Evan's POV
Colour pencils were scattered all across the floor. The whole room was... Honestly, a mess.
Connor's laptop, which was set on his night stand, was still running.
I couldn't help but to be curious of what Connor had googled, so I peeked.
"How to make a cake that isn't burned"
I blinked. What?! Did he actually type that?!
I try to hold back from laughing.
Connor stirred. "Don't...don't eat my cupcakes," he murmurs.
This did it.
I laugh, which causes him to wake up.
"When did you get here?" He asked.
I smile. "Um, I wasn't... just now," I lied.
Connor shoots me a suspicious look as he slowly closes his laptop. "You didn't see anything, did you?"
"Nope! Not at all!" I chirped.
He looks at me warily. "Really, now?"
"Positive," I reply.
Connor nods. "Alright, so... They told me I probably will get released by next week or so, so...yeah..."
"That's awesome! When... um... what will...What's the first thing you'll do when you get back to your home?"
"I'll bake a cake," Connor grins proudly.
"Hope you don't burn it," I snicker.
Connor gasps. "So you did look at my laptop!"
I choke. "What?! How did you know?!"
"You just confirmed it, Evan," laughs Connor.
I smile sheepishly. "Whoops."
Connor pats a spot next to him on the bed. "Join me."
I blush. "Um... I... Uh..." EVAN, NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO THINK STUFF LIKE THAT!
Connor rolls his eyes. "Bro, we kissed like three times already, no need to be awkward."
I nod. "Right, I just... I'm sorry," I stammer, getting on the bed.
I snuggle underneath the blankets next to Connor as he gets his laptop and places it on the blankets, on top of our laps. We both sit up.
"So," Connor starts, "What do you want to watch?"
"I don't know," I shrug.
"Porn it is," he declares.
"CONNOR!" I screech, my cheeks flaming. "NO! We are-! You can't just...do that!"
He laughs. "I was just joking, sheesh."
I don't respond.
"If you're not going to tell me want you want to watch, I'll choose for us," he warns.
"Ok."
The next thing you know, we had been watching nail art tutorials for the past hour.
I was pretty much losing interest in the videos. "Connor, this is boring," I groan.
"Shut up, it isn't," He scoffs.
"But-"
"-Alright, fine. Trees?"
" ... Are you...so you're assuming that everything I watch has to do with trees?"
"Yep, pretty much."
"Um, I watch... I like to watch calligraphy, and um, read books?"
"Calligraphy is on paper, and paper comes from trees. You read books, and books are made out of paper, which comes from trees."
I sigh. "Fine then, you win."
"Aw, you don't have to get all mopey on me," he laughs.
I turn away from him in mock annoyance.
Connor envelops me into a hug. "Happy now?"
I nod, my cheeks reddening.
A couple minutes pass.
"Hey Connor?" I ask.
"Hmm?"
"What are we?"
"Humans, last time I checked."
I giggle. "No, seriously."
"I don't know, then."
"Oh." I turn around to face him. ASFDLHSKJHASKDA HE'S SO CLOSE ASDHASLJKKJSLD HELP ME.
"Um....Ev? Can I ask you something?"
"Sure?"
"Um... Do you... Do want to be my boyfriend?"
I stare in shock. ASGDHKASDGJSAGDHKASGKHDKJGHASG YES OMG YES PLEASE!!!!
"YES!" I exclaim.
Connor grins.
A moment of silence.
"Wow, that was so unromantic," Connor laughs.
I smile. "No, that was perfect!"
Connor rolls his eyes, smiling back. "Yeah, right."
We continue to watch a Be More Cool bootleg on YouTube until Mr. He- er, Jeremy and Michael walk in.
Connor slams the laptop shut.
"Are we interrupting something?" Michael asks.
"I don't...Nope, um, nothing at all," I say.
Jeremy raises an eyebrow. "I hope it's something school-appropriate?"
Connor and I share a glance. "Uh..." Was it school-appropriate? It did mention ....stuff with the Halloween Party, so... um....
"Don't worry, in the morning, that guy there," Michael gestures to Jeremy, "He would load up some stuff and jer-"
Jeremy clamps a hand to Michael's mouth. "Don't. You. Dare," he hisses.
Michael then does something to make Jeremy screech and pull his hand back.
