Jared POV

Well shit. Evan's still really upset and it's Friday. One day until his birthday. He shouldn't be sad on his birthday. I'm not sure how to help, though. And I don't want to hurt him anymore than he already is. Huh.

I know I seem kinda like a dick sometimes. But I'm Evan's dick...oh wait. Not that.

I use humor to mask my real emotions. I'm that kid. I know Evan really only has me and Connor, and really, just me at this point.

I went home with him today because I was bored and it's not like he was doing anything. He vented a little bit about how confused he was. He said that he's never been good at dealing with arguments or fights or people, for that matter.

He told me about how when he was five, he started noticing that his parents would argue downstairs when he went to bed. When he was six, almost seven, his mom tried to tell him everything was okay, but he knew it wasn't. She tried her hardest, though, to make sure he was okay. Even though he was sad, she was really trying and the fandom should appreciate her more. ((Wink))

When Evan was seven, he and his mom moved out into a smaller house in a neighborhood his friend used to live in. He got excited about his dad's U-Haul truck in the driveway because he used to like trucks. Later that week, he asked his mom if a U-Haul truck would be taking her away too. That broke her, apparently.

"Wow."

He sighed. "Uh huh. Sorry, you probably didn't need my life story." He sniffed.

"No, no it's okay. You're a good story teller. So what are you gonna do about the Con-Man?"

"Who?"

"Connor."

"Oh." He looked at me awkwardly and hugged his knees. "I don't know. I just want it to be over."

"Shit, really?"

"No, like the confusion and the questioning and the not talking to each other. I want that all to be over."

"What if you talked to him? What if ya just texted him like 'hey I'm sad and confused' and see what he says."

He tossed a pillow at me. "I would never ever say that. You totally would though."

"I have. But seriously. Here. Give me your phone. I won't press send, but I'll give you inspiration."

"Wow inspiration," he mocked, handing me the phone.

I typed it all out and gave it back. He read it and smiled. "Wow I never take you seriously, but this actually sounds good. Should I actually send it?"

"Should you?"

He winced and pressed the arrow button.

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Evan POV

((jared's still at evan's house btw))

"Well I sent it."

Jared slapped my back. "Atta boy."

"Oof."

I checked my phone every six seconds, practically. Jared and I rewatched The Office while we waited for a response.

HE READ IT! Oh my Mike Faist!

He hasn't started typing yet.

Not yet.

Not yet.

"Would it be reasonable to break up with him?" I asked suddenly. I wasn't serious, of course.

"Evan, you guys have been together for three years. You've had a few days of confusing silence, but I think you'll be fine."

"You really think we'll work out this kink?"

"Haha. Kinky!"

"Jared!"

"Oh right. Well yeah. You guys are Evan and Connor. Treebros. Remember that time in the treehou-"

"DON'T SPEAK OF IT."

"Well you guys are like peanut butter and jelly. Marshmallows and the other stuff in s'mores. Charles Manson and Sharon Tate."

"Jared, what the hell?"

"Kidding! I'm kidding. My initials are JK for a reason."

"Whatever you say."