A knock scares Evan awake. Jonathan lay on his lower half, Blue curled up in a ball beside him. Evan shimmies his way out of his love, and he rushes to the door. He pulls the door open slowly, without looking through the eyehole. Big mistake. “Miss Shuman?” Evan questions, trying to hide the poison in his voice. The woman throws the mail at him through the small crack of the door. He guesses that she could hear the poison. “So, you’re Mr. Dennis’s lover? Hm?” She spits at him and she pushes the door open. Evan stumbles backwards, knocking a picture off of the wall. The picture shatters, waking up Jon. The photograph of Evan shatters, the photograph Jonathan took of Evan when he turned on the party lights. Miss Shuman jumps onto Evan, making him fall down onto the picture. “What the fuck is going on?” The photographer questions. Miss Shuman, or Ruby starts choking Evan. His face turns red, but he pushes her off in time. “Holy shit,” he exhales. Jonathan grabs her before she can run out. “I’m posting those fucking pictures,” she spits in Jonathan’s face. “BE MY GUEST!” Evan shouts from the floor. He stands up, glass pieces falling from his hand. Jonathan gives him a concerning look, before he can say anything Evan stops him, “I’ll be fine. I’ll just wrap it up for now.” He goes to the kitchen sink and picks out the extra pieces of glass. “So, Miss Shuman, why can’t you move on?”

“Because, I liked you before this faggot did.” Jonathan frowns at her choice of words. “Well, I never liked you. I’m gay Miss Shuman, do you know what that means?” Jonathan grabs her by the chin. She turns away from him. “Now, I suggest if you want to keep your job, I’d stop coming up here and harassing my boyfriend and I. And if you try anything else against us, especially my model here, I’ll tell the police, and if they don’t do anything… I sure as hell will.” Before Jonathan pushes Miss Shuman out Evan grabs the mail and shoves it into her arms. In usion before Jonathan closes the door, the couples says, “Stay the fuck away.” The door shuts on Ruby’s face.

“Jesus fuck,” Evan curses and flops onto the couch, his hand wrapped up and with a bag of frozen peas. “Did you get all the glass out?” Jonathan questions. Evan groans, “Probably not. Could you look at it?” The photographer- scratch that- doctor grabs tweezers from the bathroom and unwraps his model’s hand. While Jonathan pulls the extra pieces from Evan, their phones blow up on the coffee table. Ironically, both their phones are on silent. As if there were a camera, it zooms into the screen of Evan’s, a message from their friend Tyler appears. “The fuck is this Evan?” More than one notification appears onto the boys’ phones. Evan gasps in pain as Jonathan pulls out a longer piece of glass. “I’m sorry baby,” he whispers. Another message appears, but on Jonathan’s phone. “She fucking did it dude! Fans are going fucking crazy! All of them all already hating on Vanoss, and guessing the dude is you!” A message from CaRtOoNz. Another piece of glass is pulled out, another message appears, “Evan is this really you in the picture?” A question from Moo. More glass, more messages. Every wince Evan makes, every hate comment is being posted.

“Jesus Christ, disgusting!”

“The fuck is this shit?”

“Wow, is that actually Vanoss?”

“Now we know why he doesn’t post often!”

“Who’s the new “friend”? Lmao.”

Finally Evan’s phone rings. The vibration against the glass coffee table scares Blue. He scurries away. Evan hops off. Answering the phone with his non-bleeding hand. “Hello?”

A soft sigh is heard over the other line. Evan steps away from Jonathan. “Who is this?” Another sigh. “Evan, is it true what is spreading on the internet dear?” The younger man nearly drops his phone, and his breathing. Jonathan jumps up and runs over to him. Noticing the look on his face, he knows something is up. “M-Mom?” Evan’s voice is suddenly shaky. He walks back over to the couch and plops down, Jonathan sitting beside him. Their hands lock together as Evan awaits the rant from his mother. “Evan, your father and I have seen a certain photo on the internet.”

“Oh my- Mom I’m so sorry you guys had to see that! I understand if you don’t support me- I uh-”

“Evan! I fully support you. Your father will need some time. Seeing a photo of you and your partner “doing stuff” isn’t a really good way of telling us. I’m only mad dear because you didn’t tell us earlier.”

“I’m sorry Mom… I’ve just been…” Evan trails off, looking at Jonathan. His wonderful blue eyes and soft brown hair, “I’ve been afraid, but now I’m not. Thanks to a lot of people.” Evan leans his head onto Jonathan’s shoulder.

“Well, I want to meet this wonderful man of yours. Just because you’re farther away from us, doesn’t mean you can’t tell us anything Evan. Please, tell us anything. We’re your parents. We’ll love you no matter what…” Evan’s mother drifts away from the phone, tears streaming down her face. Evan’s eyes threaten him with the waterworks, and he accepts the threat. “I miss you Mom…” he sobs into the phone. Jonathan rubs his shoulders and kisses him on the side of the head. “I miss you too Evan. We both miss you. We love you Evan.”

Evan smiles, his tears sliding down his face and over his dimples, “I love you guys too.” He hangs up and throws his phone onto the coffee table. He rubs Jonathan’s thigh and kisses him hard. He jumps off the couch and wipes away the tears. He rushes over to his guitar case and pulls out his beauty.

“What are you doing?” The clown questions his boyfriend’s actions. Evan smirks, “I’m going to show the world how gay I really am,” he takes a dramatic pauses, “with music.”

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