H2OVanoss & Bitches

Little Guy Hoo (H2OVanoss)

It was mid-winter in North Carolina. Jonathan didn't really know why he was walking through the park but he was just feeling. Melancholy. A little down for no real reason and he felt the need to take a walk, and to look at the light's that adorned the lamps and fencing all around.  

He let out a deep sigh as he sat down heavily on a snow covered bench, his breath visible as he huffed just to watch it dissipate in the air. He sat there for a few minutes in silence and that's when he heard it. The small desperate, pitiful cry of an animal.

He shot up from his spot, looking around quickly and was about to dismiss it and go home when he heard it again. It was weak and almost out of earshot, but Jonathan heard it. Taking a few steps towards the fence that separated the trees and himself. 

He heard it again, and then he saw it. A small lump in the snow, shaking violently as it let out another pitiful coo. An owl. A freezing owl that was buried in the snow. Jonathan furrowed his brows, vaulting over the bracket and walking to the animal. He gasped.

The owl had been plucked of its feathers. Left to die in the cold by some heartless poacher. Jonathan seethed, looking down at the shaking animal with clenched teeth and watering eyes. He picked it up, wincing as it panicked-ly nipped at his fingers with its sharp beak. "Hey guy," he said quietly, tears dotting its already freezing skin. He quickly wrapped it in his coat and ran home.

Bursting through the door he ran around frantically, grabbing a few heating pads from the linen closet at the top of the stairs and a few sunflower seeds. He sat down in the chair carefully, tears streaking his cheeks as he looked down at the small animal. It was so small, too small. And that's when Jonathan noticed. It was a baby. Probably no more than a month or two old and Jonathan broke down, grabbing his phone and dialing a number as he cried over the animal in his hands. 

"Hang in there guy, okay?"

Evan was sleeping peacefully when his phone rang. He groaned, feeling around aimlessly until he grabbed the vibrating device from the nightstand next to his bed and mindlessly clicked the answer button.

"Evan." Jonathan's broken, grainy voice sighed from the other end making Evan's eyes widen and his mind now shocked awake. "Oh, Evan..." Jonathan cried, "I don't know what to do. It's so cold and he won't stop shaking and he has no feathers- some heartless fucker left him out there in the freezing cold and, I just..." Jonathan stopped with a shaking breath.

Evan was shocked, he could still hear Jonathan crying on the other line. "Jon... Hey, what's going on?" he was confused, Jonathan doesn't just call him at three in the morning about being cold. "I... I found an owl, Ev... Some jackass fucking left him out there to die after they poached his feathers- God, Evan, it's bad. It's so bad- he won't stop shaking and he's so small Evan... He's so damn small..." Jonathan's soft sobs and hiccups filled his ear. 

It pulled at Evan's heart strings to hear his friend so wrecked over this. "Wh-are-are you home? Are you getting him warm?" he asked and Jonathan didn't answer but Evan knew he was nodding. "I-I gave him some medicine, and he ate a few sunflower seeds but he's not looking good... Please, Ev- I don't know what to do, I know you don't either but... I don't know." 

Evan's brows were furrowed in worry. His eyes were burning, threatening to brim with tears and he let them. "Uh... p-put me on speaker, okay." He heard Jonathan mumble in agreement and heard the click as he was put on speaker and then the small weak cry of the innocent animal and Evan gasped. "Okay... okay," he sighed. And began to hum, it was a soft melancholy tune not nearly as good as his sister or mother but he was trying his damnedest. 

He hummed, and he kept doing so even when the warm tears streaked down his cheeks. He didn't stop until his throat hurt and Jonathan's own sobs and whimpers had died down to small sniffles and sighs. "Hey bud... did you like that...? Good, I'm sorry... who knows? If I'd've gotten there sooner, maybe I could've saved ya... I'm sorry buddy."

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It was again the same morning that he was interrupted from his sleep with another phone call. "It's alive!" Jonathan cheered from the other end. "He's alive! Oh god he fucken lives!" Jonathan shouted and sighed. "I was about to bury his little fake-dead ass when the little shit bit the fuck outta my finger and scared the shit outta me, but he lives! Does this mean I get a letter to Hogwarts soon!?"

Evan bought a plane ticket that same day.

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Hello again! I was thinking about doing a few one-shots based around Paramore's new album "After Laughter". What do you guys think?