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Evan rosier was a lot of things. Quiet, funny, tall, and other great amazing personality traits. Inconspicuous about his big fat crush was not one of them.
He had first met Barty back when they were kids, put in the same preschool by the same type of neglectful father. Barty had bitten a kid that had made fun of Evan’s skin color and afterwards offered him a rock, and they had been best friends ever since.
Once Evan had turned 14 and hit puberty, he had begun noticing things about Barty. How his legs looked in his P.E. uniform. How his eyes darkened when he was up to no good (which was always), and especially how good his hair looked windswept.
Now, it had evolved to, oh my gosh those low-slung jeans are doing things to me, wondering what kissing someone with a tongue piercing would feel like, and not being able to speak whenever Barty changed the color of his hair (which was very often).
The whole being gay thing hadn’t really been a shock to Evan. I mean, he hadn’t really realized he was “supposed to” be into girls until he turned ten. He had just been drawing out his future wedding-to a man of course- when some other kid had asked why his wife didn’t have long hair. Evan remembered blinking at that kid, and wondering why he would get married to a girl when people like Heath Ledger existed (Yes, Evan had had a Brokeback Mountain phase later on ).
Being attracted to Barty though, that had been a shock. Evan still remembered the moment it had hit him. It was summertime, the summer before freshman year at Hogwarts, and they had gone out to the stream nearby his house for the day.
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Your dad’s a bitch.” Barty had said, laying back in the grassy bank and closing his eyes, basking in the sun. His skin had started to turn slightly pinkish after hours of being outside. Evan wondered if they could go out and buy cream for the sunburn that was bound to worsen later.
“I know. So’s yours” He said back, mirroring Barty’s actions.
He looked over at Barty, really looked at him. Took in his dark, messy hair. His brown eyes, that if you really looked, had flecks of green in them. Took in the little scar by his chin from when he had fallen off his bike. Took in how straight his eyelashes were. Took in his lips, and the light shade of pink they were, and wondered what it would be like to kiss them.
Wait what.
Evan blinked. Why was he thinking about kissing his best friend? I mean sure, Barty was good looking, but Evan didn’t like him like that…right?
Shit.
He liked Barty Crouch Jr. Maybe even more than liked him.
His stomach dropped. He knew he liked boys, but Barty? That couldn’t happen. Barty was his only friend, and his stupid feelings were going to ruin this whole friendship.
He was startled from his thoughts as his twin sister, Pandora came running over to them.
“Barty, Evan! Come with me across the street, there’s a new kid our age who just moved in. He told me his name is Regulus Black! He also has a brother, but he’s a year older and got sent to some school. Hurry!” She said, practically vibrating with excitement.
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After he realized that he was in love with Barty, Pandora had introduced them to Regulus, and the four had been a pair ever since. Once Dorcas had transferred to their boarding school the next year, the group had been completed.
Barty had pretty much attached himself to Regulus once they had met. It had hurt slightly, but Evan had just told himself that it was natural, and it had been. Until Barty had said that he might like guys. Specifically, he might like Regulus.
And that? That had hurt a lot. Eventually Barty’s crush had died down, but not before Evan had gotten all crazy depressed about it.
I mean, who wouldn’t. The guy he was in love with also liked guys, but didn’t like him.
It stayed like that for another six years, but in the past year something had changed. The casual flirting they engaged in had turned into eye contact that felt a bit too homosexual to be platonic.
Like now, for example.
Him, Dorcas, and Barty were all in the kitchen, Barty was putting away dishes and Dorcas was on the counter. Evan was making food for the night. He was making pasta, Barty’s favorite food (No, he will not be commenting on that).
“Anyways, I told her that asking your friends to have sex with you while you're drunk could probably mean that she isn’t straight, and she totally flipped out on me, and basically all I said was that it was okay to not be straight. Personally, I think it’s some sort of internalized shit, but I’m not even going to try to tell her that. ” Dorcas said, sipping on her daily glass of lemon water with the elegance of someone who knew exactly how good she looked.
It was a shame, if Evan was into girls, he would most definitely be in love with Dorcas Meadows.
“I mean I get it though, you can totally make out with the same gender in just a platonic way. It’s the whole rubbing up against girls at bars and taking them to the bathroom thing that makes me go, huh?” She continued.
She was talking about one of her friends, he was pretty sure her name was Lily or something like that. Apparently she dated only guys, but whenever she was drunk would get with girls. Evan didn’t really care about her that much, I mean she was free to do whatever she wanted.
“I don’t know man, I think that's got to be something for her to figure out by herself, the whole natural discovery of maybe not being straight is a lot better than being told by her friends.” Barty said, setting a plate in the cabinet.
“I agree. But at least you told her that not being straight was an option.” Evan said.
“I wish someone had told that to me when I was like ten. That would have saved me a lot of confusion. Like, I was staring at Julia Stiles in 10 Things I Hate About You a bit too much to be considered normal.” Dorcas said, smiling a bit.
“You know who my bi awakening was? Evan.” Barty said, laughing.
Sorry, what the actual fuck?
“Wait really?” He said, really hoping that he hadn't turned too red.
“Um, yeah. What can I say, you’ve always looked good in swim shorts.” Barty said, winking then looking away.
There was a slightly awkward pause as Evan tried to figure out how to respond to the person he was in love with telling him that he had been his bi awakening.
“Oh, uh awesome.” He said, mentally facepalming, because What idiot says awesome when their crush says they like how they look in a swimsuit.
“I mean, you don’t look too bad in those green boxers of yours, if I do say so myself.” Evan corrected himself, really hoping he wasn’t being too obvious.
Crash!
“Fuck.” Barty said, staring at what used to be Dorcas’s favorite mug.
Just then, the apartment door opened, and Pandora stepped through with Regulus trailing behind. It was almost comical really, the way that the two of them took in the mess on the floor.
Pandora let out a little huff as her mouth dropped open. Regulus just looked resigned.
And Dorcas? she looked mad. she stared at Barty with an expression very similar to a predator who had just lost it's prey.
Evan? He just leaned back on the counter and prepared for the chaos that was about to come.