Don't Let Go: H2oVanoss

Don't Let Go

If you don't like bad language then don't read, but if you even know who Vanoss or Delirious are then I'm guessing you're probably fine with the profanity...

Jonathan's POV

   "No way!" Evan shouted as he jumped in front of me, causing me to run right into him. I huffed as I pushed myself off, I crossed my arms stubbornly and continued walking down the snow filled sidewalks. Maybe Evan would drop it, "Jon! You've seriously never gone ice skating before?" Ev didn't lose the annoying tone in his voice, which made me huff more. I saw my own breath escape from my mouth then vanishing into the cold Canadian air.

   I whipped myself around and snapped, "No!" I wish he would stop talking about it. I didn't really know why I haven't been ice skating before, but the thought just scares me. I can see myself lacing up the skates, slowly wobbling towards the ice, put one foot on the hard floor, then another, suddenly having both my ankles snap. I've had a broken ankle before, it's really not that bad, but having two broken feet and hearing the discusting 'pop' of my brittle bones crushing, just sounds awful. Trust me, I wanted to experience why Evan was so in love with anything that had to do with skates. I've been to a few of his hockey practices, his whole team makes it look so easy, so effortless, but I couldn't bring myself to try, no matter how bad I wanted to. I wanted to share something with Evan, other than video games.

   Evan sighed and looked down at the ground, but quickly grabbed my hands and pulled them into his chest, "Sorry man, I just-"  I smirked as he began to stutter, it was so cute and it made me want to pull him in closer and feel the heat of his soft lips against my cold, chapped ones. I restrained myself from the temptation, I was supposed to be upset with the handsom fool, "-I guess I was just surprised. You seem like someone who would like to skate." He began to pout and look at me with his famous puppey-eyes. I don't know why, but they got me everytime.

   I giggled and pulled my hands away from his, "It's alright. Tomorrow's my birthday!" I turned around happily and began to skip through the freshly laid snow, "You can make it up to me then!" My heart fluttered as I remembered all the past presents Vanoss has mailed me, from the handmade birthday cards with inappropriate drawings all over them, to the cheep hockey mask, and my personal favorite was the cardboard box that showed up on my doorstep with a Buzzlight Year toy and a Lugui plushie inside. This year was different though, this year him and I were spending my birthday together as a couple. I heard Evan mummble behind me.

   "You're going to have the best birthhday ever tomorrow." He smirked as he bent over and scooped a handful of snow and shoved it in my face. He laughed as I screamed with terror. The cold ice was slowly dripping down my neck and it instantly made my cheeks and nose flush red. Evan leaned in closer, "Awe! Lil' Del's face is so cute when he's cold!" He chuckled again as my face turned even pinker, this time not from the cold.

   "You bitch!" I shouted playfully, not caring if the whole neighborhood heard. I watched him scoop another handful in his gloved palm. I let out my well known laugh and sprinted all the way back to Evan's house. I ran up his patio and to the door. I pulled on the handle a few times, "Shit," I chuckled and turned around, immediately felling a strong impact. His hands forcefully went to my shoulders and shoved me back against the door. A loud thud echoed through the peaceful neighborhood. I tried to struggle out of his grasp but my laughing caused me to become weak. I gave up, and Evan knew exactly when I did because he insantly poured the ice down my shirt. I hissed at the burning pain, but all the cold melted away when a warm pair of lips hit mine. I quickly responded and sighed happily through my nose. This will be the best birthday ever.

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   "Evan! What the hell is wrong with you?" I shouted once I ripped my blindfold off. I found myself standing in front of an ice rink and I became furious. I told Evan that I didn't want to go ice skating, but of course he had to do something like this! I threw the orange cloth on the wet ground and began to walk back to the car. I felt a strong hand wrapped around my wrist but I pulled it away has hard as I could. Evan stood there shocked and a frown appeared on his face. I gave him no sympathy, "I told you, that I really didn't want to Evan!"