Me, Myself & Him. (H2OVanoss)

Prologue

This story is for fictional and fun purposes only, if you are homophobic, then get your shit out of here! Nobody wants you here anyways! ALSO if you don't ship it, don't read it! It's easy, ok. If you're Evan or Jonathan (probably not though lol) then also respectfully go away, unless you want to cringe. Then feel free.

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He realized around the age of eight, that he wasn't the same as the typical person. He always saw people as equals, and no matter what you looked like, it was the inside that counted. The only problem is that he thought everyone else was the same, so he was thrown off when his parents told him "it's wrong to look at boys like that". After a few years he realized also how much they started pushing it on him saying things like "isn't she beautiful" and "she'd be a perfect spouse, don't you agree Jon?". At the age of sixteen they kicked him out, but were nice enough to pay for rent in an apartment until he had enough to pay for it full. Once he did, he never heard from them again.

He was pretty busy every day, since he had school from eight am to three pm, and then worked from four pm to ten pm, once he got home he would have an hour to eat and study, but he would have to be in bed by at least eleven thirty pm if he wanted to get up for the next morning. His weekends were calmer, since he only worked from one pm to eight pm. His life was a boring unwanted hassle and when he met "him", he never realized how good he had it before.

His name was Evan, and it was like fate had walked up to Jon and smacked him with a brick, well that would be the case if Evan wasn't straight. He was actually a timid guy, but since he was attractive, he was obviously popular and many girls chased after him, so Jon had no chance. At first he thought he wouldn't mind admiring him, his smile, and his laugh, even how his eyes lit up when he did speak, but after a while Jon would realize the burning he'd feel inside, when Evan would smile at a girl, or laugh at someone's joke. Jon wanted him to smile, and know it was because of him. He was getting selfish, and it was sickening. Every day was torture, and holding in his sassy remarks after he'd hear a girl flirting with Evan was getting harder and harder. He wanted to tell them off, but then he'd realize that they were actually closer to Evan, and were actually more valuable to him, and if Jon ever told him how he felt, him, a strange quiet guy, well he wouldn't even want to imagine what Evan would say or do.