H2OVanoss & Bitches

Crush (H2OVanoss)

Four years. Four damn years Evan has been pinning over Jonathan. It only took one look at the guy and Evan couldn't help but dote on him, from a distance of course. He would take the time to make sure Jonathan's safe and happy, leaving him small presents on his desk and by his locker, even beat his bullies if he had any. 

"You're pathetic," Tyler deadpanned and Evan jumped back with a shout that was drowned out by the bustling crowd of teenagers as they stood by their lockers talking while others rushed to get to class on time. He heaved out a sigh and leaned against the wall that he was just moments ago peeking around to get his daily dose of Jonathan. He isn't a stalker per say, even though he totally fucking is, Jonathan just hasn't really noticed Evan following him around like a lost puppy dog.

"I know, god, don't I fucking know it," he whined, "But I don't know what to do!" he exclaimed, taking off his cap to ruffle his hair and clamping down on his lip with a pathetic whine. If the others saw him like this, oh god... he doesn't even want to think about the endless amount of teasing. 

The only reason Tyler knows is that he had a thing for Craig, Jonathan's best friend, in sixth grade which was graciously fulfilled and lasted about three weeks before summer strolled by and he moved to a different country only to have recently shown back up four feet taller, all filled out, and with a British accent to boot.

A few hours later when the last bell finally rang had thus marked the end of his StudyHall period as well as the end of the day. He sighed as he trudged over to his locker, which was only a few feet from Jonathan's. He grumbled to himself about how miserable his day was when really he's just a love-sick puppy that has no fucking clue what the fuck to do.

He closed his locker and leaned against it getting a full view of some other students and he noticed as a note fell out of one girl's locker, she squealed and held the note close and that's when the most brilliant idea struck him.
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"Ooh! A secret admirer," Craig singsonged as the paper slowly floated to the ground. Jonathan started at it for a moment before tentatively picking it up and reading it.

Call me! (; 254-687-6779
- Ev.

He looked around for a moment with scrunched brows until his gaze found Evan Fong staring at him from around the corner of the hallway. The Asian teen smiled, giving a wink and clicking his tongue making his cheeks flare up and he turned towards Craig, slamming his locker door before dragging him away to the bathrooms.

"Was that Evan Fong?!" Craig asked incredulously and Jonathan nodded. "As is the Co-Captin of the fucking hockey team Evan Fong?" Jonathan nodded again and Craig made a few wolf whistles. "Boi! How do U do dat shit? If I was half as fuckin' lucky as you I'd tackle that hunk and give the cafeteria a damn show to remember."

Craig had certainly grown a pair since he left, brass balls was an understatement, more like platinum. Jonathan grimaced at the thought because he knows Craig would do just that with his newfound demeanor and confidence. "N-no way! Besides I think you'd break Tyler's heart," Jonathan pouted at his friend who sighed. "That was the sixth-grade dipshit. If he's still in the game he would come to me, and plus, I highly doubt he even remembers me."

Jonathan rolled his eyes. "Of course he remembers you fucknut, I remember watching Evan and Anthony build the guy from the ground up after you left. No one just forgets something like that." Craig rolled his eyes. "Exactly!" he exclaimed with a toss of his arms, "if he's interested he'll come to me." 

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When lunch time rolled around Evan took his normal spot with Tyler, Scotty, and Anthony as well as the others from his team. He carelessly shoved french fries in his mouth not paying any bit of attention to the others as he remembered earlier. The look on Jonathan's face wasn't exactly what he was aiming for but it was cute none the less.