(A.N IM BACK BITCHESSSS)

Evan POV

I was sitting down on the couch with Jon. We were both texting the couch, our feet against each other's feet. The sound of clicking each time we would text.

Kitty: what yall fuckers doing

Lui: YOUR MOM

Me and Jon snickered at that horrible overused joke.

Moo: do you guys wanna like go shopping like white bitches

Mini:yass

Arnold: not me im gonna just chill

Nogla: same

Kitty: how's life with Evan going Jon

Jon: great its nice

"Thanks bitch." I said, making Jon look up from his phone.

Evan: yea i like living here better than the alternative...

I started to think of happy times here, i smiled at the thought of when Jon kissed me but it was just an mistake.

The man's POV

D20 was on the computer looking trying to find matches for the man i described.

After a while i saw that he had stopped and turned around to look at me.

"Is this him?"

I looked at him closely reading his info.

"Evan fong?" I read out loud.

"Is he the man that tried to kill you?"

"Not exactly he was the one that was talking to the guy before and after he tried to kill me, he might be his friend."

I tapped my fingers on the desk.

"I have a whole file on him from his friends to his whole family" D20 informed me.

"He only has a dad left in his family, but lots of friends." D20 told me.

"Why don't we just pick one of his friends away shall we?"

Evan POV

I continued to text for a very long time with the guys.

Evan: Jon get your stinky ass feet off of my stomach

Jon: no

Jon shifted his feet closer to my body almost in my face. I quickly brushed his feet away with my hand, i heard him snort

'He can be so cute sometimes.'

Kill yourself fag.

'Can you just accept that i love this man, he saved my life and you give two shits.'

I snaped back into reality and continued to text with the guys.

Kitty: Guys lets play the label game.

Lui: sure

Brock: yea why not

Jon: OHH i have one, the one that would suck the presidents toes for 20 bucks.

Evan: brian

Brock: mini

Kitty: marcel

Mini: nogla

Lui: marcel

Nogla: marcel, FOCK U MINI

kitty: marcel?

Lui: he might still be thinking

Jon: MARCEL JUST SAY A NAME

Marcel has sent a photo.

I heard Jon scream, so did i. Tears started to stream down my face as i turned away from the photo.

Jon started to cry too, but only sniffles. I heared him move move to me, he held me in his arms as i cried.

The mans POV

I was looking through all of the profiles of the friends of Evan Fong. I found a profile of one of his friends.

Marcel (insert last name because i forgot)

I quickly hacked into the computer finding out everything about his life, even when he lives.

123 main street.

That is a very hard adress to memorize.

I wanted to make that man suffer for almost killing me, i don't care if it even starts a war.

He needs to suffer.

~¤time skip¤~

I was in the car driving, with speedy in the drivers seat.

I had a gun in my pocket ready to kill.

I pulled up to a house a few houses away from his house.

I quickly jumped out of the car stomping over to the house. I stopped near the front of the house, i went around the corner to the back of the house.

I busted open the back door to see him on his phone.

His eyes were full of fear when i pulled out my gun.

He started to scream and i shot him in the stomach. He was losing a lot of blood but he was still alive.

He started to breath really fast when i pointed the gun to his head and shot.

Dead.

I saw that his phone started to buzz.

'He must be texting his friends.'

I saw that he was, i snickered as i grabbed the phone and took a photo sending it to the chat i looked at all the replies.

Brock: WHAT THE FUCK

Lui: THIS ISNT FUNNY MARCEL

Jon: IS THIS REAL

Evan: Marcel...

Kitty: THE FUCK

Brian: WHO DID THIS

'Let the blood spill'

(A.N NOOO Not Marcel YOU BITCH AUTHOR. *slaps self* hope you guys cried and ill see you in the next chap)