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

Nice to Meet You.

Brian's POV

"Is he okay?" Brock's mom asks.

"I hope so... he hasn't been telling us much anymore." I say as I walk back over to the guys.

"Who were those kids anyways?" Evan's dad asks from across the street in front of Luke's house.

"One of them was his ex's ex boyfriend, that's the one who dumped all of his mom's stuff on the ground, and the one Jon beat up is some kid that f*cks with him everyday at school." Craig explains.

"He had an ex?" His dad asks.

"Mhm. He had an eighth grade girlfriend and she cheated on Evan with the guy that I just beat up in eighth grade." Jon explains.

"So then you turned him gay and manipulated him into f*cking you?" Evan's dad asks. Our parents look at him weirdly.

"Being gay was his own decision. And I haven't done anything to him." Jon tells him.

"Anyways, but Julian which is the kid that Jon beat up, has been f*cking with Evan for years now, but it's been the worst this year." Marcel tells them.

Jon sits on the curb, "That's probably why I f*cked him up... Evan can't catch a break and he won't let me stop it..." Jon says. I go and sit next to him. Dude is crazy.

"Cops will be here in 30 minutes, I wonder when he's coming back." Brock mumbles as he lays his head on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around his waist. We look when we see Evan walking up the street with his skateboard in his hand and his hoodie off. He looks so emotionally drained.

"Dad, your friend is down the street." He mumbles which worries all of us. His dad stands up and walks up to him, making him stop.

"Does he have a gun?" His dad asks.

"I don't think so, but he had a knife."

"How do you know?"

Evan lifts up the side of his shirt, " He stabbed me. I guess it's payback for stabbing him."

"K. I'll take care of it. Don't be so dumb next time." His dad pushes him out of the way and walks down the street to find the guy.

"Ev, are you okay? Does the wound hurt?" Jon asks.

"Do your lungs hurt?" Evan mumbles as he walks past us and towards his house. Jon sighs.

"25 minutes Evan!" Arlan tells him as he walks away.

"Why did he ask if your lungs hurt?" Bianca asks as the kids all walk up to us.

"Don't worry about it." Brock tells her. She sighs.

"I didn't know you were capable of such violence, Jon." Marius comments.

"I didn't really want you to know." Jon tells them. He takes out his phone and looks at it for a minute.

"Let me know when it's time to go," he stands up, "I have to take care of some stuff." We all nod as he walks towards Evan's house.

"They're hiding too much..." Craig's mom mumbles. We smile a little bit.

Jon's POV

I walk into Evan's house and close the door. He told me to meet him in the bathroom. I walk upstairs and open the bathroom door, closing and locking it when I get inside. I sit on the toilet seat as Evan stands in front of the mirror shirtless as he holds a towel to his stab wound. We sit in a comfortable silence. He lets go of the towel and sits in front of me.

"Let's take a second, okay? We need to talk." He says calmly. His voice is music to my ears.

"Mmk."

He looks me directly in my eyes with a straight face, "Are. you. Okay?"

"Yeah. The only thing that worries me is you, our friends, and our families. I'm mostly concerned about you."

"Why is that?" he asks softly.

"Because you go into these... phases where you don't show any emotion for big events. Like tonight. You didn't cry, or seem even slightly upset that they threw your mom's stuff on the ground. Or how you got stabbed, and didn't show any signs of pain. It makes me nervous because I can't tell what you're thinking which makes your actions unpredictable. I can't tell if you're mad, if you're sad, if you're considering suicide or self-harm, and it concerns me. Even right now, you're not opening up about anything to me and anyone else. I just wanna know what you're thinking so I can protect you." I ramble.

He looks at the door and then back at me, "Sorry...i'm numb to it right now. It might hit me later, but at the moment I can't gather the energy to feel a specific way. I mean...yeah, I'm upset that they disrespected my mom like that, but there's nothing I can do. I keep telling myself that it is what it is. If I can't change it, then I'm not gonna beat myself up for it. Sometimes I still do, but I'm trying my best." He admits.

"So you're okay?" I ask.

"Yes. You're okay?"

"Yes." I reach down and give him a hug. When we pull apart, he lays his head on my knee.

"Jon?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you go to juvie?" He asks innocently.

"Um...I hope not."

"I hope not too." He mumbles. A few seconds of silence go by.

"If...If they tell you that you have to go... I think I'm going to tell them about all of the things that he did to me. Maybe they'll say you were defending me."

"What if they say I wasn't?" I ask.

"I doubt they'll let him get away with rape... Dad didn't."

"That's true." I agree, "So... you know how your dad raped Crystal?"

"Mhm"

"Should we make sure he doesn't try to do anything to her? I mean... I'm sure the adults will be there, but should we go just in case?"

"Probably, but wait." He leans to give me a hug.

"I need you to stay strong for me okay? I know a lot of stuff has happened tonight, and I know a lot of things will continue to happen, and I want us to still be good. Can we promise that?" He asks over my shoulder.

"I promise. We'll be okay. And even if I do have to go to juvie, I'll get through it. I love you." I tell him.

"I love you too." He says. I put him on my lap and pull him into a deep kiss. He cups my cheeks as we make out and I lean my head back. His hands find his way away from my cheeks and he guides them under my shirt. I put my hands on his waist, sliding my fingers lower. He slowly grinds against me. I feel my shirt slowly slide up before he pulls away.

"We should go." He mumbles. I sigh and pick him up, putting him over my shoulder. He giggles. I take him to his room and grab a hoodie for him and carry him downstairs, stopping at the door. I put him down and he stumbles slightly.

"Do we have to go? I'm sure they're fine." I pull him close and grab his waist, "We can always go back upstairs." I offer as he looks up at me.

"Are you asking me to have s*x with you?" He asks with a small smile. It makes my heart flutter every time.

"Maybe I am." I pull him into a kiss. My lips guide down to his neck, biting it slightly. He puts his hands on my chest, pushing me away.

"We can't do this now. They could be in danger."

"Can we finish what we started when we get back?"

He looks at me, "Yeah..." I hand him the hoodie and he puts it over his bare chest as we open the front door.