The laughing rattled in his mind as they entered the Mc. Donald's. Connor had almost doubled over on the way there. He was laughing so hard at Evan's guilt. Evan should have been offended, but he wasn't.
He loved his laugh.
It wasn't the 'evil' cackling that be had suspected Connor of having. It was genuine, soft and contagious. The kind of laughs one couldn't get tired of hearing.
That's what caught Evan by surprise. That and the fact that Connor hadn't even cracked a smile in Evan's presence since middle school.
They made their way up to the counter and Connor was the first to order... Evan didn't pay attention. Not fully. He paid attention enough to express his craving for a Mc. Chicken and that was that. He didn't even realize Connor had paid for their order until they were seated and Connor was handing him the food.
He met his eyes, noticing once more the two different colours. It was intriguing. Interesting. Unique.
"Evan... Take the fucking sandwich!" Evan clued in for just a moment, his eyes going to the food.
"Wait, Connor. Did you pay for this?"
Connor nodded his head, raising an eyebrow at Evan and giving him an unimpressed look. Evan only returning it with one of confusion. He hadn't realized they ordered anything. Let alone that it had all been paid for and was sitting right there in front of them.
"Oh- here let me pay you back then-" Evan said, reaching into his pocket to pull out a bit of money. Connor only held up his hand and dropped the sandwich he had been holding the whole time in front of him. "Don't bother. I'm the one who made you lie for me, so I owe you."
Evan looked up to Connor. The look on the taller male's face was almost unreadable. But there was something to it. Something that made Evan light up like a Christmas tree.
He gulped, taking the sandwich and thanking Connor before he took a bite. Connor, on the other hand, stared at the food he ordered himself, almost like he was wondering why he even took the food.
"I guess we'll have to fake it."
Evan swallowed. "What?"
Connor shrugged, taking his ketchup and ripping it open. Evan watched as he mixed the ketchup and Mayonnaise on his sandwich wrapper, all the while Connor explaining. "If by you supposedly being my "boyfriend" gets me out of the hospital every once and a while when I want to fake it. Why not? I mean, we have those letters-"
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