uhhhhh ok so a few things:

1) the big italicized paragraphs are flashbacks, though i think that's relatively obvious.

2) someone needs to choose for me: Brock or Brian?

3) also (after reading this i guess) what do yall tinks gonna happen?? im kinda interested in what yall be thinking :0

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“So… you saw me punch a flame? Why the fuck would I do that?”

Evan chuckles, setting the tray of hospital food down in front of Jon. He pushes Jonathan's spoon closer to his face. “Eat your food and I'll tell you what happened. But only if you eat.”

Jon narrows his eyes (which Evan finds absolutely adorable) and silently begins to eat the crappy hospital food.

“You take Bryce,” Jonathan had said, putting an unconscious Bryce into Evan's arms. “I gotta have a damn word with this fire fucker, thinking he can hurt my damn friends!”

Evan does as asked, carrying Bryce away from the now collapsed dorm and flaming rubble. The air is thick with smoke, the sky tinged a faint orange with flames. He coughs and flaps his wings, doing his best to clear the smoke away. All it does is swirl the smoke around, dust and dirt joining the air.

He coughs. The smoke makes him wish he could fly up, but then the strange fire creature would probably try to shoot him down…

Evan decides to not fly into the sky. He takes Bryce over to where some teachers and other students are fussing over those who were hurt or wounded, handing him off to some lady who seemed very worried about him. He had been about to ask if there was anything they needed when he hears an all-too familiar voice.

“FUCK OFF ME YOU DAMN HOOCHIE! STOP TRYIN’ TO LIGHT MY FUCKIN’ GODDAMN PANTS- FUCK!”

Evan had panicked. Why the fuck is Delirious trying to fight some mystical fire spirit? When Jon said he was gonna have a word with the spirit, Evan thought he was just gonna throw some water at it and leave!

He runs back towards where he-

“What do you mean ‘you didn't think I'd fight it?’ What else does that mean?!” Jonathan interrupts him with surprisingly little shame. Well, it's good to know he willingly defends his past self’s acts.

Evan sighs. “I don't know, Delirious, I was panicking. Can I continue?”

“Yes,” Jonathan says innocently. “You may continue.”

He runs back towards where he had left Jonathan. To his horror, he sees Jonathan standing in front of the thing, two fists out and looking ready to fight.

And then, as if it's the most normal thing in existence, he runs up and punches the flame. Jonathan screeches in pain. His fist is on fire. He puts out the fire, and then sees Evan.

“Evan! Help me or some shit!”

Evan frowns. “Just leave it be! It'll leave eventually!”

Jonathan's response is to shoot a ball of water at it. The water evaporates on contact with the flames, the spirit not affected at all. Evan runs into the smoke and grabs Jon's hand, desperately trying to pull him away. This is so, so stupid and he's gonna get hurt and die but-

“Stop criticising me, dammit!” Jonathan pouts at Evan.

Evan can't help but laugh. “Oh hush. I'm just telling you how I saw it all go down.”

“You're so stupid, oh my god,” Evan says, pulling Jon away from the fight. “This isn't gonna work! You can't just-”

“RUN BITCH!” Jonathan suddenly shoves Evan away with a harsh push to the shoulder, Evan stumbling away in confusion. The confusion fades as soon as something crashes into the ground, right where he had been standing.

“Jon? Jonathan!” Evan turns around to find his boyfriend-

“Boyfriend?! Since when were we boyfriends?!”

Evan groans in frustration. “Stop interrupting me and I'll tell you after I finish!”

“That doesn't make sense!” Jonathan gives him an accusatory glare, crossing his arms and setting his spoon down.

Evan now has the sudden urge to slap the pretty boy in front of him. He doesn't, though, because that's kinda rude. “Yes it does, dumbass! Now, where was-”

“You were lookin’ for me after the- the damn thing tried to murder us.”

He sighs, shoving the spoon back into Jon's mouth. “Okay. I'll continue, but if you interrupt me one more time I'm stopping.”

He's fighting the fucking fire with his magic. Okay, that's normal and all but where did his shoes go? Oh wait, that's them burning in the corner.

Evan flies up into the air, having to dodge balls of fire and random globs of water as he makes a two second flight to Jonathan. He'd love to help, but his powers don't give him much fighting ability…

“Jon! Watch out!” Evan tries to bat away some flaming piece of debris and-

"So what happened?! Did I die?!"

Evan gives up on holding himself back, reaching over and smacking Jonathan with the spoon that fell out of his mouth. "You're such a shitty listener, Delirious. Now I'm not gonna finish the story," he announces smugly, crossing his arms and pretending to be mad as he turns his head away.

"Whaat?! Nooooo! You can't just-"

"You summoned a tiny hurricane or some spooky shit like that at the fire thing, slamming it into the ground and putting out half the burning building at the same time. The fire thing also got put out and flew off into the night, then your clumsy ass got crushed by a falling beam. That's literally it," Tyler says casually as he walks into the room. He snatches the poor, unfortunate plastic spoon and begins to eat Jonathan's food. "Ooh, both overcooked and undercooked. My favorite. Also, why did you call him your boyfriend, Evan? You guys aren't dating... right?"

Evan laughs nervously as all eyes are suddenly turned to him. Even if it's only two people, it makes him feel embarrassed and a bit awkward. He shrugs his shoulders. "I dunno... I like to think that we're unofficial boyfriends, you know?"

Delirious raises an eyebrow. "Unofficial boyfriends? Since when?"

"Since now," Evan says with a surprising amount of courage. "We are officially unofficial boyfriends."

This makes Jonathan smile, with a certain look in his eyes that leaves Evan's heart pounding and his face blushing in all the right ways. "Yeah," he says, taking hold of Evan's hand. "We're damn boyfriends. Unofficially."

They look into each other's eyes. Evan never did think it about it too much, but Jonathan is quite handsome. A nice jawline, pretty freckles all over his face and big, playful blue eyes that are always so full of excitement...

He'll look great in a suit and tie at their wedding. After that Jon can carry him off into the sunset, into a new house where they can live out their lives together, forever and ever. Jon can go get some sexy job for sexy motherfuckers like him, and Evan can chill at home and make some sweet tunes all day long. Maybe he'll even care for their fur-babies. They'll probably adopt some animals, he's sure of it. A dog and a cat or two. Are raccoons considered adoptable animals? Maybe if it's a rescue raccoon, and boy would Jon love that, it would be just like having a son...

"Gee, hate to interrupt the dick sucking fest over here but Bryce needs attention down the hall and neither of his boyfriends are anywhere to be found," Tyler groans. He crosses his arms and glares down at the (kinda) couple. "Evan, come help me hunt down someone else to give him attention for me. I don't wanna listen to his cheeky little giggles anymore."

They both look at Tyler, then back at each other, and laugh.

"You have a soft spot for him, don't deny it Tyler," Jonathan teases. "You just hate him because he beats you at Mario Kart."

"Shut the fuck up," is Tyler's response. He grabs Evan by the arm and lifts him up with ease, chair and all. "Since you guys aren't official boyfriends, I am not obliged to let you shitheads have a kiss goodbye. So come find someone to pay attention to Bryce with me."

Even if it isn't a (proper) kiss, Evan finds himself making kissy faces at Jonathan the entire way down the hall, until a passing nurse finally closes the door.