For Forever

Comfort

Evan was sobbing in the bathroom.

He had never, ever seen Jared scream at anyone so quickly, and he had never, ever, seen someone tell Christine she was empty headed, and he had never, ever, ever, ever, seen Christine run off sobbing.

Evan wasn't afraid, or angry.

He felt like the Jared he knew was completely gone, dead, and never coming back.

First a suicide attempt, then Christine.

What the fuck.

Evan heard the knock and noted the untied black shoes at the bottom of the stall.

"G-g-g-go a-a-a-a-a-a-a-AWAY, C-c-c-c-c-c-c--Connor!"

Connor felt a tremor run through his whole body. Connor felt like he was being stabbed with every shaky breath, every sob, every tear that came from Evan.

It HURT.

"Please, Evan."

Evan fought his instinct to open the door and fall into Connor's arms, weeping.

No. He had to be stronger.

"N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-"

"Evan."

"NO! CONNOR, L-LEAVE ME A-A-A-ALONE!"

"Evan, please..."

Evan came to a sudden realization that water was splattering on the tile outside his stall.

Connor was crying.

Evan, shaking, finally opened his door. He dove into Connor's warm, tearstained open arms. He wrapped his arms around Connor's torso, and Connor laid his hands on Evan's back, clinging onto Evan's shirt. Evan let himself sink into Connor's baggy hoodie until his cheek finally settled against Connor's chest. Connor rested his head on Evan's shoulder, whispering "It's ok, it's ok..." into Evan'e ear and kissing his neck. Evan and Connor both came quickly to the consensus that everything would be okay for forever this way.

Connor finally shifted to wipe Evan's tears away and kiss him gently. Evan kissed back, shifting his hands up to the taller boy's shoulders.

It would be okay.

Connor held his hand as the two walked out of the bathroom, sneaking through the empty halls (Class had started fifteen minutes ago) and escaped to Connor's car. The two split a heap of Zoe's brownies and headed to A La Mode (Also, FYI, Zoe wanted to skip but Alana wasn't down with that lmao). They ate ice cream and talked in the orchard until the end of the school day. They both knew that tomorrow they'd be in deep shit for this, but they honestly didn't care. They would have stayed longer, but Heidi and Cynthia cared about their sons whereabouts and would need to see them. 

It was nice, in Connor's car. It smelled like pine trees (It had taken 21 cleanings to clean the weed smell out and about a gallon of perfume and thirteen air fresheners as assistance). It was warm, but not too warm. There was always candy in the glove box (where there used to be pot). There was always Connor.

Always.