Jonathan

"I don't know Luke."

"How the hell do you not know what's going on with yourself?" He sassed. 

"Because! There's too many of me! I don't fucking know!"

"What the hell are you talking about, you're the only H2ODelirious!" 

"That's not what I meant! Like different personalities!"

"Like... bipolar?"

"No, there's more than one."

"Schizophrenia."

"What? There's no way. I'm fine."

"Are you sure. I'll lock you up now."

"LUKE!"

"I was kidding. Gees." 

"Ugh, whatever, go back home, I need some time alone until I go pick up the man."

"Oooo, the man you say?" 

"Luke-"

"Do you also have a little gay person-"

"CARTOONZ!"

"Okay! Okay! I'll leave." 

I heard the door shut and I ran into my room and started cleaning up. "Maybe I had the gay personality before this schizophrenic shit." I mumbled, slightly smirking. 

After getting my room, and the living room cleaned, I walked to the bathroom. I threw my hands onto the counter, pushing them onto the cold marble. I faced myself in the mirror. My dark hazel eyes staring back at me, I wish they were blue instead. A beautiful sky blue, but no... they're an ugly hazel color. Then, my brown hair, probably messed up under the dark blue beanie I surprisingly had the strength to put on today. I slightly chuckled, and moved my hand to my pale face, softly touching it. I caught a good look at my long fingers, with the choppy nails from my bad habit. I sighed and put my hand down. "Why do I hate myself?" I tilted my head, side to side, facing my reflection. "Or do I love myself? And someone else is tryna take over?" I angrily sighed and hit myself in the forehead. I left the bathroom, not wanting to make myself any angrier. 

I took off the beanie and ruffled my hair, and took off my orange-redish t-shirt, to put on a a dark blue "Hollister" hoodie. I put on some dark colored khakis, and threw on my old, Converse high tops, sitting down and quickly tying them up. 

I ran to the door, grabbing my keys off the kitchen counter, and quickly running down the patio to get to my vehicle. I jumped in and started it up, a satisfying "purr" came from the old engine. I buckled my seat-belt, and turned on the radio. I looked in the rear-view mirror as I backed out of the short driveway, and made my way to the nearest Chipotle. 

"Take out?"

"Yes please."

I waited for my meal, scrolling through my twitter, finding tons of fan art. I did a view nose exhales, and some of them I had trouble holding my chuckle in. Then there were a few "H2O Vanoss" tags. I sighed and took a risk looking at them, I mean I've seen them many times, so why is it bothering me now? I shrugged it off and saw the art of us playing Gang Beasts. I slowly smiled, to be honest, I think I was smiling like an idiot. It was me throwing my arms around him and yelling, "Mine!" I chuckled as my name was called. 

"Thank you."

"No problem, have a nice night."

"You too."

I hopped into my old machine and traveled back home, trying not to eat my food before I got back. 

I finally pulled back into the neighborhood like area, and found my house. I drove slowly, noticing another car in my driveway. "Who the hell?" I mumbled, getting out. I grabbed my bag on the way. I stomped to the front porch, stopping mid in my tracks. My eyes instantly traveled to his strong back, falling down to his booty. I shook off my very, very, weird thought, and watched as he looked in the windows. He walked over to the second window and spotted my reflection. I met his strong gaze, he was taking a long look at my face. I heavily sighed and took a step up onto the porch. He instantly dropped his bags and ran to me, wrapping his unbelievably strong arms around me, fortunately, I was a wee bit taller. I nervously chuckled and hugged him back, the feeling sinking in, and a newer feeling appearing, a feeling I was afraid of. 

"I can't believe it's really you. I'm finally able to see my best friend, I've been dying ages to see." He had a crooked smile across his face. My heartbeat exploded and acted like I was running a marathon. "I'm... I'm really glad you're here." I said softly, and he wrapped me in another hug. I chuckled and brought him closer in the hug, "I've never seen VanossGaming as a hugger." This time he laughed with me. "Well I didn't see H2O being so hot." He chuckled turning away, as my eyes went a little bit wider, did he just-? "Hah! Well you're not so bad yourself." He chuckled, "I know, now let me in your damn house, I'm tired of carrying these bags." I unlocked the house and threw my dinner on the table. "So why the hell are you here so late, but so early?" 

"Well... I wanted to come as soon as I could." He said, setting his bags down. "Oh... okay, so about my appointment." 

"I'll get on that now."

"Vanoss."

"Delirious."

"I feel so helpless."

"No. You've been alone too long through this. Where's CaRtOoNz in all of this?"

"Down the street."

"Oh my... Whatever, I'm scheduling your appointment now, then I'm doing dinner."

"But I've got Chipolte, and who else is opened at 12:34 am?"

"I am." He stated and walked away, talking on the phone. I sighed and sat up at the little bar stool I had near the counter. I opened my little bag and took out my taco, slowly munching down on it. 

"Tomorrow at 8:00 am!" Vanoss stated, walking in from my bedroom. "Now", he started and slapped the food out of my hands, "for some quality food." I groaned, "What's wrong with Chipolte?" 

"Everything, now we're gonna take a little trip to Walmart."

"Ugh, Vanoss."

"Come on, I wanna cook you dinner."

"Why?"

"Because... I care."

And those two words never left my soul, any of them for that matter. 

Evan

"Wake up!!! Time for the doctors!" I yelled, pushing Delirious around in his bed. He groaned loudly, "But Moooooommmm it's not a school day! I can sleep in!" I chuckled and pushed him again. He did absolutely nothing. I finally jumped on him and started hitting him. "OUCH!" He screeched and pushed me off of him. I fell down beside him. We both met gazes and smiled. "I'm glad you didn't rage on me this time."

"Shuch the hell up." He grumbled, then chuckled and stood up. 

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"Jesus Criminy... Why am I so nervous?" Delirious asked, tapping his leg rapidly, up and down. 

"Just nerves, that's all. Maybe one of the "souls" know they're at the doctors and doesn't wanna be."

"Oh! Ha-ha-ha! So funny Mr. Fong." He crossed his arms and mumbled something under his breath. 

"Mr. Dennis?" Delirious stood up and walked over to the opened door, he said something to the nurse and she looked at me and nodded. Delirious gestured for me to follow, so I did. 

"So Jonathan, we're going to run a few tests and we'll see whats up, okay?"

"Okie dokie." He smiled, swinging his legs off the little examination bed. The sound of crunching paper filled the quiet room after the nurse left. 

"Would you stop swinging your legs?" I chuckled. 

"No!" He shouted like a kid, and we both laughed. 

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I wasn't allowed in the room for the tests, but I was allowed back in for the results. 

"Okay, Mr. Jonathan Dennis. We have some good and bad news for you."

"What's the good news?" Delirious asked. 

"You were partly right about your "multiple soul" theory." Delirious sadly sighed and balled up his fists. 

"So, what's the bad news?"

"You're a Mixed." 

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