Chapter Five
1271 Words
(Evan's Pov)
I pulled away from him and he looked at me in shock. "Does this mean we're friends?" He asked shyly. I sighed and bit my lip.
"I can't be friends with you." I said. He looked crushed, his eyes welled up in tears again and he shook his head. "Why?" He choked out. I ran a hand through my hair and said
"Because, your gay. I don't want to be seen hanging around the gay fag." I said and quickly regretted it. His face turned to anger and he stomped to the bench and sat down.
"Fine! It's not like I wanted to be friends anyway! Especially not with someone who's so bipolar that he can't even stay one emotion for 10 minutes!" He said. I sighed and said
"Look, let's just do this dumbass project and then we can go back to normal." He glared at me and said
"Fine." I nodded and we went back inside.
"Hey guys, foods not here yet but it should be soon." Mr. Peter said. I nodded silently.
"Oh dear, honey were you crying?" Mrs. Cammy said and put her hand on Brandon's cheek. Brandon forced a smile.
"I got hit with the ball really hard. I guess sports just aren't my thing."He said and took a sip of his drink. I stared at him and said
"Are you kidding!? Your a natural kicker." I said. He smiled and blushed a little.
"Thanks." He said. Mr. Peter smiled at his son with a proud look on his face.
"That's my boy, even on your first try you get it right!" He said proudly.
"Daaad, stop gosh your so embarrassing!" Brandon laughed. I laughed too and before I could say something the waiter came back with our food.
"Okay guys enjoy your meal! Oh and you..." He said pointing to Brandon. "I've seen you in the park before, you sing a lot." He said.
"Oh yeah, I've seen you there before." He said.
"Well you have a real talent, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the park sometime and I could bring my band. Your voice would be perfect for us." He said and Brandon got a excited look on his face.
"Really?! That'd be awesome!" He said.
"Great, I'll give you my number after you eat. Bye." He walked off and Brandon turned to his parents.
"Oh my gosh, did that just happen?!" He asked. We all laughed and Mrs. Cammy said
"Yes it did!" He smiled and dug into his food. We all ate and talked.
"So Evan, is soccer what you want to do when you grow up?" Mrs. Cammy said.
"Um not really but it's the only thing I'm good at." I said. Brandon shook his head and laughed.
"Non scence, Mr. Pair told me you have a A in his class. Your good at music." He said.
"Okay, it's not that I'm not good at anything else, everyone expects me to be a soccer player so I have to." I said.
"Sweetie, I may not know you very well but I know that your old enough to do your own thing." Mrs. Cammy said.
"I guess your right..." I said. She smiled a warm smile at me and I felt happy for once. I wish I had a family like this...
"So is everyone done?" Mr. Peter said. We all nodded and he called for the check.
"Here you are, and here's my number." Rider said. He took his number and River walked away. Brandon stared at the number with a goofy smile on his face. I smiled a little at how happy he looked. Wait... I'm happy that he's happy?! Dammit Evan, get it together! We all got up and went back out to the car. We drove to their house in a comfortable silence. Once we got there my eyes widened at how pretty it looked. They had a hard out front and a white picket fence.
"Woah, your house is beautiful." I said as we walked up to the front door.
"Thank you!" Mrs. Cammy said. I smiled at her and she gave me a warm smile. Mr. Peter opened the door and we went inside. As I stepped inside a huge dog came running up to me. Brandon smiled at him and rubbed his head.
"Hey there boy, Evan this is my dog Prince." Brandon said. I smiled a little and put my hand out for him. He rubbed his
head on my hand and Brandon chuckled.
I rubbed his soft big head and said
"He's so sweet, what kind of dog is he?" I asked.
"He's a Saint Bernard." Mr. Peter said.
"We should probably get to work on our project." Brandon said. I nodded and followed him up to his room. My jaw dropped at how cool it was. The walls were a Navy blue with green carpet. The walls were lined with posters of different bands and TV shows.
"Woah..." I breathed out. He smiled at me and sat on his bed.
"So you can have a seat if you want." He said awkwardly. I sat next to him on the bed and said
"So what song do you want to do?"
"Depends, what instrument do you play?"
"Guitar." I said. He smiled and nodded.
"Well what's your favorite band?" He asked.
"That's a tuff question, I have a lot of favorites." I said.
"What about your top 4?" He said.
"Hmmm, Motionless in White, My Chemical romance, Black veil brides, and panic! at the disco." I said.
"Oh! Let's do a panic song!" He said excitedly. I laughed at him and he blushed a little.
"What song?" I asked.
"Nine in the afternoon." He said.
"Sounds good, so you'll sing and I'll play guitar." I said.
"But you have a deeper voice that sort of sounds like Brendon." He said.
"Well I can't sing though." I said. He rolled his eyes and said
"Please, your probably a great singer." He said.
"Why can't you just sing?" I said, my anger rising.
"Dude, I can't sing panic songs. Just do it." He said. I glared at him and he glared back. My phone went off and I saw I had a text from my dad.
"Get your ass home no!" Well s**t, today's just going to suck isn't it?
"I... I have to go home." I said before rushing out the door. I basically ran home, almost passed out from heat and I quickly ran up to my porch. I sucked in a well needed breath and slowly opened the door. I saw my dad sitting on the couch drinking beer and smoking weed. I walked inside and he turned to me. He glared at me before getting up and coming over to me.
"Hey faggot, where were you?" He asked.
"Working on a school project." I said nervously. He glared at me before back handing me across the face. I screamed and fell back. That's going to leave a bruise... He then kicked me in the side repeatedly and soon enough I was coughing up blood. "That'll teach you, I'm going to the bar." He said before leaving me. I felt the hot tears run down my face as I got up slowly. I limped up the stairs and went into my bathroom.
I then got out my true friend, my razor.
I slashed at my arms until all I could see was red. I then washed up and felt relieved after I was done. I then went to my bed and slowly cried myself to sleep.
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