THIS IS FOR REAL, [evan]

[rory anderson cook]

Rory bounced off of the Back to Dead bus, he'd happily dressed for the day and departed the bus. There was something totally not fun about the whole trying to contain his energy in a bus filled of sleeping drunk assholes. Especially when if you woke one of them up they were likely to throttle you for absolutely nothing, even if waking someone up was a reason. It wasn't as if he was trying to wake them up, it just sort of... happened. It was safe to say that an early riser had no place being on a bus where people got wasted and slept in, sleeping in being waking up any time after nine or nine-thirty. He shrugged happily, he didn't mind, it was sort of fun going outside when the sun was just barely up over thee venue for the morning.

His eyes glanced around the world in his dorky glasses that he rarely ever wore. It wasn't as if his eyesight was that bad, it was just rare that he could ever find them. Rory had to be one of the most scatterbrained young men on the tour. It was anyone's guess how he managed to actually do his job, let alone do it well. It surprised people how neatly he kept the band's gear when they saw the state of his area. He was a total slob, but it never affected his job or his appearance. For whatever reason he always seemed as if his clothes were folded neatly, when in actual fact it was a rare occurrence that he could find anything. He put on a nice facade for the rest of the world without even trying.

Rory took a sip out of his apple juice box as he nearly skipped away from the bus to the parking lot. There was no judging how loud he would get as he waited for the rest of the tour to crawl from the deepest pits of their bunks. He made it to the middle of the parking lot and he just sat down on the ground. He didn't care that his skinny jeans would be getting covered in shit, he didn't think really past the doing. He grinned sipping at his juice box merrily.

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[evan michael owens]

The tour was just at it's starting point and Evan still found himself home-sick, with it being so early on in the trip, you would almost be worried about how well he'd do on his own. Every night before the young male went to bed he would call his house phone and speak to both of his parents. The conversations usually lasted about five to seven minutes, never exceeding ten, but it all depended on how talkative his mother was. At least ninety percent of the phone call was dedicated to her while his dad had very little to say to the eighteen year old hung up for the night. He doesn't always give them a morning call - only when he feels more nervous than his usual self, which isn't all that likely. Today was one of those days where he did though - something about the way Mr. Oliver, his very favorite teddy bear, was looking at him made him a bit nervous. It was like the teddy bear was trying to send a message to him - something was going to happen today, and as impossible as it might sound, Oliver was aware of it. That was just how Evan processed it anyway. Rubbing his eyes Evan sat up and opened his privacy curtain, hopping down from his bed and grabbing his phone on the way to the bathroom.

He didn't call yet, instead he undressed and hopped into the shower. He took about five minutes to lather, rinse, repeat with his suave juicy green apple shampoo and wash the rest of him with some dove soap. Once he was out of the shower he dried off, standing in his towel and cleaning his face, brushing his teeth, and just refreshing himself. He dressed into some black skinny jeans, an adventure time shirt, his white and black converse and he even added some bracelets to his wrist. They were checkered, black, white, and blue. He did his hair for the next fifteen minutes and picked his phone up, leaning against the bathroom wall and dialing his mom. Their conversation remained short, all she did was give him luck for the day and he could swear he heard lips come on and off of the phone. He eventually hung up and left both the bathroom and bus, just strolling around the parking lot.

Normally, Evan was terrified to walk aimlessly around because it was just like high school all over again. He had two specific bullies that he avoided, Mason and Noah, Noah especially. This was what he called a safe hour though - they were never up at this time and therefore he was able to just enjoy a morning walk. During this walk he didn't keep most of his attention on the ground, therefore he was very prone to trip over something, and like suggested, he did. He didn't expect to need to protect himself from falling so he ended up falling on his arms, luckily not too hard into the ground. He sat on his knees to check his phone, which was fine, and then looked to the side of him where a familiar person was sitting. He raised his eyebrows - half of him was telling himself to run away very fast, while the other felt oddly at home next to this guy. The at home part of him seemed to take over when he asked, "Is your name by any chance, Rory?"


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OUTFIT: this here
TAGGED: rory <3

[rory anderson cook]

Rory sat oblivious to the fact that someone just took a spill rather close to where he sat. He was too busy drinking his apple juice and wondering whether or not he'd brought his cigarettes. The fact that he'd forget his head if it wasn't stuck to his shoulders was enough to tell him he didn't have them. The realization sunk in when he distinctly remembered them being under his squirtle on his bunk. He felt the need to keep his cancery goodness away from the other members of the band, there was no telling who would steal them from him if he didn't. A pitiful looking pout found it's way onto Rory's effeminate face. A cigarette would have really hit the spot just about now, coating his lungs in a disgusting black tar. His teeth pulled on his bottom lip gently. Would he risk waking someone up in the Back to Dead bus for a cigarette? His pout deepened. No, no he wouldn't. He hated waking people up on the bus, it wasn't that he was afraid that they'd yell at him. His fear had more to do with the thought of disturbing someone while they slept or upsetting them. His pout turned into a full fledged frown that just looked wrong on his face.

