H2OVanoss & Bitches

Smooth (H2OVanoss)

Evan can, at times, be a bit awkward when he's around large groups of people or when he's overcrowded by fans. But, when they are alone he is smooth. His words easily flow together and he's nothing like the man he would be if they were surrounded by strangers.

At first, Jonathan didn't pay any mind to his words. They made him blush and to him, that was a sign of the inevitable and he didn't where the inevitable could lead if things ever went south. Not to say Jonathan wasn't a reliable or trustworthy partner, but he slipped up quite a bit. Sometimes he would mean to joke but he would come off as cold or harsh, words like ice and it made people veer away. 

But Evan was as smooth as a Spanish guitar. His words were the strings and his lips the fingers that plucked them. Evan's voice was music to Jonathan's ears and he scolded himself for allowing his feelings to grow to this extent. So, he did what he does best. He pushed him away.

Evan was persistent when it came to him, and Jonathan could tell that keeping away from the man was going to be more of a challenge than he originally thought.

He was like, a teenager again. He'd cry into his pillow in hopes that his love would drip away with his tears, he'd dig his nails into the palms of his hands and bite his lip to keep the echo of Evan's voice out of his head. He'd try to remember the songs his father would play on his guitar when he was younger, but the sound of plucking strings always resounded into Evan's voice.

His soft but bashful complements, the knowing grin that only appeared when Evan made him blush. He fought so hard to not give in but he did. But, by then. It was too late.

Evan had found a pretty girl who swooned over his smooth words. A girl who didn't have his problems. A girl who wasn't him. And he felt relief, or, at least that's what he called it. He was helplessly lovestruck and it got to the point that Luke locked them in a room together so they could sort their shit out.

But it didn't happen. They just sat there in silence until someone opened the door to make sure they were still alive.

Then Jonathan decided to go to PAX, alone. No Luke. No Widow. Alone.

He got lost almost instantly and he was too worried about remaining faceless to ask for help, so he panicked and that's when Evan showed up. His smooth words and firm hands soothed his buzzing nerves and racing mind. "I love you." it slipped out without meaning, barely a whisper amoung the crowd of people that surrounded them, but it echoed in Jonathan's head like the sharp cord in a horror movie.

Evan seemed to have not heard it, but Jonathan knew he did.

It's was when they got to the hotel room when he saw her. She was nice, didn't question who he was and was silently sworn to secrecy that she took in stride with everything else. But, it was when she held a small hand to his warm forehead that he felt the cool metal band on her finger. A ring, it could have been any type of ring for anything but he could tell just by looking at it that it was that kind of ring.

He knew Evan had heard him back in the crowd. He just didn't say anything, probably hoping he heard wrong, but he didn't. Jonathan blatantly let his feelings slip out in an anxiety and panic clouded daze.

Smooth, Jonathan. 

Real. 

Fucking. 

Smooth.