#evanhanson

Evan: So...what does this mean? 

Jo: The new foster family t-they live in Windenburg.

Evan: ... That’s seven hours away.

Jo: I know.

Evan: Why’d this happen?

Jo: I don’t know, I thought that those people, they’d keep me. Not adopt me but at least tolerate my existence until I age out of the system.

Evan: I’m so sorry Jo.

Evan: We went to one of your flea markets last weekend, we're not going again!

Jo: At least admit you had a great time, and you found that rare collectible you’ve been looking for.

Evan: Ugh, this weekend we're doing what I want.

Evan: We’ll still be friends right?

Jo: Yeah, always. Best friends.

Evan: *puts arm around Jo* We’ll figure it out. We can still text and call and stuff.

Jo: Yeah but it’s not the same.

Evan: We are going FISHING

Jo: Ew. No. Why?

Evan: I dunno, my dad keeps talking about clearing out all his old stuff and he mentioned some fishing gear.

Jo: Ok.

Jo: But like...why do we have to go?

Evan: Come on, it’ll be fun. We’ll go tomorrow. Do you have boots?

Jo: ...No

Evan: Jo? What are you doing here? Are you ok? What happened?