Tw: anxiety attack
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Evans pov:
An owl hoots nearby and I jolt up. Connor is curled up sleeping on my shoulder. Gosh, he really looks so amazing.
I reach for my phone making as little movement as possible.
6:47pm.
"Connor," I whisper. "You should go. Your family might be wondering where you are."
Connor groans, turning his body. "Why."
I sigh. "You've been here for about, um, two days now."
Connor sighs. "Fine. I was comfortable. Guess that's over." He sits up rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Connor," I frown, "it's not like I want you to go. It's just that a two day sleepover wasn't agreed on by your parents."
"Yeah, yeah," Connor says as he collects his belongings.
"We have school tomorrow," I remind.
Connor nods. "Well, I'm off, Hansen."
He slips on his shoes before going out the door. Then he turns back and gives me a salute before continuing to walk back.
I giggle as he salutes.
Connor's pov
By the time I actually start heading home, it's already 7. I don't live that far from Evan. I take a detour on my way. I ended up spending $15 on girl scout cookies. But I don't regret it.
I hug my three boxes of cookies to my chest. I bought the new s'mores one, Samoas, and thin mints. I suppress a laugh. Don't want to sound crazy getting girl scout cookies.
I walk back home with a little bounce in my step. Yep. Too excited. I try to walk "normally". Taking a thin mint cookie, I break it in half before tossing both parts into my mouth. I bust open the door and let out an evil laugh.
Zoe is standing by the kitchen. She furrows her eyebrows. "Connor are you high?" She accuses.
I flip her off. "Those girl scout cookies are some great sh*t," I comment. Then I hop up the stairs and into my room.
"Yeah, he's definitely high," Zoe mutters.
"I heard that!" I yell.
"So what?" She yells back.
I ignore her. Sitting down at my desk, I start English homework. I'm actually doing homework?! What a surprise! Not really. I do my homework everyday. Just no one thinks I do.
I get to math homework. I take one look and make a sour face. I absolutely hate math. I just don' get it. I attempt the first problem, only to give up twenty seconds later.
"Solve your own problems!" I huff.
I scroll through Evan's Instagram account. Totally not stalking. Trees. A tree. More tree. A stick. Another tree. A leaf. A deer. A tree. A forest. Three leaves. Jackpot! A picture of him!
I tap on the pic. Evan was hugging a tree smiling brightly. He looked the same. I check the date. Only two months ago. I like it. Then I realize my mistake and take my like back. It'd be pretty creepy if someone likes your photo you posted a month ago.
Zoe sends me a text.
Jazzisnotdying.zm: hey bro
Cthemessimake: ye
Jazzisnotdying.zm: u did math hw yet
Cthemessimake: sgdhfhmsm no
Jazzisnotdying.zm: lol then do it before dad gets home
Cthemessimake: k sheesh beech
Jazzisnotdying.zm: yee me btw urs doesn't rhyme
Cthemessimake: :'(
Jazzisnotdying.zm : lol ok
I close my phone and finish my math homework.
My phone vibrates from a call. I sigh and pick it up. "Hey I'm broke and I have no money so don't spam me with ads ple-"
"-Connor oh my gosh thank goodness it's you," A familiar voice says. Evan.
"Hey, what's up," I ask casually as if I didn't say what I said before.
"Um... I.. can you come right now? I.. I-I dontknowwhatishoulddo and........ ohgeezimfreakingout," he stammers.
I grab my keys and cookies off the desk and start heading downstairs. "Hey, wait for me, I'm coming. Just relax."
I almost get through the door.
"You just came back 20 minutes ago," Zoe says.
"I know, and I'm off and I'm taking my cookies, bye," I rush as I hastily slip on my shoes and run towards Evan's house. I notice there's a small car outside.
I get there in three minutes. I don't knock. I just swing open the door and look around for Evan.
WARNING
I find him in his room. He's curled into a ball and panicking.
I kneel besides him. "Hey, what's wrong?" I ask as nice as possible.
Evan opens his mouth to speak but then closes it and shakes his head.
I shift uncomfortably. I honestly don't know what to do. So I hug him.
He tenses up at first but then relaxes.
"It's fine, everything's fine," I soothe. "Here, use my breathing and match it." I take his hand a place it over my heart.
He slowly starts to calm down.
END OF ATTACK
"Thanks... Connor," he whispers.
I offer him a smile. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Evan hesitates. "You'll probably laugh," he murmurs.
I sigh. "Evan, I won't laugh." At least, I'll try not to.
"I.. Um... I-I freaked out while the guy was delivering pizza." He stammers.
"Oh. So he left?"
"No. He.. he's still here.. and I still haven't paid him."
I raise an eyebrow. "Where is he now?"
"In the kitchen. I think."
"I can pay for you," I offer.
Evan nods. "But use the money my mom left," he adds, "here." He hands me a $20 bill.
"Ok," I say as I head towards the kitchen.
The pizza guy is impatiently standing by the table. He had put the pizza on the table already.
"So are you paying now?" He asks.
I pass him the $20 bill. "Mmhm."
He takes it and counts the change. "$4.59 is your change," he states, handing me the change. Then he leaves.
I hear a voice from the distance.
"Is he gone yet?" Evan squeaks.
"Yeah, he is," I confirm.
Evan steps down the stairs and joins me. He grabs a slice of pizza and starts taking bites.
My stomach rumbles. I blush. I take a box of my cookies and start eating some.
"Thank you so much, Connor," Evan says.
"No problem," I respond.
"You should get home soon," Evan suggests. "It's already dark and you've been here for almost the whole day."
I groan. "Ok, ok." I pack my cookies back into the box. Then I leave the house. "Bye Evan," I call.
"Bye Connor," Evan says.
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