I'm Not Insane... (VanossGaming + H2ODelirious Fanfic)

I'm Sorry, Johnathan

Vanoss

"One more, please." I said putting down my empty bottle.

Chris frowned at me. "It's getting kind of late Evan." He said handing me another beer. I was at a bar.

"I know. It's my last one." I said.

"Alright, I'll remember that." He said. Fuck. I guess I need to go home anyway. Delirious might be worried. I looked up at a clock on a wall. Oh, fuck it's 10pm already? What time did I get here? 12 noon? Oh god.

"Chris, is this clock right?" I asked.

"No, my boss sets it to that to make people go home early." He smiled and I laughed. "It's just 3pm." He said looking at his watch. That's still kind of late.

"Your right, I should get home." I said, handing him back the unopened beer.

"Be careful." He said to me as I exited the bar. Chris is a good guy. He's been working at this small bar for forever. We should really hang out more. I drove home carefully.

"Delirious?" I called, I hope he wasn't worrying about me. I searched downstairs and he wasn't anywhere. I went upstairs to his room. All his stuff was gone. Was he supposed to leave today? No, no. He was supposed to leave tomorrow.

I went back downstairs and opened my phone. It was on the conversation me and Nanners had about that bet. 'YOU FUCKER VANOSS'

Oh my god. That stupid fucking bet. It's not like that.

I texted Delirious. 'DELIRIOUS ITS NOT FUCKING LIKE THAT'

'IM SORRY IT WAS A STUPID BET. I DIDNT KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING'

'PLEASE ANSWER ME!'

'Please I'm sorry.'

I felt tears in my eyes. I've never felt this way before. That kiss. Everything. This is such a stupid mess. Stupid drama.

'Im sorry. Just please. Tell me your ok?' I texted.

I put down my phone. He acted like he liked me. He tried to kiss me in the pool. And this morning. I wouldn't let him. It didn't feel right with that bet. What if he's just as confused as me right now? What if he has always liked me? What have I done?

Fucking SeaNanners. No, I can't blame this on Adam. It's my fucking fault.

My phone buzzed and I looked at it immediately. 'Im fine. You can tell Nanners that I kissed you. You can get that $100 you so badly fucking wanted.' I'm so sorry Delirious. I'm such a huge fucking jerk.

'Im so sorry, it wasn't like that' I replied knowing it was no use. My god, fuck my life.

Everything I did this weekend: the blanket lie, the pool, the kiss. I told myself it was all for the bet, but I'm not sure. I'm not sure at all. I've never felt so weird about someone and now he hates me.

That kiss was something. I meant it. It wasn't so he would kiss me back. It wasn't for the stupid $100. I just. I just don't know what to do. I don't know if I'm gay or just- I don't know. I felt tears across my cheeks.

I heard a knock at the door. I wiped my cheeks. Delirious? I ran to the door and flung it open.

It was an old guy. "Hi, can I come in? Please?" He said looking at me.

"Sure." I said. This is weird, I never get random visitors.

"My name is Ethan."

"Hi, I'm Evan." I said shaking his hand. Then we both sat down on the couch and he looked around and smiled.

"What can I do for you?" I asked him, finally. I was not really in the mood to talk to anyone. I wanted to go cry in a corner.

"I understand you and your friend Jonathan had a fight?" I was not prepared for that. Tears came in my eyes. I just nodded and looked down.

How did he know this? What is he trying to do?

"I completely understand how you feel." He paused. "I had the exact same reaction. The point is: it doesn't matter what you consider yourself, because love is love and you love Jonathan right?"

I do. I do love him. I nodded and smiled.

"Your going to be alright. I know you feel like you fucked up everything in the world, but you didn't. Everything is going to get better."

He leaned in and hugged me. "Thank you." I whispered hugging him and finally feeling a tiny bit better.

"How do I fix it?" I asked looking him in the eye.

"You give him time. He loves you too Evan. He always has."

"He's leaving tomorrow. He's going back to the United States. He hates me."

"He's not going back on a plane tomorrow. You'll see." He started to leave.

"Wait. How do you know all of this?"

He stopped for a while and finally said "I've been a taxi driver for 5 years now and one thing I learned is you learn a lot about someone in ten minutes. Me and Jonathan spent two hours together. He reminds me of a friend." I saw tears in his eyes.

"Thank you." Really, thank you. I don't know what would have happened without you.

"No, thank you." Ethan said and walked to his taxi.

I laid down on my couch and turned on my phone. I watched a really old video of me and Delirious play gta 5.

Why didn't I see it all sooner? I'm so sorry Jonathan.

I still don't know what the fuck to do.