Best Friends Turn To Love (H2OVanoss)

The Relief

Evan POV- September 12th

I woke up with a start, the sun shining through the windows and my heart going 100 miles per second. I sat straight up and grabbed the velvety blankets, gripping them tightly. The same dream has been happening for about 4 days in a row now. In that short span of time, my interactions with Jon have greatly decreased. A side effect of that would be my interaction with the world has also been limited. I've hardly eaten, only when I feel that I'm on the verge of starvation. Not healthy at all, I know that, but just the thought of meeting with him sends me into a downward spiral. 

My stomach grumbles on cue, saying "HEY! FEED ME IDIOT" as if it was angry. After some mental arguing, mainly me being a winey bitch, I inch out of bed and listen carefully behind my door for any signs of movement.

Jonathan POV

I was just sitting on my stool next to the wonky island, slowly sipping my coffee and checking my phone. I was a depresso expresso, and that means countless nights when I lie awake and wait until Evan will talk to me. I've tried knocking on his door, waiting in the kitchen, and even texting him. Still no response. Evans' schedule is hard to figure out. I'm not even sure he's eating right. That sends a pit of guilt and worry into my stomach. 

I hear sounds of shuffling behind me, causing me to look over my shoulder. Nothing was there, but there wasn't much else it could be. I turn my attention back to Instagram, seeing Luke's latest post. I swear he posts a lot. There was even more shuffling behind me a few seconds later. I put down my phone and took another slow sip of my coffee, pretending not to hear it. More shuffling happened, and as soon as I put down my coffee I whipped my head around and saw Evan trying to crawl all stealthy-like around the wonky island.

Evan froze with a look of "oh shit" plastered on his face. Not losing a second, a chance, I flew out of the stool and knocked it over, rushing to close Evan's open door, to block him from escaping. I'm pretty sure Evan saw what I was doing, but I didn't care. I didn't want to lose this, I just want to talk again, to understand. 

I was afraid to speak out then. I was still processing the fact he loved me back, without me even knowing. It was unfathomable, until I accepted it and decided to try and fix it. Maybe, just maybe, we can be together. 

If he didn't change his mind, that is.

I slammed the door shut and boarded it up with my body, stopping Evan in his tracks. My breath rugged from sprinting, I look in the face of Evan. 

Evan looks tired, bags under his eyes. His body seems to have gotten frail, and the littlest outline of his cheekbones are showing.

"Evan," I start to speak. Evan's face quickly becomes pained, and it tugs at my heartstrings. "Evan, I-"

"I don't want to hear it." Evan cuts me off. 

It catches me by surprise and shuts me up.

"Just..." Evan looks distantly into my eyes. Or at least, my mask. "Forget what I said. I take it back."

A lump formed in my throat. Take it back? Did he not love me anymore? All that came out of my throat was:

"Does that mean you'll stop avoiding me?"

"What?" Evan said, taken aback. 

"We have to meet the others in two days and I don't want to be like this. I don't want to be distant with you." I spilled out my emotions, almost all of them. 

Evan sighed. "I... guess, I'll stop avoiding you... if that's what makes you happy." 

Tears started to well up in my eyes, thankfully going unforeseen. All I could mutter, with a shaky breath and a heavy heart, was a true and powerful reply.

"Thank you Evan."