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Incorrigible. | #.16 | VANIRIOUSS
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Both men grew silent when one of their phones emitted a buzzing sound, seemingly coming from one of their dufflebags tossed at the outer corner of the small guest room. They shortly glanced at each other, before both straightening their backs and sitting upright. "It can't be mine." Jonathan said softly, shifting his gaze back toward the duo of dufflebags lumped over in a corner. Evan turned his head, his brow furrowed weakly. "Why not?" Another loud crash, hundreds of tiny droplets crashing against the glass windows, causing the 28-year-old man to shudder. "Because I told my peeps about my trip to LA. They know not to bother me with their tedious shit right now." The wind moaned heavily outside, almost close to humming its very own long-stretched ominous lullaby. Evan climbed off the bed, and let the hardwood floor meet his socked feet.
"Aren't you an amazing friend.." The young adult retorted sarcastically, digging around in his bright red bag. He saw Jonathan shrug from the corner of his eye, adjusting himself as he laid down on the bed, legs crossed at his feet, and his arms resting on his abdomen. "I know not having to call any of those bastards if I'm in trouble. So, it's just a matter of returning the favor." The smile on Evan's lips faded when he caught a glimpse of the caller ID now shown on the little screen of his travel phone. With rapid finger movements he was about to check on his voicemail - surprised when a shrill sound echoed and a notification of an incoming message was shown. Gasping, the man dropped down to his knees, the firm grip he had on his phone, now strong enough to spout some thick veins on the back of his hand. Another collection of bright flashing lights reflecting on the surrounding windows, temporarily coloring its surface with an unnatural hue of whites and pinks. Jonathan's head jerked toward the window, but his lingering gaze soon shifted to Evan's slumped over figure. "Ev? You alright, man?"
No reaction, just a blank stare. The blue eyed American jumped up, to rush at his friend and squat down next to him. He tried to peek over Evan's shoulder, to widen his eyes to the Asian-Canadian's sudden movement. A pair of dark eyes were fixed on his own, yet no sign of any possible emotion traceable. The sight of it was somewhat terrifying if Jonathan had to be honest, so he bit his lower lip and studied Evan's facial expressions. Or lack-there-off.. Without any warning, Evan stood upright and ran a hand through his thick, dark locks.
"Evan, just tell me what's up." Jonathan breathed, sitting down cross-legged on the hardwood floor. He wanted to look up at his friend again, but was stopped in his tracks when said man threw his phone in Jonathan's lap. All of this was confusing to say the least, but the 28-year-old decided it would be best to just go with it for now. He trapped his bottom lip with a row of teeth as he searched through Evan's inbox. He lost strength in his lower jaw, mouth falling agape upon finding the text message that had thrown Evan completely off. His eyes quickly traced Evan's pacing frame, watching him shuffle back and forth aimlessly. "Fuck, Ev .."
The image portrayed on the small phone would leave any man in pieces, especially the ones relationship-bound.. Jonathan had always known Evan as a rational thinker, someone that was able to calm himself down in time, to keep himself from making rash decisions and letting anger take them over. Yet Evan seemed to have a harder and harder time doing that, as he seemed to have picked up the pace a bit. His pacing got more intensive, laced with nervousness, all the while underlined with uncertainty and a small color accent of anger.
"Just .. Try to stay calm for now, okay?"
"How can I stay calm after this .. immature and above all, insensitive crap?!"
"That's exactly what that guy wants, dude. To mess you up. Mess with yo' mind. Don't give in to that .. Stand above that shit."
Jonathan shook his head when he saw Evan head for the door, running past him, in an attempt to pull him away. Both men locked eyes for a number of seconds, before Evan broke it and grabbed Jonathan's hoodie, dragging him away from the door, and keeping him from blocking the object with his slender built body.
"What are you planning on doing? Where the fuck are you even going, man?! Ev!" He laid a hand on the 23-year-old's shoulder, increasing his grip. "Look man, if you want to fuck this bitch up, that's fine with me. But you don't do the dirty work yourself, brother." Jonathan flashed one of his trademark grins, turning around so he was facing Evan head on. "If you want to fuck people up, you let others do that for you. Now, calm the fuck down, have a blunt with me or something, because I feel like we have lots to discuss."
