Chapter 7: Home sweet home

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Hey my shooting stars!! Sorry for the s l o w updates. I've just been real busy and don't have time to write. I'll be writing chapters in class, though so hopefully I can get these out faster. I feel really bad for not writing for an entire month!

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Evan's POV:

I woke up to a warm hand rubbing my hair. I open my eyes to see Jonathan looking at me and smiling. "Good morning, sleepy-head..." He said in a tired, raspy voice. "Morning De-Jon..." I replied back. I straightened out my back. Then I realized we're still in the hospital. I felt tears threatening my eyes. 

"Why?" I choked out. He looked at me and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer. "I-I'm sorry..." was all he managed to say. "I just... I just don't understand why..." "I hated myself for being so rude and actin' like a complete bitch to you..." he said softly. I hugged him tightly. 

That's when a nurse came in. "Mr. Fong, Mr. Dennis. It seems like Jonathan will be able to go home today!" She said in a fake, cheery voice. I looked at Jon and smiled. He smiled back and got up and grabbed his clothes. I left so he can change.

When he came out, let me just say, I almost got a nose bleed. He cam out wearing a blue hoodie, black pants, no, black, RIPPED SKINNY JEANS, blue Converse, and a grey t-shirt. I felt my face heat up a little. "Ready to go?" he asked me. "Y-yeah..." I said, grabbed my luggage, and checked out. 

I started up a conversation on the car ride home. "So, um, where do you live?" "Oh, you know, a regular two story house with an in-ground pool and huge backyard. "Damn..." "Yeah... Youtube has treated me right." He chuckled and I joined in.

He eventually pulled into a huge two story house, like he had said, and parked it. He grabbed his keys and unlocked the door, but didn't open it. "Are-are you okay with big dogs?" He asked. "Yeah, yeah I'm cool." He opened the door and was immediately tackled by a light brown pitbull. "Hey Sammy! I'm home!" He said. Then the dog's attention turned on my and I was confronted. I crouched down and stuck my hand out, but was licked in the face instead.

"Home sweet home..." I heard Jon whisper.

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