I Risked It All For You | A Kleinsen Fanfic | WIP

007 -Going Viral-

TW: Self Harm Scars plz be careful!
-Evan's POV-

My house was fairly small. As expected. But one feature I really liked about it was the balcony in my room. It had a marble bench that was fairly expensive if my mom's coworker didn't give it to us.

Zoe and I were sitting on the balcony, she was sitting on the ground and I was sitting on the bench. Even though there's room for both of us she still likes the ground more. I was now just looking over her shoulder.

"Holy shit! Connor is everywhere!"

I was going to say something when Jared almost threw my door open and ran out to the balcony with his computer in his arms. "Your speech is everywhere!" And sat next to me.

He opened the computer to the Connor Project link. My stomach dropped and I felt my legs begin to shake. This morning the Connor Project only had about 56 people following it, including Heather and Veronica, who is Heather's girlfriend as I'm told, Alexander and John, and Jared Zoe and I.

"I-is that how much there is now..?"

"Sixteen thousand two-hundred and thirty nine!! Yeah!"

"I-I don't understand what happened?!"

"You did Evan!"

Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit. I was about to say something, to say that this should stop...but then I saw the comments. People...were...loving me. They wanted to hear more of what I had to say.

And it was pretty hypocritical of me. I put my had under my sleeve and ran it gently over my scars. I curled up in a ball and hugged my knees. "Are you okay Acorn?" "Hm? O-oh yeah...I'm fine."

Shut up stop saying that you're already lying enough.
Stop.
People are going to find out. And you'll be ruined.
I said shut it.
You can't succeed at anything, look at your broken arm. Look at your scars. You are a mess. How do you think you can succeed at this?!
Stop.
You aren't even doing this for Connor. You're doing this for fame and to get with Jared.
No I'm not.
You're so selfish you are only doing this to get with Jared you whᎾre.

"I SAID SHUT UP!!!" I squeaked. Zoe and Jared both turned and stared at me. "Uh...are you okay Evan?" Zoe asked looking a little concerned. I hugged myself tighter. "..um..y-yeah I'm fine. It's just a lot."

Jared scooted closer to me so Zoe could fit on the bench. (A/n CAUSE I WAS OVER ON THE BENCH) "It's going to be fine Evan. As long as you take us with you, you'll be fine. We'll be here." I smiled.

It was quiet for a few seconds before someone came stomping up the stairs and bursts into my room. It was Alana. "HI!"

Jared shrieked and fell off the bench and she came out to the balcony. "Jesus Christ! Who the hell are you?!" "Alana Beck! It's nice to meet you. Who's house is this?" (A/n it's my house now!)

I awkwardly glanced at Zoe and raised my hand. "You should lock your door more someone could break in." "Uh, like you?" "Jared get off the ground you'll get your jeans dirty." She said matter-a-factly.

"I-I'm still confused, why are you here?" Zoe asked shifting in her seat and looking every flustered. "Can I run it with you guys?" "R-run what?" "The Connor Project Zoe. God were you listening you idiot?" Jared asked still on the ground.

I glanced at Zoe and Jared. "I-I mean...sure?" "Great! What's your WiFi password?"

~Time Skip To Like...uh...6:30 pm ish..?~

-Zoe's POV-

Alana is...well...a lot. She knows like everything. And it's so...friggin hawt. She's so pretty. Oh my god I'm falling hard. Like straight out of an airplane without a parachute hard.

Whenever she talked my face would get warm and red.

She glanced at me and I quickly looked back down. Shit I was staring. She smiled. Evan and Jared were arguing about something, something about Beetlejuice being pan or gay or some shit.

"He literally kissed Adam, Evan!!"

"Y-yeah, I know but couldn't he be pan or something? I think he is Pansexual."

"Yeah but he's fucking dead!!"

"So?"

"Guys oh my lord shut up."  I groaned kicking Jared's back. "Ow..." "Asshole." "Weirdo." "Four eyes." "Barry." "Oh don't effing start that with me."

I rolled my eyes and focused back onto Alana. "So, your brother, huh..." she quietly said. I shyly nodded. "Hey...it's gonna be fine now! Evan has started the Connor Project and now you can save your brother!"

I smiled. Things were going to be fine...right?

~Another Time Skip~

Alana left and I was left sitting there, Bi as fuck. I think Jared called my name about 8 times but I couldn't exactly hear. I was sort of spacing out, looking into the void, and before I knew it the sun was down.

"Oh shit I have to go!" I said scrambling to my feet and practically shot out of the house like a bullet. I hurried to my house and tried to run up to my room where I was stopped by my mom, who was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the emails...

"Z-Zoe! Come look!" She said wiping off tears on her cheeks. I didn't have the heart to tell her I just wanted to go to my room so I reluctantly dragged my feet over to where she was sitting.

She went on to ramble about fake Connor in the emails and I just smiled and said 'oh great yeah' sarcastically through my teeth awkwardly.

"This is just...words can't describe it! My Connor had a friend! Oh my goodness!"

I went on to shuffle to my room before my mom could say anything else but failed. "Do you think Connor was qu—r?" She asked looking up at me.

I froze and felt my stomach flip around and around as dread filled it.

"What?"

"It's a simple question, Zoe."

"I know...but I don't understand."

"Just answer the question! Do you think your brother was..." she looked around as if it was a horrible curse word. "Gay..?" My mother whispered.

Annoyance shot through me like I was being impaled. "Why should it matter? It's not like you were interested in him until now." I said smoothly. My mother seemed to be taken aback by this and looked at me like a snapping turtle.

"Excuse you young lady! I know we process grief differently but you have no right to talk to me like that!" "Then don't treat the word 'gay' like it's some kind of curse to say it!" I snapped back stepping closer to her.

I have literally no idea where this confidence came from. I was defending it because...why not? She started it by asking the question. Would have been fine if she didn't use that word.

"Go to your room! Now!"

"Fine by me!" I said throwing my hands in the air and stomping up to my room. Jesus Christ.

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Word Count: 1200
I hate using slurs god they suck. Why can't all bad things in the word be replaced with...ducks? And frogs?
Yeah...ducks.