Evan wasn’t the strongest, emotionally, mentally, or even physically.
All he had was a glock and some spare ammo when they were raided.
Of course, there was a half robotic fucker right by his side with an ak47 in his hands and a Sniper strapped to his back.
Brown eyes searched the room for any other weapons.
Brian glanced over and tsked, “Unprepared for the worst, to be expected of our beloved boss.”
“Shut up, Brian- Now’s not the time for fun and jokes.”
He stepped closer to the Canadian and knelt down, gun in one hand trained on the closed door.
“You’re not hurt, are you?”
“My ankle is sprained, and I’ve been shot in my side.”
Brian hummed in thought before wrapping an arm under his boss’ armpit, pulling him up, “Deal with the pain, where’s Del?”
“Dead, they killed him,” The Canadian’s face stayed stern, feigning emotionless while a battle of sadness and rage boiled in golden flecked brown eyes.
Brian bit his lip and groaned, “Fuck it, come on,” he helped the other towards their escape route.
A small cellar door, the place where he just came from to rescue his gang members, was laying open against the stone floors.
A small yell outside the door alerted him and he laid the other down to turn and shoot at the door.
A few bullets leaped through the wood, he got a clear shot of them.
A groan was heard as the door crept open slowly.
“Crawl inside, go!”
Evan made haste to get inside the cellar tunnels, shifting so he could clamber down the wooden steps of the ladder.
Brian followed after, shutting the cellar’s trap door behind them and helping Ev to his feet as he made it to the tunnel floor.
“This leads to Tyler’s base, last I checked, Marcel and him were clearing the courtyard and prison chambers.”
Evan nodded solemnly, “If I die down here, you’re the new boss, Terroriser.”
Brian’s face contorted into one of rage and annoyance, “You’re not dying, and don’t call me that. I’m Brian. Brian you fucker.”
“R-Right,” the Canadian offered a meek smile, face paling from blood loss.
The brunette huffed as they made it to their fellow gang’s base.
He quickly laid Evan out on a table, clearing it from any beer cups and wine glasses.
He ripped open Evan’s blood stained button up and gently tugged his pant leg up to his knee.
He poured alcohol on the bullet wound to sterilizing it, allowing Evan to bite down on a rag as he did so.
“What the fuck happened to Evan!?”
Tyler’s rage-filled yet exhausted voice called out in the pub, almost echoing off the walls.
“Our space got taken over, Del is dead, I couldn’t find Brock or Lui either.”
The American huffed and hurried to the back of the pub, probably retrieving medical supplies.
“We’ll go back and clear it tomorrow, before daybreak.”
Tyler huffed and returned, nodding to the other and taking over.
Brian gently leaned over the Canadian, planting a hand against his forehead, “He might be getting a fever.”
“He can rest in the- uh, upstairs... area.”
Brian nodded quietly, watching the other wrap his ankle and the spot where the bullet had scratched him deep.
“Luckily, the bullet isn’t stuck inside of him, he’ll make a clean recovery.”
Marcel entered the pub, closing the door behind him, “We’ve been declared war on, what do you want us to do?”
Brian nodded, “Yeah, unless Del made plans with you and Tyler again.”
“Nah, he tried. But Tyler’s not here today. Him and Mini goGenre: FLUFF!!
Enjoy~
~Pod
The Irish fuck had been grinning all throughout second period and on his way to third period.
As he stood in the front of the classroom, spying out a place to sit, a handsome Asian entered and leaned against the wall.
Brian grinned, making his way to the man.
“Ev, you weren’t online last night, what happened?”
Evan smiled, calmly yet nervously shifting to gaze into the male’s eyes, “I was busy with homework. Del didn’t have the answers this time.”
“Was he drunk again, yeah?”
Ev nodded, “Completely wasted. I think he had a girl over as well?”
“Were they fockin’ or somethin’?”
“Nope, his study friend. Me and her worked together instead.”
Brian chuckled, “Always such a hard worker, eh, Ev?”
The man smiled and blushed, glancing nervously to the ground at the praise, “Yeah, I guess so.”
Brian beamed at the man’s gorgeous expression, secretly wishing he’d always wear that cute smile and light dust of pink along his cheeks and tip of his nose.
Ev glanced up, suddenly super happy and excited, “We still on for first lunch break?”
“Yeah, unless Del and Tyler make plans today.”
“Del’s not here, and Tyler’s taking his new fuck buddy to lunch today.”
“Who’s his new fuckbud, eh?”
Before Ev could answer, a British accent interrupted, “Me, so back off, you Irish fuck.”
“I wasn’t after your boyfriend, Craig,” Brian laughed, doubling over a bit and laying his head on the Canadian’s shoulder.
Ev felt his smile twitch up some more and laid his head against the Irish lad’s, letting out a nervous giggle.
Craig winked at the Canadian and made his way to his seat.
“Let’s go sit, okay?”
Brian nodded, following his best friend to their table.
Ev smiled and turned to the other immediately, taking his hand in his own, “You gonna pick me up after practice?”
“I might be later than you, Ev. Football ain’t easy, okay?”
