Hey! We're heading to the end. So like 2 parts left. Enjoy ^.^
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(Vanoss POV)
I escorted most of my friends to airport. Only Brock left, he was still sleeping. I started to clean the mess when he approached me.

"Morning," he yawned and made himself a breakfast.

"Hey."

"Where are the others?" He asked curiously, which made me laugh

"They already left, sleepy head. Have you slept well?" I asked with smile on my face.

He started to giggle.

"Of course. Although in the middle of the night I heard some noises and one name."

My heart started to beat super fast, while I quickly glanced over him as he was grinning.

Oh fuck. He knows. What am I gonna do? What if he's gonna tell Delirious!?

"Really? That's weird."

"Stop playing, Evan. We both know what happened last night."

"And what happened?"

"Let me remind you." He started to moan.

"Jonathan!" he shouted and laughed.

I should have bought thicker walls. Dammit! Did somebody else hear me?

"I was having a nightmare. Delirious was there as a Jason from Friday 13th, and I was really scared."

He took his plate with food and sat against me still grinning.

"Really? Interesting... because when I checked your room an hour after that name, you two were sleeping together. So cute!" I sighed.

"It was because..." I wanted to talk when he jumped right into my speech.

"Evan stop it. I don't mind, really. To be fair I'm glad. You two were always so cute being together and even your fan club is shipping you."

"But we are not together. He was wasted as shit and don't remember a damn thing. He asked me and I told him that we went to sleep."

"Sorry to hear that. But maybe you should have told him." I slowly nodded my head.

"I know," I breathed out and bend my head backwards.

"I'm so happy to be the last guy here," he started to laugh and I narrowed my eyes at him, after hearing that sarcasm.

"Sorry. Wanna help with tidying this house?" he asked me and I nodded my head with smile.

After the Brock left I had decided to completely ignore Delirious as Eric. I knew it was for the better good. So I wrote him the last message.

GamerBoy123: Hey Delirious. Listen I know this will sound a bit sad but I have to tell you. I'm moving with my family to Europe and don't know how long I will be without Internet, so to prevent you worry I'm writing you this.
Trust me when I say that time we spent together has been absolutely best in my life,  and I enjoyed every second of it.
I hope you won't be that sad about it, ha ha.
I have only one request from you. Do you think you can continue playing with your friends? Vanoss and the others. I miss that videos, and I somehow miss the old Delirious.
I will contact you, once I'll get internet, which can be in a half of the year or years later.
Thank you again for everything and have a great day!

I was so proud of myself. I knew I should have done it long time ago.

•••••••••••••••••••(time skip)
Following week was the worst of them all. Delirious wasn't picking my, or my friends, calls and wasn't even joining on Skype. On his YouTube channel there was a long pause.

We asked Cartoonz about it and he was a bit shady. He said that Delirious is pretty devastated about something in his family, and I wished to know what was happening to him.

I've had enough. I'm his friend and he's again completely ignoring me. What if something happened to him? What if he's dead? We would never know!

I pre-recorded some videos with my friends and told them my plan. I was actually going to North Carolina to see him personally.

I arrived in the late night and was a pretty nervous. A few minutes stepping in front of his door.

Ok now or never.

I knocked on the door and waited pretty long time before he opened it. I couldn't recognize him and my heart skipped a beat.

His blue eyes, always filled with joy and happiness, were puffy and red from crying, his hair messy and he looked so devastated. In the blink of an eye he hugged me tightly and started to cry again.

"It's ok. I'm here, hush now," I whispered and seeing him like this was tearing me apart.

"I'm here. Everything will be ok. Can I come in?" I continued whispering and he let go off me.

I silently followed him to the living room
and couldn't believe my eyes how messy the room was. I sat down against him, as he tried not to cry anymore.

"Do you want something to drink?" he asked me with shivery voice.

"And you think you will find something here?" I teased him and he looked around with sigh.

"Maybe. There is three days old ice cream, and here are socks," he replied with small smile.

"Let me help you clean this mess." I stood up and started to clean.

"You don't have to do that, man." He sounded so sad that it was hurting my heart.

"I don't, true, but I want to."

I really want to know what's going on, but I don't want to press him. It's win that he even let me come in. Why isn't Luke helping him? Why did he let Delirious live in this mess?

"You're so nice to me. I don't deserve this."

I glanced over him as he started to cry again. I did a few steps to him and hunkered down to his level.

"Look at me," I whispered, but he hid his face into his knees. I tried it one more time.

"Jonathan, look at me." He did what I asked him to do. I wiped his tears from his face.

He looks so sad. Fuck. I don't want him to cry anymore.

"There doesn't exist anybody else that deserve happiness in this world more than you. You hear me?" He slowly nodded his head and I returned to cleaning.

"Why are you even here?" He asked me bit confused.

"I was worried about you. You just vanished and Luke told us you're having some problems. So I decided to please you by my presence."

It took him a few minutes before he spoke again.

"He's gone," he mumbled so silently that I had problem to hear him properly.

I was almost done with the living room and really was proud on myself. I glanced over him again.

"Who?"

"Eric." My heart stopped beating for a second.

What?

"He just wrote that he's moving to the Europe and from that day he stopped writing. And I loved him. I don't know what to do, man."

Oh fuck! What have I done? I didn't think this would happen. How can one imaginary guy cause so much trouble. Sweet Jonathan. It's all
my fault. I should have said "no" to the guys from the beginning. I'm so sorry.

I sat right next to him and hugged him strongly. He put his head to my chest and I slowly smoothed his hair as he cried.

"First of all stop crying please. This tears won't solve anything. Besides you look super ugly with them on that handsome face." He giggled after my speech and it made me so happy.

"I'm not ugly," he replied while sobbing.

No you're not. You're sexy as fuck and I love you.

My heart stopped beating  for a few seconds.

I do what? I said a what? I love him? I love him!? Ok that's enough. So I love him. What am I gonna do now? I should stay with him.

"Secondly I'm staying here for a while so you're not alone ok?" I continued with small panic in my voice.

He silently nodded his head.

"I don't know what to do, Evan." He glanced over me.

I looked down at him and felt my beating heart.  I wiped his tears and wanted freeze this moment.

"Let me take care of everything," I whispered and smiled at him.

I already know what to do.