“Evan, come on. I don’t want to be late,” Sebastian said with a sigh.

                “Oh, we’re already late. Besides, it’s just Murphy,” I said as I pulled my shirt on and checked my hair in the mirror. God damn I looked sexy!

                “Sebastian! Come see how sexy I look!” I called to him.

                Sebastian came into my bedroom and raised an eyebrow at me. “Yes, you look sexy. Can we please leave now?”

                I pouted at him. “Don’t be a jerk, Sebby.”

                His lips twitched and he took a deep breath to keep calm. “I’m not being a jerk, Evander.”

                “OH GIRL, YOU WENT THERE!” I cried angrily, snapping in a Z-formation at him. “That is so it Sebastian Hingerdingerdurgen Amsel! We’re through!”

                “Kristof. My middle name is Kristof. It’s really not that complicated,” Sebastian said, coming over to me and wrapping his arms around my wait, pulling me close. “And you know we’re not through.” He kissed me deeply.

                “No we are not,” I mumbled against his lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again.

                Sebastian pulled away and grabbed my hand. “Now come on,” he said, tugging me out of my bedroom.

                “Evan, you are such a girl. You take forever to get ready,” my mom said as Sebastian pulled me through the living room.

                “Shut up mother! I do not take forever to get ready!” I said, narrowing my eyes at her.

                “Maybe we’ll start being stricter, like Sebastian’s parents. I met them at the open house and I highly doubt they would tolerate their son telling them to shut up,” dad said, sitting on the couch reading a book.

                “Yea, well, Sebastian’s parents don’t suck at cooking like you losers do,” I said, grabbing Sebastian’s hand and running out of the house with him before my mom and dad could strangle me to death.

                Sebastian sighed as we got in his car. He pulled out of the driveway and took off towards Murphy’s house.

                “Oh Evan. My parents would murder me if I ever spoke disrespectfully towards them,” he said.

                “Yea, but your parents are the strict ones that no kid ever wants,” I pointed out.

                “Well, I’d like to think that I turned out alright thanks to my mom and dad,” Sebastian said, pulling into Murphy’s driveway.

                “Mmm, yes you did,” I said, winking at him and placing my hand on his thigh.

                “It’s Saint Patrick’s day, so you will be getting lucky, but not right now,” Sebastian said, pulling my hand off of his leg and getting out of the car.

                “Rude,” I grumbled, copying him.

                We went up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Mrs. O’Doherty answered and smiled at us cheerfully.

                “Hello boys!” she said and let us into the house.

                We followed her upstairs to the kitchen. Murphy and Rory were sitting in the living room with Queen Bitch Cecilia and the friggin’ brat Liam.

                “Sebastian!” Liam yelled joyfully, jumping off of the couch and launching into Sebastian’s arms. He giggled and smiled up at Sebastian. “It’s Saint Patrick’s day, Sebastian! Mom and dad are letting me drink soda all day!”

                “Oh! Speaking of which! Here you boys go, and Liam, here’s your refill,” Mrs. O’Doherty said, coming over to us. She handed Liam a cream soda in a glass bottle, and handed beer to me and Sebastian.

                “Thank you Mrs. O’Doherty,” Sebastian said and led me over to the couch. We sat down together and he wrapped an arm around my waist.

                “Beer? Holy shit Murph! Your mom just gave underage kids beer!” I whisper-screamed.

                “She does that every year, Evan. You’ve just never been to our house on Saint Patrick’s day,” Murphy said, Sebastian, Murphy, and Cecilia nodding.

                I narrowed my eyes at him and Cecilia suspiciously. “Oh, I get it. You guys are trying to get Sebastian drunk so that you can screw his brains out without him even remembering. I’M ON TO YOU POTATO LOVING BASTARDS!”

                “Evan, I’ve been coming here for Saint Patrick’s day every year since I moved to America,” Sebastian said with a sigh. “I’ve never gotten drunk, and I’ve never been forced into intercourse. Will you calm down? Murphy, Liam, and Cecilia are not trying to take me away from you. I promise.” He kissed me and took a sip of his beer.

                I snatched the beer from him and bonked him on the head with it, glaring at him. “Stop it right now, mister! You’re German. Clearly you can’t handle alcohol.”

                “That makes absolutely no sense,” he said, taking the beer back and rubbing his head where I had hit him. “Now please behave, Evander.”

