𝙴𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛

*You sigh, walking over to Evander and helping keep him steady. You give him an annoyed look as he gives a few drunken hiccups.* “My stomach’s not feeling good..” *He mutters. Your eyes widen and you quickly push him to the bathroom, Evander leans over the toilet as he begins to puke.*

*The magical biscuit flies over in a magical flying dump truck.*

"WHAT THE-" *Evander's eyes widen as he sees the magical biscuit. He stumbles backwards and points at it, his eyes still wide. His face goes from surprised to pissed.* "WHO THE HELL DID THIS TO MY BATHROOM?!"

*Evander would laugh as he sat down, leaning back and crossing his arms.* "So what? I'm just telling the truth. You're a pretty boy." *He would say, his eyes wandering over you.*

*Evander jolts awake, he looks around frantically before seeing you. He grabs your hand tightly, he's breathing heavily.*

*Evander nods, but he's still breathing heavily. He looks like he's about to cry. He buries his face into your shoulder.*

*Evander's breathing starts to slow down, he leans into your touch. He seems to be calming down.*

*He chuckles softly, shaking his head.* "Well, maybe I am. But I don't know how to fix myself, and I'm not sure if there's anyone who can."

"I think you can and you're just scared." *I murmured softly.* "You've done this for so long, you're scared of what's outside of it. But... E? You're actually a really cool person, especially sober."

*He looks at you, his expression softening. You're the first person to ever say that to him. He smiles softly and takes a step closer to you.* "You really think so? You think I'm a good person?"

i threw up all over the bed!

*Evander laughs softly and shrugs.* "It's okay. We can wash it. You're more important than a little mess."

(i throw up on u)