~Evan's pov~

Today the guys and I are going to the dock for the fair. I'm going to try and get Delirious alone so I can talk to him. Gosh, he's wearing the hottest stuff today. My black muscle shirt and red shorts. He looks really good in them. They perfectly shape his butt. Oh God, I could just grab it and squeeze it. It still made me mad that he was with Luke.

"EVAN?!" I stopped looking at Delirious to look at Brock who was walking next to me.

"What?"

"I've been saying your name for five minutes! You didn't answer. What's wrong?" I was looking ahead of us to where Jonathan was.

"Oh, nothing..." I slid my hand across the back of my neck and let it fall limp back at my side.

"Oh, I know what's going on here." I looked at him as he smirked.

"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered. He leaned in next to my ear.

"You like Delirious." My face instantly turned dark red.

"I-I do not!!" I said that louder than I expected to. The guys looked at me. Shit. I saw Delirious looking at me also.

"What the hell was that about?" Marcel spoke up.

"N-nothing let's just keep going." I started walking again when I felt someone's hand brush against mine. Jonathan. I grabbed his hand and I felt safe. I never want this feeling to fade. As we were walking the guys saw a ride they wanted to go on, but Jonathan backed out. It was cute, so I stayed with him. Finally alone. As we sat on a bench waiting for the guys I asked him the question he never answered.

"Hey Delirious, why do you wear that mask?" I looked at him, but he just stared at the ground.

"I really wish I could tell you and show you, but not now." I felt my heart start to hurt.

"Jonathan you can trust me."

"Evan please not now."

"I just don't get why you don't trust me. We've been friends for years and you don't trust me." He pulled his hand away from mine.

"Evan it's not that I don't trust yo-"

"THEN WHAT IS IT?!" I started yelling. He looked at me got up and started walking off. I walked after him.

"Delirious I'm sorry! Delirious please!" He kept walking. "JONATHAN!!" He ran off the dock back towards the house. I was about to chase after him when I felt someone's hand on my shoulder.

"Just give him time." It was Luke. I just let him run. The person I loved the most. The only one I had left. I sat down right where I was at and pulled my knees up to my chest putting my head down on them and cried. I don't want to lose him.

~Jonathan's pov~

I looked back to see Vanoss crying. I felt my heart twist at the sight, but I didn't stop. I don't want him to know.

~Flashback~

"Dad please don't!!" He walked closer with the knife towards my mother who was crying in a corner. He lifted the knife. I jumped in front of her as he brought the knife down and he slashed my face.

"JONATHAN!!!" My mother ran to my side as I bled.

"Stupid fucking kid!"

BAM

He slammed the door shut as he left. That was the last time I saw him. He left his 11-year-old son and wife crying in a corner.

~End flashback~

I reached the house and ran inside up to the room I'm sharing with Evan. I packed my stuff, slipped on my blue jacket, and left.

I called a cab and asked him to take me to the nearest airport. When I got there I booked the next flight to North Carolina. I had some business to take care of.

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A/N
Okay so like I said yesterday I was going to be gone for a few days so I'm going to post a little more than what I planned on. I hope you guys like it and yep.

-Nat