“Jonathan! Weston's here!” Jenny shouts as Weston walks through the front door with a rose and a dark tux with an orange bow tie. Upstairs the young clown’s nerves race. He smiles at himself in the mirror and walks out of his room.

Downstairs everyone waits for the young Delirious. Everything seems to be in slow motion picture. Weston’s dark eyes gazingly stare at his prom date. His soft brown hair glows in the living room light, along with his blue eyes. The brown eyes move down to the midnight blue suit on the junior. Down the sleeves to the pale, black finger-painted nails. The dark nails crawl down the railing of the stairs. Blue eyes meet brown and both hearts melt. “You look dashing,” the older boy complements. Jonathan’s face goes red, “Thank you. You look amazing as well. I can’t believe we’re going together.”

“I’m super glad we are. I wouldn’t want to spend my last prom with anyone else,” Weston smiles and grabs Jonathan’s hand. He hands the flower to his boyfriend and he smells it, a smile crawling across his face. “Are you ready?” Weston asks his date with a warming smile. The clown nods, dimples appearing with the smile attached. After a few pictures, the teenagers finally leave for prom.

The night was wonderful for Jonathan. He’s never felt so much love before; and it was genuine! That’s what he thought though. A few weeks when summer would arrive Weston would break the poor boy’s heart.

The men continue staring at each other, no words, no movements, just dropped jaws and strong eye contact. Luke looks at the both of them, “Are y’all alright?” The brown eyes search both pairs of eyes. He rubs his beard and shrugs, “Welp, good luck Delirious, hope y’all have fun!” CaRtOoNz pushes Delirious out and slams the door. He heavily sighs and walks into the kitchen for the hidden owl.

Jonathan’s mouth moves, but no words come out. Weston tries moving his hands, but again, nothing. “Fuck,” finally comes out of the clown’s mouth. Mixed feelings were flying through him, like multiple ghosts trying to possess him at once; angry, happy, ashamed, humorous, morose, etc. Weston watches these multiple expressions go over his date’s face. “What’s wrong?” He chokes out. Delirious whips his head around, “What’s wrong?! You left me years ago and now… now you’re back!” Weston frowns and steps back from the angry raccoon. “You’re still mad?”

“Still mad? You broke my fucking heart Wes! I thought you were the one for me! I planned our fuckin’ wedding! How many children or pets we’d have together!” Delirious admits in a rush and immediately regrets it. “I’m sorry Weston. Wanna go to dinner and talk about it?”

“Hell yes, and I’m sorry too,” he solemnly smiles. Jonathan shares the same smile and suddenly has the urge to kiss him, but for now he links his arm with Weston’s and the walk to his car.

“Where’s your car?” The date questions. Jonathan sighs, “I’ll explain later.”

“What’d you need to talk to me about, Evan?” CaRtOoNz pours a glass of whiskey for both men. Evan sits at the counter like a sad guy at a bar after a break-up. Vanoss grabs the whiskey and takes a small swig from it. He slams it down on the counter, “I think I like Delirious.” Luke nearly drops the whole damn bottle of alcohol on the floor. He still slams it on the counter aggressively, “You fuckin’ what?!” Evan suddenly starts sobbing like a damn baby, “I… I like Delirious!” He groans and rests his head on the cold counter top. Luke sighs and rubs his friend’s shoulder, “Why didn’t you tell him?” The owl pops out from his arm nest, “Because we were making him a date. I don’t wanna ruin that,” he sarcastically states the last part. “You shoulda told him before he accepted Weston’s date.”

“Weston? You know his name?”

“Oh God Evan. You’re gonna hate this part,” Luke sadly smiles at the lovestruck Vanoss.

“I was so worried about tonight,” Delirious admits to his date. Weston smiled understandingly, “You’re still handsome. No matter your size. Speaking of, you look a lil thinner.”

Jonathan scoffs, “Oh, a “lil”? Fuckin’ thanks.”

“You’re still a crabby little bitch aren’t you?” The platinum blond comments. Delirious rolls his eyes and sips on his soda. He stares at Weston as he looks out the window toward the street. His eyes glisten in the small light at the pizzeria.

The lack of conversation kills the raccoon. He looks for something to talk about. Finally, he spots his date’s nose, “What made you get the septum piercing?”

“You honestly,” he smirks, making Jon’s face go red. “Wh...what?”

“After getting my company up I just thought about you all the time.”

“Why? I thought your career was more than me?”

“My career is you Johnny.”

“What the fuck do you mean? What the hell even is your company?”

“It’s clothing for plus-size men.”

“No fucking way…” Jonathan nearly passes out. He didn’t know if he’s angry or happy for him.

