A/n: fucking fuck, the song thingy is stuck in my head. I put a reference to BMC in the Connor's birthday and now all I am singing in my mind is 'and the voices in my head, the loudest one is mine!' like, and fucking Squip in the back round, 'jeremmyyyyy'. Help.

Evan's POV

Me and Connor had fought for a few weeks now. We slowly drift apart as days pass us. I'm scared for our relationship and where it may land.

Where I should stand up for what I believe in, or let him win and smile like nothing happens. But I think I did that for many years with toxic people, so I know that I shouldn't. I know I should hang on for dear might as my hands slip.

My hands will have to bleed and my bones show as it shows how much I am head over heels and how I would hang on for.

It has been over his drug abuse.

It has been over his achololism.

It is him whole.

But I point fingers at me always.

I say it is my fault for letting him down this rabbit whole when I shouldn't.

I shouldn't.

"Ev... Evan...."

I opened my eyes to see Connor's face.

My heart felt heavy in my chest and it ached in pain.

I rubbed my eyes to see that he had a dark circle on one of his eyes.

"Connor, what happened to your-"

"Eye? Yeah, don't worry about it. I gotta show you something"

I grabbed his hand before telling him to lead the way.

There we were off, in his car, going somewhere.

My thoughts scattered and tried to peice things together. I just stared at the window, where smudges of the lamppost and the night hit.

It was only eight. I fell asleep right after classes in school.
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"Close your eyes."

I did.

I try to relax myself as much as I possibly could and tried to grab his hand.

With finally a guide of help swept in and we began to walk up stairs and such.

I had no idea where we could be. Definitely not the orchard because I would smell the scent of trees and nature in my nostrils and I would hear the crunch of (a/n: Jared's bathbombs) the leaves or the healthy grass that hasn't been torchured by humans.

The sound of people filled my ears, making me insecure about myself, wishing I had checked what I looked like before leaving.

We walked up some stairs again before we came at a halt.

"Heere we are. Stay put. Oh, open your eyes. "

I open my eyes to see we are back stage, somewhere.

The back stage was dimly lit and on the other side of it was Connor. He smiled at me and held his hands out for a second before motioning 'wait'.

The sound shifted through my bones and let me tap my foot softly.

The Jazz band was playing to an audience; we were in school.

"I love you because of your rambling of trees and how they make your eyes glisten in a beautiful way."

Step.

"I love you because of your beautiful, almost perfect in my eyes."

Step.

"I love you for the small giggle fits you go in sometimes."

Step.

"I love you for always talking fault for your tiny mistakes. "

Step.

Connor kept saying small things why he loved me intil we had only a few inches of space.

"You love me because you know over all the fights, I love you back and I will always be there."

I closed the space and wrapped my arms around Connor's neck.

The music filled the small silence of us staring at each other eyes.

"I feel bad for not communicating as well. We shouldn't have fought like that. There goes me being a fuck up, Ev." He said, looking down at me. I shook my head at him.

"Your not a fuck up, we make mistakes."
I smiled gently at him as reassurance that we do.

He cupped my face and kissed me.
We passionately kissed roughly , not having to worry about anyone or anything coming .

We heavily breathed for air after a few minutes of kissing.

He smiled at me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

We slowly rocked back and forth along to the rising and falling of notes from the violin and trumpets.

My head was placed on his heart, where I could hear his heart pattering. Just like mine.

Maybe our love is strong enough. We might just be teenagers, that fight alot, but doesn't mean anything to anyone. Our love keeps a bond between us.

"I love you" I mumbled in Connor's shirt.

"I love you too Ev, alot. I don't want us to break. Your too good too lose, can't we just be seventeen? Just not worry right now. I will get better, I promise" he smiled.

That's how I know I am not losing him. His words approve of it.

My heart warmed up inside and kept me at ease, happy.

I put my face back in his shirt before dancing once again with the one I love 

A/n: waz up bitches? That's not really nice lol....uh I am so bad at ending things off. Happy Presidents day y'all

Love ya bubsy