#duality au

“You guys have been friends for years now. Your face isn’t that bad to completely repel him. You two will fit like a glove like you always do. Plus, maybe he’ll ...” Jonathan held up a hand to stop, and Luke listened to the silent command. Del had stopped pacing, knowing the stress he was putting on his next words.

“I don’t really care if any of my homo-romantic fantasies about Evan are fulfilled. I’m not worried about MYSELF.” Luke’s lips echoed a silent ‘Oh’ through the call, the silence that lay for that one second thick. “Bet you didn’t think ‘bout that.”

“It’s easy to forget, in all honesty.” He admitted. “Any ideas on how you plan to handle Him?”

“If I knew, you think I’d ask you?” Delirious sighed, trying to drop his volume a little. The walls were thin, and he didn’t quite want people finding out about his ... other half. “I’m hoping that the necessary precautions are enough.”

“But what about Evan? It’s not like when me or your family stays over, who have some semblance of what you’re going up against every night.” Luke pointed out, voicing all the fears in Jonathan’s head. “He’s going to be curious as to why you lock yourself in your room at night and want to spend nights editing without sleep. He’s going to care about you, no matter how hard you may refuse to admit it at times.”

“Well, then what do you suggest I do? Tell him I have this monster inside me? A monster that doesn’t have any regard for my morals and violates me in more ways that I can count? One that probably isn’t human.” Jonathan turned his back to the screen. “I don’t want to lose him.”

“I understand, Del.” The doorbell rang, signaling Evan’s arrival and interrupting Luke who clearly had more to say.

“Nobody truly does though.” He didn’t wait for Luke to say more, just ended the call with much more to dwell on than before. Now was not that time.

Jonathan walked to the door with heavy steps. This was it. The day he had spent weeks planning and years fantasizing about. Evan Fong, Vanoss Gaming, Rynx, or however you want to call him. He was here, standing right on the other side of Jonathan’s door. The nerves running through him were practically unparalleled at this point of his life. The only thing that stopped him from seeing Evan was pulling open the door. He didn’t spend nearly as much time as he thought hesitating, probably half due to excitement and half due to a voice in his head saying to get it over with already. It sounded a lot like Luke’s, to be honest.

There stood Evan. Nothing fancy really fancy on. Just a simple white sweatshirt under a black leather jacket, black jeans and plain white sneakers. His slick black hair was hidden underneath a grey beanie, which Jonathan both wanted to tear off and keep on at the same time.

“Hey.” Jon said, not wanting to overcomplicate first meetings.

“Sup.” The two stood silent, Evan wanting to take in everything about the man he considers his best friend but has only seen behind a computer screen before. Finally, he spoke again. “Mind helping with the bags in the Uber?”

“Sure, yeah. Just, um … Just let me throw on some shoes quick.” Evan nodded, and Jon went to throw on the sweatshirt and Vans he left in the living room. Jogging out to where Evan stood at the trunk, he looked into the car. “Secretly planning on moving in? This seems like a lot for a week.”

“I was planning on working on some music while I was here, plus I had to bring my gaming laptop if you wanted to play together. So yeah, I have a lot of shit. Now help me empty them all out of the car so I can pay the driver.” Jonathan rolled his eyes as began to pull suitcases out of the trunk. He sighed, watching his breath dance in the air from the cold. Evan was by his side quick and the two soon were hauling three suitcases each into’s Jon’s place.

“What you have in these, rocks?” Jon complained as he pushed open the door. Evan walked past him with ease despite his obvious struggle.

“Keep whining and you’ll find out when I hit you over the head with them.”

“And I see Wildcat is rubbing off you quite nicely. You’re a sassy owl today, Vanoss.”

“This is casual. Call me Evan.”

“I’m still going to probably call you Vanoss like 10 more times before I get it right.”

“Then expect the same thing…” Evan hesitated, as he didn’t actually know the answer. It became unnecessary long, that Del had to eventually spoon feed him the answer.

“Jonathan.”

“Jonathan. Sorry, I’m bad with my friend’s real names sometimes. So, where am I staying?”

“Upstairs. There is a guest bedroom next to my recording room. Follow me.” Jonathan really didn’t like to lead. He wanted Evan in front of him so he could stare at his ass without worrying if Evan could see all the glances. He wanted to watch that slick black hair fade into beautifully tan skin on the back of his neck. He didn’t want Vano--Evan to be forced to watch him. He wore his expressions on his sleeve, and Jon wasn’t sure how well Evan was at reading them. He didn’t want Evan knowing how worried he was for the night. But it was his house and he was the host so he had to.

“This is a really nice place.” Evan commented as Jon opened the door to the guest bedroom. Nothing overly well done, just a bed, desk, closet, a private bathroom and plenty of floor space.

“Bet you have a bigger one.” Delirious flopped on the bed like he always did. Evan giggled causing Jon’s already wide to become wider. “So, what do you want to do since you’re here? I don’t want to spend all day in here otherwise I’ll straight up ignore you.”

“Let’s drive into town.” Evan suggested immediately, taking Jon back. “I want to walk around and see all the people and comment on how shitty people are at driving. I want to know which are the good souvenir shops and who rips everyone with all the overpriced shit because we’re tourists. I want to eat at the one place that all the locals go to that is secretly the best and nobody knows it. I want to experience here first more than anything.”

“Wow. That’s .. actually a really good idea” Jon said, sitting up as Evan sat next to him on the bed. “I’ve never thought of doing that before. You do that with everybody?”

“I suggest always, but most people say that’s boring, and they don’t take me up on it.”

“Well then, Evan.” Jonathan stood, then turned around and held his hand out for Vanoss. “Care to explore North Carolina with me?” Evan laughed at his antics, but not before taking his hand.

“It would be my honor, Jonathan.” He flashed a smile, and Jonathan felt that he was especially perfect in that one moment.

God, he was so screwed.