Regrets (H20Vanoss) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 22 - Regrets

Evan POV

I knew I shouldn't have, but something told me that he needed it and it just felt so right to do.

I heard the front door close and the sound of him walking away. Now here I am, sitting on the end of his bed. Tears slowly making their way down my face.

So many things just happened. Not just the realization that Tyler is still alive, but I haven't given any form of human interaction that was a gesture of comfort. Sure, he gently helped me out of the chair in the basement very softly...but giving a hug to someone....especially him, just makes me feel so happy.

But now he's gone.

What was I thinking? Its fucking Jonathan were talking about. The kid who grew up rough, was bullied and hasn't probably had a hug in....who knows. Then again, who am I to say when the last time was. All I can use as defense is the rumors that constantly floated around him, some even created by myself.

Tears poured down my face and my hands began to shake violently. I fucked up, I fucked up real bad. What if he never comes back? What if he turns cold and hurts me? What am I gonna do?

Standing up from the bed I brought my hands up to my face, pacing around the room. I was about to hit something but I stopped when I heard the front door open.

Fear engulfed my body as I remembered what he did to Smitty. The sound of footsteps grew louder. Stopping at the bedroom door. The door knob slowly turned and creaked open. Jonathan was standing on the other side, shoulders dropped and stains from tears on his face.

"What do you do to me" He sniffled. I expected everything but this.

I gave no answer and just stood perfectly still. Eyes wide as I stared at the broken man. He started to sob and my face softened. Never once have i seen him this way, he's always been emotionless and a complete badass.

No, please don't cry. Be mad at me, hit me. I don't care, just don't cry.

I took light steps toward him, stopping in the moonlight just before him.

"Jonathan?" I whispered "Jon?"

He picked his head up and looked at me. His eyes displaying the years of pain he's reliving in his mind. Quick and smoothly he wraps his arms around me and engulfs my smaller stature in another hug. My instincts told me to stay still and not do anything, but my emotions told me to return the hug. And that's what I did. I wrapped my arms around him.

He stopped crying and just stood there, holding me. Beginning to grow tired I started to back up. With him refusing to let me go, I just continued to hold him. We walked together to the bed. He let go and took off his sweater. Crawling into bed he wrapped his arms around my waist and we put our foreheads together. For once in a long time, I fell asleep like it was nothing.

I woke up to the blinding light shining through the curtain. I felt a substantial amount of warmth coming from behind me, as well as something heavy across my waist. I began to remember what happened the past night.

Hug....Him leaving....Him coming back....

Turning my head I saw Jonathan sleeping peacefully, I took the opportunity to study his features. They were so symmetrical and made him even more attractive. But I was missing his blue eyes.

He stirred in his sleep. Panicking I turned back around and pretended to sleep. I felt him move and take his arm off my waist.

"Fuck.." He said.

The bed lifted and I peaked one of my eyes open. He opened the door and walked into the living room.

I got up as well and repeated the same action, walking into the living room. His back was facing me.