head over heels

36 ~ boyfriend

[A/N - fair warning, the family tension gets a bit heated in this one, so tw for that at the very end, be warned!]

It was Sunday morning. He still hadn't left his room yet, knowing that as soon as he did, it'd set his Dad off again. He desperately wanted to avoid that.

So Evan just sat cross legged on his floor and unwound the hunking bandage on his finger. The thing was getting on his nerves. The doctor had said he could replace it with sports support stuff Monday, but he was doing it now. He couldn't stand it.

He winced at the finger. It was bruised as hell and decidedly crooked. 

He shifted the splint on his pinkie, and just settled for taping his ring and pinky fingers together so that they could like— keep each other steady. He'd googled it. He hoped it was accurate enough that his finger wouldn't be permanently bent.

The irony of that didn't escape him.

Immediately, he felt better. No longer was it catching on everything. It stung though, and he thought maybe he shouldn't have moved it, but— oh well...

Then his phone buzzed.

@kesasaki - meet me in 10

Evan smiled.

@evann - outside?

@keisasaki - yup omw

Evan shot into the shower and dressed in the span of five minutes, the thought of seeing Kei enough to drag him out. He put on a pair of tan trousers he'd had to roll up a few times, and a white shirt, forgoing the sweater for once since it was too hot out.

Evan still hadn't told Kei about his Dad. He didn't want to.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and crept down the stairs.

Evan was met with his Mom and Dad sitting on the kitchen bench. He froze. Shit. He paused, not sure if he should just make a break for it o-or—

"Evan," Mom said tentatively.

He looked up quickly, "I'm just—" he pointed at the door, "Going out."

His Mom looked awkward, she gestured at the chair across from her.

"Could you just sit for a moment dear."

Dad was silent. Evan felt uneasy.

Slowly, Evan sat, figuring he could still avoid a fight if he just played along with whatever intervention they were about to stage.

"So—" Mom paused, "Evan we just wanted to know if you were seeing— someone."

He swallowed. What was the best response to that? The evidence was incriminating enough. Was saying no going to be better or worse here? No, he had to say yes. Him hooking up with someone was far less tolerable.

"Uh," he scratched his nose awkwardly, "I am, yeah."

His parents shot a glance at each other.

"We'd like to meet her," Dad said, pointedly pausing on the pronoun, "Unless she doesn't exist."

Evan stared at the floor, "Fine," he mumbled. He desperately wanted to leave.

Mom nodded, seeming slightly relieved. That sort of made him feel worse. His Mom had always been the better of the two. Evan didn't know what he'd do if both of them decided they hated his guts.

"I'm going now," he uttered, standing quickly. "Bye."

"Evan be back by eight."

He turned, "Eight? Seriously?" He glared. Eight was ridiculous.