He turned for the first time to notice the boy as his name was spoken by a familiar voice. Rory's pout turned into a smile as he looked the boy, really looked at him. "What?" He asked dumbly, making it quite obvious that he was not paying any attention. It was in that very moment when the childish young adult's eyes fell onto his company's face did the realization hit him. His head cocked slightly looking at the other boy closely, forgetting that he had no idea what he'd said to him. "Evan?" He spoke quietly, for once in his short life he was unsure, nervous even. And then it all disappeared, of course this was Evan. Evan his childhood friend from when he lived in Florida with his parents. Evan, his Evan. Rory didn't even think about his next move, although if this really was Evan he wouldn't care. "Evan!" He squealed and threw himself onto the other boy, locking his arms tightly around the other boy's body. It didn't even click with Rory that the boy might not even be his beloved childhood friend, or that he could have quite possibly changed into someone who was nothing like his sweet childhood buddy. Rory pulled away from the boy, a wide grin plastered across his face. "Hey." He said, almost yelled, to the poor boy.

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[evan michael owens]

Evan's nerves were more than just high; they were boiling to the maximum boiling point, causing his cheeks to flush red while he just watched who he thought might be Rory. Rory was his childhood best friend; the one male that Evan could ever get along with, even more so, get near without being scared. Evan had always been like that - especially when he was younger. Just something about Rory made Evan comfortable around him, no matter the circumstances. His hopes were just as high as his nerves right now and if this possible stranger turned out being someone other than Rory, Evan would be extremely disappointed. It had been a few years since Rory and Evan had seen each other, or even spoken for that matter and to be honest, he missed his best friend more than anything in the world. Sure, he still had Parker, but having both of his best friends with him would probably make the tour itself more bearable.

"Evan? ... Evan!" Evan watched the boys facial expression very carefully, giving him a small smile - and that small smile eventually grew bigger when he got his name right. There was no doubt in his mind now that Rory was here - in fact, looking him in the eyes helped him realize that too. No mistake was made and for that, Evan was proud of himself. He wasn't too surprised when Rory latched himself onto him, he had actually been expecting something like that when he first realized it was him. Evan gave Rory a little squeeze when they were still hugging and grinned back at him when they were pulled away once again. "Hey!"

[/color]Evan's voice was as low as usual, but you could tell it was more excited. "How have you beeeeen?" Evan didn't bother moving any farther away - he was comfortable being this close to Rory, whereas if it had been anyone else, he would not have reacted so well. To Evan, boundaries only exist with people who he doesn't trust - who scare him - and who don't know him. Rory now, he was none of that, making this all completely okay with Evan and that showed on his face.


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[rory anderson cook]

Rory was so happy that he might actually have leapt into the other boy's arms and clung to him for a while, but he opted against that. His apple juice box and need for a cigarette was lost with his newly found friend. Or did his friend find him? Was this seriously a debate he was going to have right now? Rory grinned, I've been pretty good, what about you evvvvannn?" he asked his friend, his normal happy and over active personality taking over his speaking abilities and pitch. There were no words to describe how happy Rory was to once again be reunited with his Evan. But then someone occurred to him and he took a step away from the other boy and looked at him with an adorable pout planted on his babyish face. "Why didn't you call me?" He said his pout growing larger, if at all possible. It never once occurred to the eccentric young adult that it was not all on Evan, that he too played a role in the no-contact situation. "Or text me? Or e-mail me? Well, maybe not e-mail. E-mail's stupid and I don't use mine at all. But, but, but... Calling me?" He not only sounded pitiful but he was fighting an idiotic argument. The phone worked both ways and he knew it very well, he just never applied what he knew. It was the same in high school as well. He never ever applied his knowledge from those classes, it was anyone's guess as to how he passed those four treacherous years the way he had. Maybe he'd managed to find a way to adore the pants off of his teachers without his knowledge. Well, maybe not since he didn't even have that power over some of the men who "liked" him. Or supposedly liked him. Rory's smile returned to his face where it belonged, "It's okay Evan. I probably didn't know where my phone was or I would have called you." He said grinning from ear to ear.

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