Pisanthraphobia (H2OVanoss and Others)

Chapter 6

  This was probably the worst time that he had been called since the whole thing had happened. They had finished lunch and returned home to watch television while cuddling on the couch, when suddenly Craig muted it.

He turned on Tyler's lap, staring at him with thoughtful but determined eyes. It captivated him, and Tyler got so lost in his gaze that he didn't realize how awkward the silence would've normally been.

"I want you."

Three words were all it took for Tyler to smash their lips together, his hands moving down to Craig's hips. It was the first time Mini had been so openly forward, and it was hot to say the least.

Soon they moved into the bedroom, closing the door to keep the dogs out as Tyler pinned him to the bed. They went at a slow pace, taking time to feel each other and set the mood. But despite their speed, there was passion; it was like a dance and they moulded together perfectly.

A symphony of pants and moans fit their choreography, Tyler's hand running across soft skin as fingers pulled at his hair. Their tongues battled as they kissed, a fire burning in their chests as the music they created got louder and louder.

And that's when Tyler realized his phone was ringing. The familiar sound of Marianas Trench could only mean one thing; Evan was having another episode. Tyler buried his face in Craig's neck and groaned loudly, reaching over blindly to take the call.

As he left the pressure of prospering because of the incident left along with the guilt. Craig understood, he was assured softly as he grabbed his keys, but watching him at the door as he pulled out of the driveway was like he was being drenched in ice.

He left the radio off as he drove, his mind and emotional turmoil being too much of a distraction. His everything had finally overcome his shyness and then something just had to interrupt them. He sighed and tapped his fingers against the wheel.

When he went to Evan's room, brain operating on autopilot, he was surprised to see Evan sitting up and staring at the wall. This was the first time he wasn't in his usual position, and it was unerring.

Tyler shut the door behind him and crept closer, noticing but not focusing on a notebook he had never seen before on the coffee table. He moved to sit next to Evan, putting an arm around his shoulders and letting himself be used as a leaning post.

It sat more stiffly that usual, a mix of regret and sexual tension weighing down on him in the blank room. They sat there for a while, silent except for the occasional shuddering gasps Evan would let past his lips.

As Tyler finally relented, he let his eyes wonder around the room that was almost as familiar as his own home. His gaze was drawn to the notebook he had faintly noticed earlier.

It was small and as pristine as the rest of the facility, the pages not even creased from being turned. He felt Evan shift, presumably noticing where his attention was as he stared as well.

The notebook felt out of place, but he felt like there was something about he should recognize; as though it had a greater purpose. Evan shifted restlessly for a few moments, but before Tyler could react concernedly he reached forward.

The shaking hands, unusually pale from the lack of sun, gripped the notebook daintily, as though it was a fragile piece of glass. He brought it to his chest, feeling its edges as Tyler looked over at him.

They still remained in their quiet bubble, no words were exchanged, but Tyler was sure Evan could feel his curiosity as he slowly passed him the notebook. Tyler started on the first page and read through, the words not making sense, broken grammar and shakily written letters.

He looked at Evan with trepidation, worrying over just how much his mental state had fallen, before fingers flipped back to the front. However, what Tyler hadn't noticed was another page in front of the one he had started on, sticking to the cover.

He glanced at Evan again before carefully peeling it back, blinking owlishly at the handwriting that was so starkly different to the other pages. He almost voiced a question, but Evan touched his jaw and he held it back.

He read the paragraph slowly, his mind exploding as his reality shifted once again. For a moment, he thought it was some sort of joke or just his mind messing with him, but Evan's eyes gave it away, a bit of that forgotten flame still flickering.

He closed the notebook and set it on the table, crushing Evan in a hug. He wanted to try and talk to him, to get some sort of explanation for this, this plan, but he couldn't.

It was a struggle to act like he normally did, knowing Evan was putting up a façade as well. He just couldn't process everything. Through pure willpower, he managed to stay for around another hour.

He pulled away and did his usual parting actions, before slowly walking to the door. Before his hand could touch the keypad, his sleeve was tugged on almost making him lost his balance.

He looked back to see Evan holding the notebook out to him, his eyes back to the way they usually were when he visited as he stared at the ground. The notebook came home with him, but so did the image of his friend's eyes.

He needed to go back to Evan's apartment, which had practically been condemned because of the incident in the restaurant, and he was going to need some help.