It was around eleven at night on Saturday and both Connor and Evan were still up. That wasn't a big deal, that was normal for the boys. Except Connor arrived unannounced and slightly high. He and Larry had another fight; this time about how Connor was never home anymore and always with Evan. To which Connor wondered why that was a problem. He'd met Evan and knew he wasn't a bad kid, why was Larry upset over that? So naturally Connor went over to Evan's house as a huge "fuck you" to his father.

Evan, upon noticing how upset Connor was and how he smelled like weed, let Connor set up a game of Uno while Evan made hot chocolate. Connor ran a thumb over the small Braille at the top of one of his cards, slightly intrigued. He had no idea that they made games with Braille.

The small movement in the corner of Connor's eye caught his attention. He turned his head and saw Evan slowly walking over to the couch with two mugs in his hands. Connor pushed himself off the floor and made his way over to Evan. He tapped his shoulder. Evan stopped. Connor took both mugs out of his hands and the blind boy seemed to relax and picked up his pace.

Connor furrowed his eyebrows at the way Evan's shoulders slumped down. Did he get anxious with everything, even simply walking around his house?

The two sat down on the couch. Connor set Evan's mug on the small table in front of him and told him where it was. Connor held his mug in his left hand and his cards in the right.

Apparently, Connor was high enough to take a large gulp from the cup. He hissed and coughed, spitting it back into the mug.

Evan jumped. "What happened?" he asked out loud. Luckily Connor had his eyes open or he would've missed that.

He set the mug down. 'Drank too fast, drink too hot.'

'Are you okay?' Evan asked, eyebrows knitted. 'Do you need cold water or something? I could put an ice cube in it to cool it down faster. I didn't know how hot you like yours, so I just set it to two minutes like mine.'

Connor waved him off, his high making him briefly forget he couldn't see him. Evan seemed to whisper his name and Connor just stared blankly at him. He blinked a few times, realizing he hadn't actually responded. Maybe getting high before going over to your blind friend's house wasn't such a good idea.

He quickly grabbed Evan's hand. 'It's fine, I'm just impatient.'

Evan bit his lip. The small motion drew Connor's eyesight towards it. 'If you say so.'

Connor cleared his throat and looked at the pile of Uno cards in front of them. 'So how do we do this? Do I tap you when it's your turn?'

Evan shook his head. 'I should be able to hear the card being placed down,' he told him, 'if I don't, then you can tap me. You can start.'

Connor nodded and looked at the first card already placed. A red zero. He searched his small deck of seven cards and pulled out a red five. He made sure to place it down loudly (or what he thought was loud).

Evan reached forward and ran his fingers over the Braille on the card. He shuffled through his pile and laid down a blue five. Connor frowned. He didn't have any blues and the only five he had was a yellow, but that was the only yellow so that wouldn't do him any good.

He decided to suffer and laid down the yellow card. While Evan did his turn, Connor checked his hot chocolate. He deemed it cool enough and sipped it.

The game went on for another ten minutes and pretty soon both Connor and Evan had one card. Connor had a draw four random card, but he didn't want to subject Evan to that struggle and win the game at the same time. So he kept drawing until he had four cards, all different colors.

He jaw clenched. He placed down a blue nine and waited for Evan to do his turn. Evan was running his fingers over the cards absentmindedly. Connor leaned forward and tapped his knee. The boy jumped and lifted his head.

"Sorry," he said aloud. He felt the card on the pile and frowned. He began taking cards from the draw pile. He lifted his second card and froze. His head slowly turned towards the hallway where the front door was.

A beat passed and Connor saw Evan say, "Hi mom." Connor turned around and saw Heidi hanging up her jacket. She took off her hat, making her hair staticky. She brushed it down and turned around. She jumped back a bit when her eyes landed on Connor.

She waved. Connor waved back. "It may be a weekend, but don't stay up too late boys," she said while signing it for Connor. Evan must've replied because she smiled and walked through the living room and down the hall to where Connor assumed her bedroom was.

Connor turned back to face Evan. He looked like he was deep in thought. His lips were pursed and his eyebrows were furrowed. Connor leaned forward and tapped his knee, causing the boy to jump. His head snapped up and his lips were parted as if he was about to say something. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he bit his top lip.

'You okay there?' Connor asked. 'What were you thinking about?'

Evan shook his head. 'Doesn't matter. Let's finish the game.'

Connor frowned but let the game continue.

Evan won the game right away so they started another round. As the game went on and the draw pile got smaller, Connor got a sudden burst of courage he didn't approve of.

He put down his cards, attempting to be loud so Evan would hear it. It seemed to work as the boy lifted his head slightly. 'Evan, I need to tell you something.'

Okay, maybe that was bad phrasing. Evan dropped his cards, causing them to be face up. Connor scowled at his two draw four's.

'What is it?' Evan asked, hands clearly shaking in Connor's palm.

'It's nothing bad, don't worry.' Connor thought that over. 'Well, it depends on how you take it. Hopefully it's not bad.'

Evan's shoulders seemed to relax a bit and Connor considered that a victory. 'Alright, go ahead.'

Connor coughed. 'I like you.' There. His thoughts were out there. No taking them back.

Evan seemed to smile. 'I like you too.' Connor nearly choked in disbelief. 'You're a great friend.' And there goes all Connor's hopes.

Connor sighed. 'That's not what I meant.'

Evan tilted his head to the right. 'What did you mean then?'

Connor took a deep breath. He felt his courage leaving quickly and he needed to do this. If it didn't go well, he could always blame it on his fading high. He closed his eyes, forcing the last bit of courage he had to stay with him.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Evan's. The blond froze. Connor pulled back right away, searching his face for any kind of emotion. He saw confusion, mixed with the smallest bit of fear. He instantly wanted to take it back.

Evan didn't like guys. Evan didn't like Connor. Evan didn't feel the same way.

Connor's stomach lurched. 'Fuck I'm sorry,' he tried to explain, 'I don't know why I did that. Sorry. I'll just—' He ran a hand through his hair. '—I'll go, I'll leave you alone.'

He stood up quickly. He ignored Evan's verbal attempts to stop him and he made his way to the front door. He pulled on his boots without tying them, put on his jacket, and left the apartment. He let the door slam behind him.

He leaned against the door. He let his legs give out and he slid to the floor. He let his fingers pull at his greasy hair, he ripped out a few strands. He cursed at himself, scolded himself.

Why the fuck did he do that? Evan hated him now, there's no doubt. Why did Connor just assume he felt the same way when he didn't even know the guy's sexuality?

He sighed and stood up. He looked back at the door and debated if he should go back in and talk to Evan about it. That would probably lead to his heart getting destroyed and he couldn't handle that at the moment.

So he walked out of the building and with the help of the lights, found his car. He started the car and slid into driver's seat. He turned on the radio and blasted it so he could feel the vibrations. He didn't care if he woke anybody up.

He pulled out of the parking lot, a newly made joint between his lips that still had Evan's touch on them.