                I slapped my hands over my ears. “LA-LA-LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU THAT’S NOT MY NAME LA-LA-LA SEBASTIAN IS BEING A BUTT HEAD TO ME TODAY LA-LA-LA.”

                “His real name is Evander?” Cecilia asked. Sebastian nodded and she rolled her eyes. “Well, he has a really cool and interesting name. But his personality is just obnoxious and immature.”

                “And you’re a dirty whore,” I said with a shrug.

                I glanced over and smiled. “Rory!” I cried, waving in his face. “Hi Rory! Hi! Rory! Hell! Hey there Rory! Hi!”

                Rory smacked my hand away and glared at me. “Will you shut up? You are so annoying,” he snapped.

                “Well, I have to be nice to you today. You’re Irish, and it’s a day for Irish people. Otherwise you’ll send Leprechauns to kidnap me,” I said with a frown.

                “You are so stupid I can’t even handle it,” he groaned.

                “Well at least I’m not fucking someone I’m not even dating,” I scoffed. I slapped a hand over my mouth and my eyes widened. “OH MY GOD I USED THE NAUGHTY F-WORD! AND IN FRONT OF A CHILD! Wait, I don’t like Liam. But still. I USED A BAD WORD BECAUSE YOU’RE A SLUT RORY!” I smacked him in the face.

                Sebastian pulled me away and caught Rory’s wrist as he reached to hit me back. Sebastian sighed and shook his head at Rory.

                “I’m going to ask that you please don’t hit him Rory. I know he deserves it, but it will still upset me,” he said, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my cheek.

                “Rory and Yolanda, sitting in a tree, f-u-c-k-i-n-g,” I sang.

                “Her name is Andrea,” Rory said, sipping on his beer. “And yea, I’ve fucked the hell out of her a couple of times. Want to hear about my sex life Evan? You know, since you’re constantly telling me about yours, I figure I should return the favor.”

                “NO OH MY GOD YOU’RE SO UGLY I CAN’T EVEN IMAGINE YOU WITHOUT CLOTHES ON EW STOP IT,” I cried in horror. “I am telling your mother, Rory Connor Kelly!”

                Rory smirked and shrugged, drinking more of his beer. Murphy sighed and pulled his hands away from Liam’s ears.

                “Can we talk about something that’s appropriate with my little brother around?” he asked, rolling his eyes at us.

                “I want to sit with Sebastian,” Liam said, jumping off of Murphy’s lap and wandering over to us.

                “Yea, and I want a best friend who doesn’t look like he got beat in the face with a truck several times. But we don’t always get what we want,” I said, shoving Liam away and jumping into Sebastian’s lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stuck my tongue out at Liam.

                Liam gripped my arms and yanked them away from Sebastian’s neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me so that I crashed onto the floor.

                “Ow…my dignity…” I groaned.

                “Liam! Did you just beat up a boy twice your size?” Mr. O’Doherty asked, coming out and spotting me on the floor.

                “Yes I did daddy. Because he’s stupid and pathetic,” Liam said cheerfully, hopping onto Sebastian’s lap and flashing an innocent smile at his father.

                “That’s my boy,” Mr. O’Doherty said proudly and left the room.

                “I hate the Irish. All of them. Potato loving, alcoholic bastards,” I grumbled.

                Sebastian stood up, setting Liam down. He bent down and pulled me up and into his arms. He sat down with me and smiled.

                “As long as you don’t hate Germans,” he said, smirking and kissing me.

                “Germans are fantastic,” I said, getting lost in Sebastian’s eyes as he pressed his forehead against mine and kissed me again.

                “I love you Evan. And I promise that once we get back to my house, I’ll make you forget all about the mean Irishmen,” he said, his smirk getting wider.

                “I knew I loved Saint Patrick’s day,” I groaned as he kissed my neck.

                “Well, cheers to the fact that Evan is not one of the Irish,” Murphy said, holding up his beer.

                “Hey!” I whined.

                “Cheers to that,” Rory said.

                I pouted as everyone clanked their beer glasses together and drank. Sebastian chuckled and hugged me, kissing me.

                “I love you. Cheer up,” he whispered.

                I sighed and smiled at Sebastian, taking a drink of my beer. My smile dissolved into a smirk at the look in Sebastian’s eyes. Oh, I would be getting very lucky tonight indeed. I knew I loved Saint Patrick’s day!            

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A.N.- Happy Saint Patrick's Day everyone! I just figured that I'd give you guys a little Evan and Sebastian ;3