head over heels

25 ~ rush

[A/N - HOLY SHIT I'M ALIVE BITCHES!!! first off, my fucking bad for not updating this, it's been a whole series of events that started with uni finals then ended with me unexpectedly moving house, but hey we're here and we're ready to get back into this story. ALSO, in my absence, the interactions on this story have picked up so much! just know i love and appreciate anyone who's made it this far, literally y'all are the only reason i summoned the motivation to write this shit haha. peace out and enjoy.]

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As soon as the first hoard of people arrived, Evan wanted nothing more than to run back to his room and hide. But he didn't. He sat on the arm of the couch next to Kei as the other boy fell deep into conversation about something volleyball related with Hugo.

Kei looked good in the dim light. He looked good in every fucking light. But particularly now. The multi coloured led's that the team had strung up danced over his skin. His white shirt fit too perfectly, it hugged his shoulders, and the trousers he was wearing suited him.

God he looked like some sort of model.

He swirled his plastic cup in his hand, watching the red punch whirl around the edges in an attempt to distract himself. He took a long slug of it, emptying it almost halfway.

The music was loud, the speakers reverberating against the walls. There were already so many people here, and more poured through the doors every minute.

Fuck Ethan for being popular. And fuck Kei for being the one to keep him here.

Evan tipped back his drink, swallowing the last of it. He stood quickly, making his way to the kitchen to get more. If he was going to make it through the night, he needed to be considerably drunker.

He poured himself another, tipping it back.

"Jesus," a voice sounded, "I didn't take you for the drinking type."

It was Oliver, he stood, a glass of what was definitely just water in his hand. In usual Oliver fashion, he hadn't tried to dress up at all, wearing a simple brown sweater and tan coloured jeans. He even had a book tucked under one arm, which instantly Evan was jealous of. God how he wished he was in his room reading.

He raised an eyebrow at Evan.

"I'm not," Evan muttered, "At least not usually."

Oliver snorted, "This a cry for help then?"

"No—"

Oliver waved him off, taking a step towards him so he didn't have to shout over the kitchen, then he shot Evan a tired look. "For the record, I'll say it again, I do think Kei likes you."

Evans mouth went dry, "Erm—"

"So if you're drinking your feelings away, don't."

"Oh..." he trailed off, doubt rearing in his chest. "I um."

Oliver raised an eyebrow, "I mean it, i've never seen Kei like this with anyone, especially not a girl."

He heard Oliver, he did, but he couldn't find it in himself to believe him. It was just so... Kei? Liking him? Or even liking guys in the first place. It seemed impossible. He felt like maybe Oliver was just saying that to make him feel better about himself.

Before he could respond, a familiar head of blonde curls bounced up to him, "Evan—" Riley cried excitedly, "You're actually here, yes!!"

Willow followed closely behind. She wore a long, cream coloured skirt, and a pale green top. Riley on the other hand, had gone all out and worn the tiniest skirt, with the tiniest shirt. It was very on brand for her. Evan had to appreciate her boldness.