Evan was super excited for his first day with Jonathan. He could hardly fall asleep the night before. He already liked Jonathan; he was kind, funny, and very understanding. Jonathan even inspired him to talk to his friends again, and play a little bit. 

"Hey, Evan! It's only been a month!" His friend Tyler states. Evan visibly rolls his eyes waiting for a comment from someone else. 

"So, who's all playing today?"

Tyler takes a sip of his water and looks at the monitor, "Well, Brock should be here, along with Craig and Ohm, oh, and Anthony."

"Alright," Evan thought they were missing someone who'd usually play prop hunt with them. 

"Is Delirious going to play? Or Brian?" Evan's genuinely curious. 

"Brian said he had a small cold and wanted to relax and Delirious said something about his first day of work. A new job I guess."

"I hope it goes well, and Brian feels better." 

"Me too." Tyler opens his mouth to say more, but nothing comes out. 

"That's kind of a coincidence; today's my first day of work as well." The owl scoffs and takes a sip of his own water. 

The two chat until the other four show up. Evan has to go to work at night, so his sleeping schedule will be all kinds of fucked up. He should be used to this though, from playing video games before. 

All the guys enjoyed the gameplay and Evan even recorded. He thought about making a video about his lack of content, but was it worth it? He'd just tell his subscribers that he was getting too old, but that sounded too... Evan couldn't find a way to word it, but he knew it would be easier for him to just disappear than to make a whole big deal out of it. 

"There's only 15 seconds left Brock!" Tyler shouts while he spectates his friend as a trash can bin hiding in the corner of an office. Evan scurries behind the moving trash can. Brock has no idea his friend is right behind him. With 4 seconds left Evan shoots his friend. "NO!" Brock screeches while his partners laugh. It was now Anthony, Ohm, and Evans' turn to hide. 

Time seemed to fly by as the men nearly played 30 rounds of the game. Evan had to get lunch and get ready for tonight. Should he dress up? His definition of dress up would be to go through his closet for a few hours and pick out something. Evan had tons of nice clothing that he chose not to wear. He could mix it up tonight. 

"Alrighty guys, I have to get ready for work. I'll talk later." Evan says his goodbye. The guys groan while roaming around on GTA and messing with the authorities.  

"See ya next month Evan." A smart remark from Tyler as he blows up Anthony's cheap vehicle. The guys all chuckle as Evan signs off and takes Tyler's remark as a goodbye. 

He shuts everything down and makes his way to the kitchen. He pulls out a box of leftover pizza from the oven and pours himself a glass of Mountain Dew; reminding him of the encounter him and Jonathan had. He chuckles and sits at his own island counter by himself. He runs his fingers through his hair and takes a bite of the slightly warm pizza. He stares at the pattern on his kitchen counter, never understanding the design. He liked it though, the whole black and white theme. 

After chugging down his food he checks the time and runs back to his room. He feels so powerful and spoiled as soon as he walks into his closet. His walk-in closet. Was is weird for a man to have his own walk-in closet? No, plenty of superheros had them, he was BatOwl. Evan chuckles to himself and flicks on the light to the closet. "Alright, what to wear, what to wear...?" 

Music blares through the apartment of the new model. Clothing is thrown throughout the large closet. He's very picky with every outfit, even though all of is looks awesome on him. He wanted to look perfect, but for who? For what? Evan finds a tight black sweater. He throws it on and realizes the it's a turtleneck. "Fuck." He mumbles, but then finds himself in the mirror. Maybe if he added his glasses he'd look like Steve Jobs. The brown eyes roll in frustration. He was acting like a teenage girl getting ready for a normal day of school. 

He snaps out of it and grabs two random things from his closet. He slips on the clothing and just goes with it. No man would ever contemplate about clothing for this long. He slides on his glasses;  he had no time to put in contacts. 

"I love your outfit today Mr. Fong." The lady at the front desk gives Evan a cheeky smile. 

"Wow, uh, thanks!" He says quickly before hopping onto the elevator. 

While moving up Evan spots himself in the reflection of the metal doors on the elevator. He did like his outfit. He was wearing a yellow shirt with a little planet at the breast and black skinny jeans. His hair was flipped back from his usual habit of running his fingers through it, and his glasses topped it off, along with his white Converse. 

After observing himself for a good minute or so, he finally gets off the elevator. He approaches the same black door. Again, when he goes to knock the door opens itself. 

"Are you ready Evan?" Jonathan finishes up a few touches to the set up. There's a black "wall" behind one of his vintage blue chairs. Evan's heartbeat picks up from excitement. 

"Yeah. 100% ready." Jonathan grabs Evan on the wrist and pulls him to the little photo shoot. His hands are warm on Evan's cold wrist. The blue eyed man gestures towards the chair, "Take a seat." Evan awkwardly walks over and sits on the chair. 

"You aren't waiting to meet the president Evan; don't act so proper." Jonathan critics him from behind his camera. Evan turns slightly in the chair. Jonathan laughs and walks out from behind the camera and to Evan. "Here, mind if I adjust you?" Evan shakes his head, not able to speak properly. Jonathan grabs under his thigh and throws his leg over the arm of the chair. The owl finally realizes what he's supposed to do. Evan spreads his legs; one on the arm of the chair, and the other dangling above the ground. Evan slouches and rest his head on his hand. 

"Perfect." Jonathan smiles and runs back behind the camera. The camera clicks a few times and Evan turns his head and looks out the window. "Fucking beautiful." The excitement rises in the photographer's voice. "Your jawline is perfect." The comment slips out of Jonathan's mouth. "Sorry, getting carried away." Jonathan laughs and takes a few more photos. Evan only chuckles. "Hold on! Keep smiling! Laughing!" Jonathan takes a few more pictures, his excitement making Evan laugh. He hasn't laughed this hard since he's played Grand Theft Auto with Delirious. Yet, he still hasn't put two and two together yet. His best friend was right in front of him taking photos and commenting on his appearance. 

Jonathan again runs up to Evan and adjusts him. He runs his fingers through the other man's black hair. Evan should be uncomfortable with this, but he enjoys the feeling. Jonathan shakes his head and ruffles his model's hair. It falls a little over Evan's forehead. Jonathan then takes the glasses off of Evan, "Here, pretend to bite on the ends of these." Evan had enough vision to see what he was doing. He did as told and felt very... attractive doing it. He also felt something else growing inside. Maybe it was the leftover pizza he ate. Evan's thoughts stop there as Jonathan sighs; satisfied. 

"Okay, tomorrow just wear whatever."

"Okay. Like today?"

"Yeah, but this time I'm planning your outfit." Jonathan smirks and looks at Evan sitting on the chair in the same position. He loved his innocence, and how he smiled. Jonathan knew he shouldn't be feeling this way. 

"Alright." Evan finally says, breaking their quiet staring contest. 

Jonathan offers Evan to stay for dinner, but Evan feels as if it would be weird of him to eat with his new boss. Then again, it'd be rude for him to decline. "Sure," Evan shyly smiles. 

It was the very first day of an official shoot and Evan was already friendly with his photographer, boss, whatever. Little did he know, he was already best friends with this person in a totally different environment. 

*** 

H2O Delirious? More like H2O Photolirious! 

Ahahaha. 

Terrible joke I know. 

- H.C