- - - -
They both sat in the doorway of the glass slide door leading to the backyard. The weather was still menacing, so they knew that it was probably best to keep their bodies on the inside of the doorway. As the freezing breeze stroked them on the cheek and ran through their dark strands of hair, Jonathan passed his cigarette to Evan. He had hesitated at first, but eventually given in. The waves continued crashing against the sharp surrounding rocks, their emitted sounds peaceful and relaxing, contrary to the stress- and fear inducing rumbling flashes of thunder and lightning occupying the sky.
"I know some people that can track that fool down, if you're up for it." Jonathan spoke softly, and breathed out a puff of smoke, watching it being torn apart and separated by the present air particles. The way the silver moonlight fell onto Jonathan's face, created an intimidating glow adding to the man's known unpredictable and fearsome behaviors and reputation. "Two phone calls with a throw away phone, and the plan will be set in action. Once the deal is complete, we pay the guy and destroy the SIM."
Evan wasn't sure anymore whether Jonathan was being serious or not. And he couldn't care less at this point, if he were to be honest. He felt empty, drained, stripped of his last remnants of confidence. He felt betrayed, abandoned, used, miss-used, abused, even un-used .. He felt like he had lost his purpose. All of this had clouded his mind within a matter of minutes. And he was able to keep shock and reality separated, despite feeling tiredness tugging at his arm, much like an impatient child. He kept reasoning with himself, he felt this wave of negativity due to that text message and the photo attached to it, and not because of any of his own doings. He wasn't the one to be pointing fingers at, he wasn't to blame for this .. Yet it is exactly this 'standing strong', that was so draining, so tiring, so unforgiving and dragging..
"Like I said, I know some people. Jack and YELA would do anything for me." He winked playfully at the frustrated Asian-Canadian, earning him the raising of said man's eyebrow. 'We go a long way back. Let's just say.. I did them a solid favor a long time ago. Time they payed of the debt.." Evan immediately shook his head, handing Jonathan his cigarette back. He let his head rest against the door frame, breathing out another sigh of pure defeat. "I don't want your fucked up criminal friends to kill or hurt someone. I don't want to have something like that plaguing my conscience ..." Jonathan simply shrugged, taking another welcomed dragg of his cigarette. "You decide, man. I can only make an offer." Evan grinned, shaking his head. "This is definitely what I'd call 'an offer I can refuse. No dice."
"Aren't you an amazing friend.." The young adult retorted sarcastically, digging around in his bright red bag. He saw Jonathan shrug from the corner of his eye, adjusting himself as he laid down on the bed, legs crossed at his feet, and his arms resting on his abdomen. "I know not having to call any of those bastards if I'm in trouble. So, it's just a matter of returning the favor." The smile on Evan's lips faded when he caught a glimpse of the caller ID now shown on the little screen of his travel phone. With rapid finger movements he was about to check on his voicemail - surprised when a shrill sound echoed and a notification of an incoming message was shown. Gasping, the man dropped down to his knees, the firm grip he had on his phone, now strong enough to spout some thick veins on the back of his hand. Another collection of bright flashing lights reflecting on the surrounding windows, temporarily coloring its surface with an unnatural hue of whites and pinks. Jonathan's head jerked toward the window, but his lingering gaze soon shifted to Evan's slumped over figure. "Ev? You alright, man?"
No reaction, just a blank stare. The blue eyed American jumped up, to rush at his friend and squat down next to him. He tried to peek over Evan's shoulder, to widen his eyes to the Asian-Canadian's sudden movement. A pair of dark eyes were fixed on his own, yet no sign of any possible emotion traceable. The sight of it was somewhat terrifying if Jonathan had to be honest, so he bit his lower lip and studied Evan's facial expressions. Or lack-there-off.. Without any warning, Evan stood upright and ran a hand through his thick, dark locks.
"Evan, just tell me what's up." Jonathan breathed, sitting down cross-legged on the hardwood floor. He wanted to look up at his friend again, but was stopped in his tracks when said man threw his phone in Jonathan's lap. All of this was confusing to say the least, but the 28-year-old decided it would be best to just go with it for now. He trapped his bottom lip with a row of teeth as he searched through Evan's inbox. He lost strength in his lower jaw, mouth falling agape upon finding the text message that had thrown Evan completely off. His eyes quickly traced Evan's pacing frame, watching him shuffle back and forth aimlessly. "Fuck, Ev .."
