This crap is burnt!", he yells at me and takes a large step forward at me.

A small rustle can be heard from the living room.

"Evan", I yell/whisper out loud, and my father has seemed to have heard without a doubt.