Memory (H2OVanoss)[Completed]

Chapter 22

This is an all dream chapter, regular non-bolded and non-italicized is going to be a memory, and regular italicized text is going to be a dream, meaning it is not real unlike the memory. Dreams will be in Evan's POV and memories are third person. Hope you enjoy :)

Also, I apologize for the late chapter. I have a big humanities project due. Well if I update before Friday April 7th that is, otherwise I've already turned it in.

EDIT: I aced my project! I got a 100!!! Also, sorry it's shorter. My birthday is in a few days and I couldn't figure out how to continue from where I left off.
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"Do you actually think that they're worried about you? They're adults, they have better things to worry about." Vanoss sneered as I sat up from the cold floor.

Oh great, I'm here again. "Fuck off, Vanoss. Jonathan is coming, he loves me."

Vanoss narrowed his eyes at me threateningly as soon as I mentioned Jonathan. "He loves me, not you, you unknowing bastard."

"He loves both of us, you know. We are the same person after all." I said, using a tone I know would annoy him.

"Whatever." He scoffed, turning the other way with his arms crossed over his chest. I laughed, it felt nice.

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His first date had been nice.

He had taken him to the park, because his date loved everything about nature. They held hands as he excitedly pointed things out to Evan, who smiled at his enthusiasm.

Their date had ended at a small cafe, there weren't many people around but they still sat as secluded as possible.

But from the moment their waiter had walked over, Evan knew it wasn't going to work out.

When they had finished their food, Evan paid and noticed that the waiter had slipped his date his number. Evan didn't mind, so he shoved the slip of paper across the table towards him, smiling.

"Go for it." He wasn't mad, he knew that this boy wasn't the one, so he just left, leaving the boy to give a tip.

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His next date was with a girl. He did not kiss her, much to her distaste, but Evan was determined to only kiss someone he truly liked.

The girl was blonde, pale blue eyes and a voice that could shatter glasses because holy shit it was high and shrilly. So artificial it hurt. But Evan didn't want to hurt her feelings when she asked him out, so he agreed to lunch, because it was nice and public.

She had worn a short lilac dress, it ended halfway down her thigh, her ass nearly hanging out. Evan ignored it, because she didn't want that, she wanted him to notice, because that's what guys that looked like him were supposed to like.

She had brought it up while they were eating.

"Hey, I just bought this dress, what do you think?" She twirled her hair with her pointer finger, sending a flirtatious look at Evan, who looked up from his food for a second before continuing to eat.

"That v-neck is way too low, almost at the prostitute level of cleavage showing, it could stand to be a bit longer, but the color is nice on you." She gaped at his words, her mouth wide open as though she was about to shove another bite of her half eaten salad into it.

"W-what do you mean?" She was flustered, not knowing how to answer a response like that.

"Not every guy is trying to get into your pants, personally, I could care less about getting you in bed. I want a relationship, not a one night stand, because I focus on personality rather than looks." He stated, finishing up his food as he stood up and left a few bills on the table. "It was nice meeting you. Oh and you can drop that fake ass voice too."

He left her staring after him like he had just slapped her across the face, it was hilarious.