“So why the hell is Delirious on a date with this guy if he broke his heart?” Evan questions before finishing his third glass of whiskey. Luke puts away the drink before the owl goes overboard, “Well, we’ll figure that out when he gets back.”

Evan sighs, “You know that saying, or whatever the hell it is?” He hiccups and then continues, “like, if you get back with your childhood boyfriend or girlfriend, like, it lasts forever?” A pained look goes across Vanoss’s face. CaRtOoNz frowns. He thinks of a way to make him feel better, “I don’t think he will. Evan you should tell him tomorrow morning.”

“What? But what if his date went well? I don’t to fuck stuff up for him!”

“Don’t you want him to be with you, Evan?”

“Yes,” he hiccups, “but I also want him to be happy.”

Delirious picks at his stromboli, “A fucking plus-size clothing line for men? That’s fucking awesome?”

“It’s not just for grown men Jon. It’s for younger boys too.”

“Like that store, Torrid, for women.”

“Yeah,” Weston agrees and takes a bite out of his slice of pizza, “I was wondering if you’d want to be a model for it?” Jonathan immediately stops eating, “What? I mean… I’ve got work… ya know… I play video games for a living!” Weston tilts his head, “For a living? Are you a steamer or-?

“YouTuber.”

“Oh, what’s your name?”

“You can’t tell anyone fuckin’ jack Wes, only if I tell you.”

“I promise,” Weston holds out his pinkie finger. The blue eyes roll, but the finger still connects.

“H2O Delirious.”

“No way! I’ve watched him before! I love the guys you play with!” Weston jokes, “Especially that Vanoss guy! Y’all seem close!”

Vanoss… Jonathan thinks and shyly smiles at his date, “Yeah. We are. He’s actually staying at my house to help me.” Weston sets down his fork and his eyebrows furrow, “To help with what?”

“Uh…” the flustered raccoon panics, “Okay… so I got into an accident.”

“How should I tell him CaRtOoNz?” Evan moans like a teenage girl. “I don’t fuckin’ know. Just say it!”

“But,” Evan sobs and somehow acquired another cup of whiskey, “I’m too nervous!”

“Oh my fuckin’ God dude. Honestly I think he likes you too,” the bearded man finally admits. The owl instantly perks up, “What? Really?!”

“Yes, there’s this look in his eyes he used to get around that fuck boy, Weston. While y’all were dancing I saw him look at you with the look in his eyes!”

“No way!” Evan cheered, again like a little girl.

“Why’d you do it on purpose?” Weston’s brown eyes glisten with tears for Jonathan. The clown rubs the tears from his eyes, “Because, I fuckin’ hated myself. I occasionally still do.”

“Is that what Evan’s there for? Is he supposed to help you feel better about yourself?” Delirious’s face goes warm to Weston’s askings.

“You’re so hot!”

“I’d fuck you! Come on now!”

“Your size doesn’t fucking matter!”

Jonathan gasps and tries hiding his face of realization. That’s bad; he shouldn’t be thinking about someone else while on a date.

Later on outside of Jonathan’s house the two ex-boyfriends stand in front of each other. “Well, thanks Weston,” Delirious finally speaks. The pale hand reaches for the doorknob but is stopped by a warm hand on his wrist. He turns around and Weston pushes him against the front door.

Evan drunkenly walks to the front window to see all the ruckus. He almost pulls down the curtain for support. The brown eyes search outside. He spots Delirious and that Weston prick making out. His current glass of whiskey slips from his hand and he falls off of the couch. The owl then smashes into the coffee table of Jonathan’s.

Delirious shoves Weston away from him. A look of pain flashes through the oh-so familiar brown eyes that he does miss kissing each night under the stars. Jonathan groans and pulls him in for another kiss. Then he shoves him away, “Good night Weston.”

Luke runs from the kitchen when Delirious shouts. “What?! What is it Jon-?” CaRtOoNz stops and stares at Delirious trying to stop blood from Evan’s forearm. He’s using napkins from the uninjured table.

Luke sweeps up the broken glass and tries soaking up the whiskey from the carpet. While doing this he watches Jonathan pick up Evan bridal style and carry him up the stairs. He must be hell of a lot better if he’s able to carry another grown man up the steps. Luke sighs and continues scrubbing the floor.

Batcoon places BatOwl in bed and tucks him in. He sneaks downstairs to grab medication he’ll need for the headache in the morning, plus the pain from his wounded arm. Delirious slowly closes the door, staring at Evan the whole time. Once the door is shut the clown starts to make his way downstairs. Suddenly his head starts pounding and his vision gets blurry. He clings onto the railing of the steps and shouts for CaRtOoNz.

“For fucks sake, boy, we’re taking you to the doctor.”

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