Main Pairing: H2ODelirious / VanossGaming
Other Pairings: Ohmwrecker / Cartoonz & I_Am_Wildcat / MiniLadd
“Jonathan Dennis, huh?” Brian wonders out loud, “That name does sound familiar.”
It’s Saturday and Evan, together with his friends are hanging out in Daithi’s house. His house isn’t that big but his father always makes the best steak so they always agree to hang out there.
“Yeah, dude!” Tyler looks up from his phone, “That kid who’s obsessed with blue. I think I may have gone to the same school as him when we were little. I remember his eyes.”
“Brock, Evan and I have classes with him,” Marcel added, “He’s a bit goofy but we haven’t talked to him.”
Evan looks up from his laptop as he tries to remember what Jonathan looks like. In all honesty, he doesn’t really pay attention to other people apart from his friends, maybe that’s why it’s hard to recall his face. He does, however, knows that the guy has stunning blue eyes.
“Wait,” Anthony holds his hands up, “You guys haven’t talked to him yet? He’s super nice! One time, he borrowed a pen so he starts calling me, “friend.” He even returned the pen to me after the class!”
He sighs as he shakes his head, “What a nice guy.”
“And yet you’re okay for Evan to play with him?” Tyler asks.
Evan’s stomach drops as he hears how nice this guy is. But in the back of his mind, he remembers how kind and sweet Richie was to him and all guilt flies away.
“Yeah, this is fun!” Anthony grins as he adds, “It’s not like he’s a complete angel.”
“What do you mean?” Brian perks up, intrigued.
“There was this rumour last year, I think- I don’t know why you guys forgot- but they said he beat up Jordan- you know, that guy who left school in the mid-“
“Oh shit,” Tyler mumbles, “I remember! A lot of people actually gave him shit for it. Maybe that’s why he became nice and stuff.”
“Why are we not aware of this?” Daithi asks as he twirls a breadstick in one hand.
Brock chuckles, “Because we’re probably too busy taking care of Marcel? He did have an accident last year.”
That day Evan saw Jonathan smiled at him, he already had thoughts of backing out. But his friends are too invested in this little plan now plus, if he beats up exes then Evan has more reasons now to fuck him up.
“He does have friends, right?” Evan frowns as he sets his laptop down.
“Luke and what’s his name?” Daithi plops down beside Brock as he tosses the box of Uno cards to his friends, “The quiet guy who Marcel thought was cute?”
“He is cute,” Marcel defends himself and grins, “If I’m not straight, I would totally chase his fine ass.”
“Anyway,” Brocks laughs, “We’re not here to explore Marcel’s sexuality. We’re here to do that History project and help Evan out a bit.”
“We have a History project?” Brian frowns.
“I take History?” Anthony looks around confused.
“Yes and yes,” Evan chuckles, “So what am I going to do? I’m not even sure if he’d like me.”
“Oh please,” Marcel winks, “Everyone would do you.”
“Again,” Brock swats Marcel, “Not here to explore your sexuality.”
“I mean,” the Asian drawls out, “I have a class with him. But for a person who is supposedly “friendly” as Anthony said, he hasn’t talked to me since ever.”
“And that changes now!” Tyler shouts excitedly, “Borrow a pen or something.”
“You are so lame,” Brian scoffs, “He works part-time at a coffee shop near my house. Maybe we can visit him?”
“How’d you know where he works?” Daithi looks at him suspiciously, “I thought you said you stopped stalking people?”
The other just waves him off and tosses his phone to Evan, “Social media, baby. He looks cute wearing an apron, by the way.”
Evan stares at the picture in front of him. Brian is correct, he does look cute (and also doesn’t look like he could beat someone up, then again, never judge a book by it’s cover). Jonathan is shorter than him, he’s pretty small and Evan assumed he’d be bad at sports. He has short brown hair, a pretty fair complexion and red cheeks. In the picture, he was smiling so bright, eyes closed and Evan is a bit bummed out that he can’t look at his blue eyes.
He doesn’t know how long he has been staring at the picture but he knows it must have been longer than normal because everyone is quiet and Brock lays a hand on his arm, “You know you can always back out-“
“I-I am not backing out,” he declares, full of determination.
‘I’m not going to be the weak one this time.’
Jonathan is so thankful he has something to do during the weekends. Sure, a lot of students choose to laze in the house or hang out with friends when there’s no classes but no, not him. Lazing around, alone with his thoughts and alone in his house is something he hates to do (imagining it makes him shiver) and he can always hang out with his friends in school, anyway.
He’s working in a coffee shop as barista, he fills in for his cousin during the weekends because his cousin has a daughter to take care of and he, well, he doesn’t.
“When are you going home, Jon?” Luke wails as he finishes his third glass of lemonade (in which Ryan insisted isn’t good for him), “Let’s go see a movie.”
“Mr. Luke Patterson, I am not your boyfriend,” Jonathan tuts as he wipes some porcelain mugs, “Why don’t you two go out and do couples stuff?”
“We don’t feel like going out without our son,” Ryan explains as he cut his cake in half. A half for him and another half to the stray dogs.
“Ryan,” the barista giggles, “You don’t have to save something for the dogs. Chocolates are bad for them. You can eat your whole cake.”