The image portrayed on the small phone would leave any man in pieces, especially the ones relationship-bound.. Jonathan had always known Evan as a rational thinker, someone that was able to calm himself down in time, to keep himself from making rash decisions and letting anger take them over. Yet Evan seemed to have a harder and harder time doing that, as he seemed to have picked up the pace a bit. His pacing got more intensive, laced with nervousness, all the while underlined with uncertainty and a small color accent of anger.
"Just .. Try to stay calm for now, okay?"
"How can I stay calm after this .. immature and above all, insensitive crap?!"
"That's exactly what that guy wants, dude. To mess you up. Mess with yo' mind. Don't give in to that .. Stand above that shit."
Jonathan shook his head when he saw Evan head for the door, running past him, in an attempt to pull him away. Both men locked eyes for a number of seconds, before Evan broke it and grabbed Jonathan's hoodie, dragging him away from the door, and keeping him from blocking the object with his slender built body.
"What are you planning on doing? Where the fuck are you even going, man?! Ev!" He laid a hand on the 23-year-old's shoulder, increasing his grip. "Look man, if you want to fuck this bitch up, that's fine with me. But you don't do the dirty work yourself, brother." Jonathan flashed one of his trademark grins, turning around so he was facing Evan head on. "If you want to fuck people up, you let others do that for you. Now, calm the fuck down, have a blunt with me or something, because I feel like we have lots to discuss."
- - - -
They both sat in the doorway of the glass slide door leading to the backyard. The weather was still menacing, so they knew that it was probably best to keep their bodies on the inside of the doorway. As the freezing breeze stroked them on the cheek and ran through their dark strands of hair, Jonathan passed his cigarette to Evan. He had hesitated at first, but eventually given in. The waves continued crashing against the sharp surrounding rocks, their emitted sounds peaceful and relaxing, contrary to the stress- and fear inducing rumbling flashes of thunder and lightning occupying the sky.
"I know some people that can track that fool down, if you're up for it." Jonathan spoke softly, and breathed out a puff of smoke, watching it being torn apart and separated by the present air particles. The way the silver moonlight fell onto Jonathan's face, created an intimidating glow adding to the man's known unpredictable and fearsome behaviors and reputation. "Two phone calls with a throw away phone, and the plan will be set in action. Once the deal is complete, we pay the guy and destroy the SIM."
Evan wasn't sure anymore whether Jonathan was being serious or not. And he couldn't care less at this point, if he were to be honest. He felt empty, drained, stripped of his last remnants of confidence. He felt betrayed, abandoned, used, miss-used, abused, even un-used .. He felt like he had lost his purpose. All of this had clouded his mind within a matter of minutes. And he was able to keep shock and reality separated, despite feeling tiredness tugging at his arm, much like an impatient child. He kept reasoning with himself, he felt this wave of negativity due to that text message and the photo attached to it, and not because of any of his own doings. He wasn't the one to be pointing fingers at, he wasn't to blame for this .. Yet it is exactly this 'standing strong', that was so draining, so tiring, so unforgiving and dragging..
"Like I said, I know some people. Jack and YELA would do anything for me." He winked playfully at the frustrated Asian-Canadian, earning him the raising of said man's eyebrow. 'We go a long way back. Let's just say.. I did them a solid favor a long time ago. Time they payed of the debt.." Evan immediately shook his head, handing Jonathan his cigarette back. He let his head rest against the door frame, breathing out another sigh of pure defeat. "I don't want your fucked up criminal friends to kill or hurt someone. I don't want to have something like that plaguing my conscience ..." Jonathan simply shrugged, taking another welcomed dragg of his cigarette. "You decide, man. I can only make an offer." Evan grinned, shaking his head. "This is definitely what I'd call 'an offer I can refuse. No dice."
Fuck it, Dee .. You're gonna fuck that dude's shit up,
with or without Evan's consent.
English is not my native tongue. Keep that in mind! <<
This is a fanfiction. Also keep that shit in mind.
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with or without Evan's consent.
English is not my native tongue. Keep that in mind! << This is a fanfiction. Also keep that shit in mind._____________________________________________
Thank you so much for reading, leaving comments & even clicking that 'favorite' button!
-- The lovely cover art is by the very talented
Go check out their gallery & show this artist some support!
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MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER DEE, YOU GOT THIS