Burning Out - Tree Bros

Chapter 11

Will they kiss? Will they not? Find out? Please?

I got to stay home the rest of the week to recover but while I was laying in bed in pain, all I could think about was Evan.

God, I really messed up didn't I?

I was in bed, watching the office when I heard a knock at the front door. I, of course, ignored it because my mom is home and she could get it herself.

But soon after I heard my mom yell for me.

I groaned and sat up, only to be hit with a pain in my sides.

"What is it, woman? Can't you see I'm trying to- Evan." I look at the door and see Evan, holding a plate of cookies with a black eye and bruises going down from his neck.

He refused to make eye contact with me.

Of course he did.

"I-I uh I brought c-cookies for a um g-get well soon gift." He stammered and handed my mom the plate, shuffling out of the door way as soon as he could.

My mom was not having it.

"Oh, Connor! Is this your friend? Hi, honey, I'm Cynthia, Connor's mom. Are you staying for lunch? Ooh maybe we can set up a sleepover and-"

"Mom, I'm sure he's-" I started.

Evan looked up with a smile, at my mom, of course. Not at me. "Actually, Mrs. Murphy. I'd love to stay if you'd allow me." He didn't stutter. He didn't fucking stutter.

My mom nodded and ordered me to bring Evan upstairs. This is not good, not good at all.

We made it to my room and I quickly shut the door. "Listen, If you're here to yell at me, just do it I don't care any-"

"I actually came to to um.. T-to apologize.." He sat at the edge of my bed, picking at his nails.

An old anxious habit of his has always been picking at his nails. It's either been that or twirling a loose string on his shirt or the zipper of mine or his hoodies.

"What? Apologize?" For what? For being a good friend? What is there to apologize for?" My volume started to get loader and loader, more disgust for myself as it did.

He flinch at my volume, closing his eyes shut as if I'd hit him. I'd never hit him. I couldn't.

I wouldn't.

"I-I um.. I-"

God fuck this. "Well? Spit it out Evan? Id love to what why you're sorry even though you didn't do shit and I'm the fucking monster who fucks everything up. So what do you have to apologize for? What, Evan?" I took a few steps closer to him, my piercing eyes deepening their glare on him like he's my prey.

"God, I'm sorry for being your soulmate. I'm sorry for not being a good enough of a friend. I'm sorry for even thinking we were friends. I'm sorry even coming here. I'm sorry for bothering you all this time when you probably didn't even want me around. I'm sorry for- for.." He stood up, his eyes glued to the ground with tears running from them.

My eyes soften after hearing all that. "Evan, Evan-shit, no no no, Evan I-Im sorry I shouldn't have-fuck." I reached my arms out to him and he flinched ever so slightly which broke me.

I'd never hurt him.

Would I?

"I'm sorry for ever thinking you liked hanging out with me. I'm sorry for thinking about you 24/7, I'm sorry for putting trust in you when you probably didn't care, I-Im sorry for.. F-for making you think I left you." His words became more like sobs and sounded almost like pleads.

Pleads. For what?

Me?

"Evan, please, look at me. I love every damn second I spent with you and when I'm not with you, I can't get you and your stupid giggle out of my mind." We chuckle and he falls slowly in my arms. "Nothing is your fault. I know you feel bad for shit but remember that none of this is your fault. Everything that has happened was me being stupid. Hell, I was certain I didn't have a soulmate until Kleinman decided to me a dick and all that shit."

He smiles up at me, "I don't think you stupid."

"Pfft, have you seen the shit I turn in? I'm pretty sure I've written 2+2=5 before. I wouldn't be surprised." I snort and he does his stupid fucking giggle.

"That's not what I mean. S-sure, you can be dumb sometimes in class but you can piece thing together that I would've never thought of, you have a wonderful vocabulary which you got from all those books you've read, not to mention how quickly you can pick up on stuff like my figits and tweaks."

"Oh, vocabulary like shit, bitch, fuck, d-"

"Connor, no."

"Connor, yes."

He laughs and pushes me lightly, making me laugh with him. I sit on my bed and open my arms, practically begging him to let me hold him like he was the last breath a have.

He looked at me with a puzzled look but finally realized what I want. He came over and sat on my lap, with his legs around my waist. "Is this ok? I-ill move if you want. Nevermindthisisstupidimsorryi-"

I wrapped my arms around my waist, sorta like a hug except he was a bit higher than me. "You're fine."

He nodded, biting his lip and picking at his nails.

I furrow my eyes at his, grabbing his hands with one hand and putting a finger on his lips with the other. "You're figitting again."

His face turns red and mumbled a small apology. But I didn't move my hands.

His lips were soft underneath my finger tips. Unlike mine, which were chapped but u didn't care.

His eyes were shining brighter than my future. Which is saying a lot if he's my soul mate.

Neither of us knew what was happening around us, all we cared about was each other and what was about to happen.

I quickly let go of his hands and pull him closer to me, connecting our lips like it was the last thing I'd ever touch.

His hands traveled up to my hair, entangling his fingers in my hair like he was weaving.

"Connor?!"

Shit.

Why did that take me two days to write?