I'm Hurting (H2OVanoss)/BBS (In Progress)

Trouble in Paradise

Cancel me for being a trash author. My apologies 🙏🏾

Also, are you guys having trouble remembering character names outside of the main boys? Lmk !
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Evan's POV

"You can come over, okay? Don't panic." Brock tells me through the phone. I mutter an okay and hang up, running and sniffing. I slow down once I approach our street again, taking a second to wipe my eyes and take a deep breath.

Once I get to Brock's house, I open the front door which he left unlocked for me and run upstairs. I crack open his door, seeing him make up his bed before I open the door wider, closing it behind me.

He glances up at me, observing me for a moment before giving me a sympathetic smile, "Good morning, what's going on?"

"Brock, I'm a terrible person!" I faceplant on his bed, feeling him rub my back shortly after.

"Okay, so explain what happened." He tells me. I tell him everything from beginning to end, adding every detail.

"Well, as far as the sex part, you did the right thing. You didn't let him manipulate you into doing that, but... the alcohol and cigarettes isn't good. Do you feel okay?"

"No." I mumble, my voice muffled in his blanket.

"Evan, you didn't cheat on Jon. I promise, okay?" He reassures. If I didn't, then why do I feel so guilty?

"Should I tell him what I did?"

"You mean what Casey did? If you think it's necessary, but you shouldn't go to Casey's house anymore." Brock advises, sitting next to me.

"This morning he said he was really sorry and he would never actually do something like that, and it was just because he had been kind of sad lately, so he just wanted to relieve stress. I briefly told him that I was uncomfortable and wanted to go home, and he was understanding about it and told me to go and see Jonathan. He sounds good, right?" I turn my head, looking up at Brock hopefully.

"Mmm maybe. I would wait a couple days and see what happens, because he might still be bad." Brock advises. I flip over and sit up, rubbing my head that's throbbing. I turn and hug Brock, resting my chin on his shoulder. He immediately returns the hug, squeezing tightly.

"I love you. Thank you for helping me."

"I love you too. You should go see Jon, he was worried about you." Brock says, patting my back. I pull away and look at him.

"Okay. Wanna come with me?"

"Yeah, Jon spent the night at Brian's house so I'll tag along." Brock stands up, walking over to his dresser. I lay back down on his bed as I wait for him to get ready.

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Brock unlocks Brian's front door with a spare key and locks it behind us. Brock was given a key to Brian's house due to some family conflict at Brian's place. Brian's father had a tantrum and gave Brock an extra key to his house out of anger, rather than trust. Brian's mom didn't approve, which led to further conflict and such. Brock decided to not give it back, in case of emergency. As he should, considering both of their families argue a lot from time to time.

We quietly go upstairs into Brian's room to find them both asleep still. Jonathan on the floor, and Brian on the edge of his bed, snoring.

"It's 12:30 pm, why are they still asleep?" Brock whispers as we walk in and close the door. I look over at Brian's closet and see a megaphone on the top. I make eye contact with Brock and he evilly nods. I grab the megaphone and yell as loud as I can, making them jump up.