“Oh,” he blushes as a smile makes its way to his mouth, making his whole face light up.
Somewhat Luke finds it adorable because he gives Ryan a kiss on his cheek, “You are so stupid, sometimes.”
Jonathan rolls his eyes at them before heading to the counter as he hears a bell.
He is not one to blush and be shy but right now, he feels flustered for no reason at all. Or maybe because the group of friends, “strangers” as Luke explained several times in the cafeteria are there, and in front is the set of familiar brown eyes he saw that day. Jet black hair, perfect skin and breath-taking smile. He’s taller than Jonathan (yes, a lot of people are taller than him), he knows Evan plays in the basketball team so he does a have a pretty body (Jonathan shakes his head at that thought).
“Uhm,” Jonathan gulps and thinks about dogs and cats for a second to collect himself.
Behind him, Ryan nudges an almost dozing Luke.
The barista smiles and Evan and his friends swear they’ve been blinded by how bright it is.
“Good evening!” he greets, “May I take your order, friends?”
“I’m sorry but,” Tyler raises his hand, “Did you just call me friend?”
Evan whips his head at him and sends a glare to his friend.
“Yes, I believe I did. So, what do you guys have in mind?”
“We’ll have two iced coffees, three chocolate frappes, and one kiwi iced tea, please,” Evan recites and he prays that it didn’t sound too rehearsed. They already looked at the menu online, wrote down their orders and well, Evan was picked to pay the bill.
“Because you love us and you are rich!” Marcel said.
“Awesome,” Jonathan grins, “Name please?”
‘As if you don’t know his name.’
“Evan,” the other replies with a smile as he takes out his wallet.
“Evan,” the barista repeats, “That’s- that’s a beautiful name.”
And somehow, Evan feels the stares his friends are giving him so he just smiles bigger and thanks him.
“I’ll call your name when the order is ready,” he returns his credit card and goes to work on their drinks after saying hello to an overly-excited Anthony.
“He remembers me!” he gushes to his friends when they are seated.
“Why is that important, dumbass?” Tyler snorts and takes out his phone, “It’ll be easy, Evan. Don’t worry. He’s too nice and probably would jump on anyone who flirts with him.”
Evan just shakes his head as he watches Jonathan make their drinks with the help of his colleague. If he’s not mistaken, he catches a glimpse of both Luke and Ryan on the back talking closely and looking at them from time to time.
“Dude, who are you texting?” Marcel leans closer to Tyler, “You’ve been tapping since this afternoon.”
“None of your damn business,” he glares at him and finally, pockets his phone.
To his dismay, Jonathan didn’t call him but the lady who is also in the counter named Judy.
“Here you are, darling,” she says, “Can you carry all these?”
“Yeah, no problem!” he nods, “I can make two trips. My friends are awfully lazy.”
“I can relate to that,” a voice says behind him, “Let me help you.”
“No,” Evan blinks down at him, Evan isn’t sure if it’s possible for a person’s face to be this close and yet still look appealing, “It’s okay, Jonathan.”
The barista playfully squints his eyes at him, “How’d you know my name, huh?”
The taller guy smirks and points at his name tag.
“Ah,” he chuckles, “I’m just kidding. Anyway, call me Jon. Jonathan is too long.”
The trip back to his friends is awkward, or maybe it’s just him. He can feel the stares he’s getting from his friends and the burning glares that Luke and Ryan sends his way. Evan hesitantly looks down at the barista who’s still smiling, eyes ahead.
“It’s the first time I see you and your friends go here,” Jonathan starts and chuckles, “Normally, I just see Brian.”
“Yeah,” Evan replies, thinking carefully what he’ll say next, “He lives nearby, maybe that’s why.”
Jonathan just nods and places the drinks on their table with a grin, “Enjoy your drinks. I’ll see you all in school.”
“THANK YOU, JONATHAN!” Anthony happily exclaims as he giddily claims his drink.
“Aww,” the barista coos, “You’re welcome, friend!” and then he retreats back to the counter after sparing Evan another look.
“Alright,” Tyler ducks his head lower, “There is something wrong with him and he’s creeping me out! I bet you under his two cute dimples rests the monster that almost broke Jordan’s face.”
Brock chuckles as he distributes napkins to his friends (which Brian declines with a huff and a silent, ‘You ain’t my momma.’).
Tyler is right, Evan thought. There is no way someone could be that cheerful, it’s disturbing how he’s so different from the past Jonathan they keep referencing. He isn’t a psychiatrist or anything but he feels like he’s hiding something behind his never-ending smiles and overflowing friendliness.
“-and he stabbed his kids with plastic forks!” Daithi shakes his head disapprovingly, “Those are the people you need to look out for. Not that kid who’s too adorable and could literally balance a cup on t- HOLY SHIT! HE’S BALANCING A CUP ON TOP OF HIS HEAD”
And sure enough, at the back of the shop, they see Jonathan with a cup on top of his head giggling like a child as his friends laugh at him with tears on their eyes.
“Whatever,” Tyler shrugs, “Just let as know, bud if he’s beating you up or something.”
Evan rolls his eyes as he grins at the barista. Richie’s laughing face resurfaces in the back of his mind and adrenaline just surges through him.
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