"EW! That's disgusting, Michael!"
Michael laughs.
Connor leans over to me. "I think this is proof that they're actually are in college and not complete adults," he whispers.
I giggle.
"I'm going to wash my hands," Jeremy shivers.
"Aw, but why?"
"You-! You licked me!"
"But I lick your tongue all the ti-"
"-BYE!" Jeremy shouts, running inside the bathroom and slamming the door.
"Wow," Connor comments.
Michael shrugs. "Well, this is your homework for today," he says, handing Connor a few sheets of paper.
Connor sulkily takes them. "Can you pretend you lost it?"
"No, that's unfair," I groan. "I had to do it too."
"But I don't want to do it!"
"I'll help you," I add, as Jeremy comes out of the bathroom
"What's in it for me?" Connor jokes.
I playfully slap his arm. "No."
He laughs. "Fine, fine."
--time skip brought to you by the author having a half-day of school today because of Thanksgiving break--
Connor's POV
It's about 7:30pm now. Thanks to Evan, my homework was finished!
Jeremy and Michael had left half an hour ago, after catching me up on this week's lessons.
Evan had fallen asleep on my bed, and he took up all of the space, so I was now in the chair.
Funny how it's me who's the one hospitalized, but he's using the bed.
I hear a knock on the door. Now what?
I open it to find Zoe.
I narrow my eyes. "What do you want?" I snap.
"I just wanted to talk, sheesh," She retorts.
I swallow my anger. "Fine then, come in."
Zoe slowly walks into my room. "Why are there colour pencils everywhere?"
"I was bored."
"Wow... that's going to take a while to clean up."
"I know."
Silence.
"Um, I know I said a bunch of bad things last time I visited and I definitely shouldn't have said them, and I'm really sorry," she apologizes.
"Yeah, you did," I agree, "but at least you apologized."
"Yeah, I guess. By the way," she adds, "Is it ok for Alana to come over here?"
I tilt my head. "Alana? Who?"
"Alana Beck."
"Uhh...."
"My crush, idiot."
I smirk. "Do I hear a game of matchmaker?"
Zoe flushes. "Well, I don't know if she likes me too so um.."
"Connor..... you can't eat milk..." Evan grumbles, still asleep.
Both Zoe and I try not to laugh but fail miserably.
"He's dreaming about you!" she exclaims.
I blush. "Agg, stop it!"
"Oh, hi Connor, hi Zoe," Evan yawns.
"Sorry we woke you up, Ev," I apologize.
Zoe snaps her head towards me in surprise.
"It's fine," he says, rubbing his eyes.
He casually sits in my lap. AHLDFKASDLKHAKSJGFHADLJSN klJOJISEGDJSFLKFHSJD WHAT IS THIS OHMYGOSH IM DYING I THINK SDFASgjDAS
"Uh," I squeak.
Evan faces me. "What?"
"ARE YOU GUYS-?! YOU'RE DATING?!" Zoe squeals.
Evan and I blush. "Uh, yeah," he replies.
Zoe is stunned. Then she pretend to cry tears of joy. "I never thought *sniff* my brother would have someone *sniff* who loved them back *sniff* he's so grown up now *sniff*"
"Zoe, stoooop," I groan.
She giggles. "Fine."
There's another knock on the door.
"It's Alana!" Zoe hisses.
"Get the door, then!" I urge.
Zoe stands up and walks over to open the door.
"Hi Alana!" she says.
"Hi Zoe!" Alana greets back.
They walk to us and take a seat after closing the door.
"Why is Evan on your lap?" Alana questions.
"Therapeutic reasons," Evan lies smoothly.
"What reasons?"
"It's to, um, it's because he didn't use his legs for... uh... a while since he broke his ribs so now they...they're trying to test how strong his legs are."
"Oh," Alana comments, completely buying the lie.
Suddenly, the door swings open and Jared struts in. "Sup, girls!"
He takes a glance at Evan and I and promptly adds, "and gays,"
Evan blushes.
"Since we're all here, let's play a game," Zoe suggests.
"Why'd you invite Jared?!" I exclaim.
Zoe ignores me. "So what should we play?"
"Truth or dare," I shrug.
"Sounds kinky, I'm in!" Jared snickers.
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