Don't Disappear

Chapter 11 (DEH)

Trigger Warning: Mention of violence, homophobia, and suicide... Stay safe Teddy-Bears.

Connor POV-
We hopped in my light blue convertible.

"So want to go see a movie or something??" I asked. "I've heard that "Mary Poppins Returns" is out," he replied blushing. I smiled, "That's perfect," I stated.

We drove towards downtown. The sky looked bright, without a cloud in the sky. We walked in, I grabbed his hand. He blushed. I walked up to the screen to order tickets. I picked two seats that were towards the back, it printed out the tickets. We walked over to the ticket person, his name tag read "Charles'". "Oooh, I've heard that "Mary Poppins Returns" was amazing!!" he practically shouted like a 5 year old. Evan looked frightened by the sudden outburst.

We walked over to the candy bar. A shorter man with a name tag that read "James" on it walked over. "How may I help you?" he asked unenthusiastically. "Umm, two Red Mountain Dews and a Jumbo size popcorn," I said almost laughing at Evan's face when I said Jumbo. He looked like a kid in a candy store. The man handed us our drinks and popcorn.

"NEXT!!" he yelled behind us.

We walked over to put some butter on the popcorn. I looked over at the clock and at our tickets.

"Come on our movie starts in 5 minutes," I almost shouted, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the theater.

We walked in, I almost tripped due to the fact it was dark inside, but we didn't miss anything.

-Time Skip brought to you by cliché Disney shows-

We walked out of the theater. I was running around like a bird trying to take off in flight. People started to stare at us. A seventeen year old running around a theater like a flightless bird not weird at all. I like being normal.

I looked outside, it was raining. I sat down on a bench near the glass windows. Evan sat down next to me look out the windows like he was a 5 year old. He's so adorable.

"So," I started. "You like trees??" I asked awkwardly referring to his Instagram account that was full of pictures of trees. Most of them were drawings with others were pictures. He also draws a tiny cute tree after the "n" in his name.

"Umm, y-yeah," he stated awkwardly, blushing.

"Hey, you don't need to be awkward about it, I think you're a really good drawer," I said, putting my arm around his shoulders, which made him blush harder. But he put his head on my shoulder.

After a while, we realized the rain wasn't going to stop anytime soon. We stepped outside under the the over tops.

"Don't ask any questions about anything until we get back to the car," I stated taking off my sweatshirt throwing it over his tiny body. My arms were exposed with all my scars and my all rainbow shirt that says "I'm too gay, move" , don't judge. He obeyed throwing my hood on grabbing my hand and running back to my car.

We hopped in.

"Connor," he looked like he was about to cry, but at the same time looked so innocent. "
Shh," I replied, hugging him. He cried in my chest.
"I'm sorry," I stated trying not to cry.
"C-Connor, w-why?" He asked sniffling.
"I don't know," I replied lying. "Connor," he said.
"Yes?" I replied.
"I love you," he stated.

The whole world seemed as if it had stopped. The crash of the rain on the car. The water dripping from our clothes and hair. The tears in our eyes. Everything.

I kissed him.

We broke apart after a while gasping.

"Same to you," I said smiling at him.

And then out of nowhere, as on cue, gunshots went off. Ruining the mood. Ruining the everything.

Evan-
I heard gunshots. Reminding me of bad memories. Of when I was younger.

~ I was about 7 years old, when my dad decided to take me hunting with his buddies. He said I'd gotten so good at shooting the BB gun, that he wanted me to shoot something real. We went out there in his friends blue pick up truck. His friend's name was Henry, Henry Laurens. After they had a few too many beers they started shooting targets. And since it was my first time I got to shoot an animal first. I was excited. I remember him telling me what to do.
"Ellen, aim higher," he slurred out.
My friend John who was 11 years old, looked worried, as if warning me of what it does to you. Shooting an innocent creature.
I aimed perfectly. A headshot. It was a female deer. She fell down. Going limp. I cried. My father kept telling me I did great. I realized who my dad really was that day. I couldn't stop crying.
Finally my dad drove us back home. Still, obviously drunk.
"MOM!!" I shouted running to her crying.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" she asked concerned.
"She shot a female deer, a head shot, first try," my dad slurred out almost sounding like gibberish.
"Honey, we've talked about this, I told you that was the way she acted, and you lied to me, got drunk, and made her shoot an animal, something she didn't want to do. Get out of my house," she yelled at him, scaring me.
The next day the moving van came. He was gone, really gone.
"Is there another moving van coming tomorrow, to take mommy away?" I asked.
"No, your mom isn't going anywhere, your mom is staying right here," she cried holding me close to her.
The next day I told her I wanted to be a boy. She didn't get mad, she took me to therapy, to help me get it, they got me a binder. And we're working on the surgery.~

"Evan?? Are you ok, you're crying," said Connor.
"Y-yeah," I stuttered out.

And suddenly an ambulance pulled up, I ran out of the car following it.

They pulled a stretcher out.

In the alley laid a kid around our age.

I cried.

I knew who it was.

Author's Note-
Ok number 1, James is James Reynolds, not Madison. Number 2 I hope you cried reading this, because it means as an author I'm doing my job. But as your friend, I'm sorry Teddy-Bears. I almost cried writing this. I now realize that the only reason why I warned about mentions of homophobia is because Henry Laurens was in it. So who was the person who got shot? Are they okay? Are they going to live? Who shot them? Wait till the next part. Have a good day/night, until the future Teddy-Bears, I'm out.
-Han

(1134 words) ;)