Best Friends Turn To Love (H2OVanoss)

The Pain

Evan POV

My heart stopped, dropped, and screamed in the silence as it rolled around in the bottom of my rib cage. You know when they say "silence is deafing", well this was truly it. Not a word was said and as I finished what was left of my bag, I just said one last thing. 

"I think we should hold off on the tamales for tomorrow. "

I left and went into the escape of my room, flopping onto the softest bed of my life. Which actually makes me want to cry, to curl up and cry. To pour your heart out in a few little words and to not get a response just summoned my heart to the worst pit. I would say Hell, but I don't have a heartburn. Tears started to form in my eyes as I crawl into the velvety softness. A rock forms in my stomach and another lump forms in my throat as I lay there with only the night sky as my friend. 

I should have never told him. I should've changed the topic. At least done something the fact that I told him something I didn't want to confront. It's just... I thought we had finally took a step  forward in a great way. It seemed Jonathan was warming up, that we would interact just as we do on the internet, to have that connection. I knew it was a stretch, but maybe I'd just figured to do it if Roy could clearly see through me. What's the point of hiding it? Especially since I did that cringey response. 

I buried my face into the pillow and just wished I could die. That was just so embarrassing. 

Before I knew it, I lulled to sleep with my head on the pillow. After what felt like forever weighted  on my chest, I woke up with a headache. Turning to the window, I could see the night sky was still there, only the moon was hardly luminescent from the misty sky. Head still pounding, I go up finally from my comfortable resting place and trudge outside to see if some cold water would help. It didn't really, but the pounding lessened as I took deep breaths. 

The hunger in my stomach panged and I realized how we never got to make the tamales I promised to make. Fucking great, fuck one thing up and another one gets fucked too. I sighed and dug through the cupboards to find some popcorn, to at least make my night worth something. Lord knows that I've messed up and gone to shit. I find the popcorn and open the box, taking it out of the plastic wrap and putting it in the microwave for 2 minutes and 30 seconds. After the popcorn popped itself out, I took the steaming pile of popcorn and took it with me as I went and sat down on the couch, to stare off into the distance while eating popcorn. 

It was a while, just wallowing in misery, before I heard any life stir. It was still night out, so any busy-body businessman would still be catching Z's. The floor creaked nearby and I just wanted to die. The only other person who was there is the one who I don't want to see, but me being lazy and not wanting to make noise just stayed there. By this point, the popcorn smell has wavered off and became faint, so I was just hoping he'd walk on by without noticing it. 

I stayed still for minutes on end, holding my breath until I heard "Evan?" 

I still stayed still, hopefully to trick Jon that I was alseep. My eyes stared up towards the ceiling as my breathing slowed and I waited for Jonathan's response. 

"Evan? You asleep?" I heard Jonathan creep closer. "I just... wanna talk. For a bit. But if you don't want to, then that's fine. I was just, taken aback earlier." There was a pause in his voice as he sat a few feet away from me. I still didn't move. 

"I just wanted to show you something. You mean a lot to me and I just wanna tell you face to face that..." Delirious shuffled in his seat and caused my curiousity to get the better of me, tilting my head to face the familiar mask.

My mind was expecting to take in the Jason mask, the one I've seen for the past few days. The only way I've ever sen Jonathan. 

Only this time, Jonathan's face was a black distorted mess. I forever swirling pit of despair and agony. An uneasy feeling rushes over me as I try to back away from the monster who has appeared before me. A pit formed in my stomach and my headache pounded harder against my skull. The screaming agony shortened my breath as Jonathan crept closer and closer still. 

"Evan, what's wrong?" A unfamiliar disgruntled voice beckons to me. 

My head hurts a thousand times worse. Struggling to get away from this creature, my sight becomes blurry, my eyes squinting from the over saturated heat from an unidentifiable source. Burning.

I woke with a start, my headache still pounding but the sun in my eyes making it worse. 

"God fucking dammit."

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