Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 44 - Uniteresting and boring

I raised one of my eyebrow, slightly suspicious about his behavior.

"No need," I said, hissing in pain when I my stomach decided to tell him otherwise.

"I'll get you some medicine," he mumbled, walking away.

"I don't need it," I growled, cursing myself for being such a stupid fuck.

From what point my life went to complete shit? Everything was perfect. No problems, no threats from cocky Irish FBI, no connections to Tyler, no fucked up contracts. And mainly no Evan.

I looked at him, as he was walking back to me with glass of water and some pills. Suddenly I felt so thirsty just by looking at it, so I accept his offer.

"Can..." he started, after I was done with the drinking, then gulped.

"Can you tell me what happened?" He finished his sentence.

I sighed, giving him back the glass. He sit down, waiting for my answer.

What can I say? I fucked up heavily.

"None of your business. Can I have a free space? I need to call somebody."

I didn't want to be that harsh on him, but I wasn't used to this treatment. I had been by myself from my 11, living the life I wouldn't wished to anybody. Eternal hunger and thirst, coldness from the surroundings, even from people around. No friends, only people using you, people in business. That and much more will surely change the view on the current world you're living in.

"Sure. Call me if you need anything," he replied, walking away.

I recognize he was hurt from his voice, and I knew I shouldn't care about his feelings, but I little bit did. Once he was out of the living room, I turned my phone back on. I saw dozens missed calls from Tyler, text messages where he was reflecting his worries and anger. I smiled a bit, warmness filled me when I recognized he cared about me. I dialed his number.

"Oh my God, Delirious. What the fuck? You ok?"

"I need help," I stated in calm voice.

"What? What help? You hurt? Something happened? Where are you? Fucking talk to me!"

"Calm down! I'm ok now, no need to worry. I need your help though. Can you come as quickly as possible, please. I don't want to discus this over a phone."

"Sure. Be there in a few minutes." And with that I hung up.

"Evan?" I shouted, hissing in pain and cursing myself for doing this to me again.

He appeared in a few seconds, concerns written in his eyes.

"My friend is coming over, but could you stay here before he arrives?"

He seemed to be confused over my sentence, and I was as well. I was feeling warm and welcome around him.

"Tell me something about you, Evan," I nudge him, hiding my interest in expressionless voice.

"M-me? I mean... I'm not that interesting person. Besides you know everything about me. And I know I'm dying soon so there's really no point in that," he replied, sitting down on the sofa with a view on me.