You Don't Know Dominic Fike?!
Evan Rosier is not an impulsive person. At all. He does not do impulsive or ridiculous things. Ever.
“Evan Rosier!” Pandora screamed down the stairs. Maybe this one time he did something impulsive. Only once.
“James fucking Potter?!” Evan could hear Pandora begin thundering down to his room. Her room, being in the attic, is normally far enough away that she actually has to come find him before she yells at him. Today, he was not so lucky.
Pandora burst his door open, before tackling him to the ground. “Hey there, Panda.” Evan attempts to roll her off of him. Unfortunately his younger self refused to go to his wrestling classes without his sister. He wishes he could punch Baby Evan.
“I can explain!”
“Can you? How on earth can you explain Barty finding you at a record shop with James Fucking Potter?” She tilts her head, raising her eyebrow.
“Well, you see.” He did not have an explanation.
Pandora punched him.
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9 hours earlier
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It was a nice day, by James Potter's standards. Which basically meant it wasn’t hailing or acid raining. Those were his two worst fears. Going for a jog and then it begins to rain acid down on him, or hiking and having a piece of hail as big as a boulder crush him to death.
He was on a run, and there was a light breeze that helped with London's summer heat. There were roses lining the sides of the street he was running on, slightly swaying in the breeze.
He was perfectly content, before falling flat on his face.
He had looked over to the small cafe across the road, and spotted Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch Jr. yelling very loudly at each other. The only reason he hadn’t previously noticed was because of the music blasting in his ear buds.
James had no idea what the argument was about, but there was clear distress on Evan’s face- well both faces, probably. Evan turned away from Barty, after saying something that clearly hurt the other’s feelings. James saw the moment Evan saw him, his shoulders tensed and his eyes went wide. James took that as his cue to begin jogging again.
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“What is it now?” Barty asked, his voice dry and uninterested. He was kind of a bitch when he was upset. Fair enough, Pandora said Evan was too. A lot.
“Uhm, nothing.” Evan stumbled over his one word answer a bit. Why the fuck was James Potter watching him and Barty from across the street. Well, actually, Regulus often expressed how weird James was. Not that he even knew him, he normally referred to him as Sirius’ mate.
“Okay. Well, I'm going back to the house. Come home when you’re feeling reasonable.” Barty sighed, more annoyed by Evans' strange behavior, before grabbing his phone and leaving the cafe. Evan rolled his eyes as he paid the bill.
If there was a time that Evan Rosier was impulsive in his life, he could not tell you it. He liked structure and he liked knowing what his plans were for the day. Since his falling out with Barty, he assumed their plans were no longer happening.
He left the cafe, having way too much free time on his hands. Technically he could do homework, but he really didn't want to. The impulsive decision came when he was walking toward his house, and saw James Potter. Again.
Now, to be clear, Evan had no problem with James, he really didn’t know the guy. It wasn’t his place to form any sort of opinion.
“Potter!” Evan was calling out his name before he even really knew what he was doing. James’ head whipped around, his glasses going crooked at the sudden movement. He had clearly been running for a long time, his brown skin reflecting the sunlight due to his sweat. His usual mess of curls slightly dampened.
Normally sweat was gross to evan. He really hated it, but James somehow manipulated it into an accessory. Bastard.
“Rosier?” James quirked an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard by the fact it was Evan calling after him.
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To say James was nervous would be an understatement, he was practically ready to pass out as Evan walked closer to him. James quickly used the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, letting his shirt ride up. Was that on purpose? Maybe.
“What are you doing here?” Evan asked, as James readjusted his shirt.
“Uhm, going for a run?” Evan was looking at him strangely, making James even wonder why he’s here.
“You live on the other side of town.” Evan stated, his expression unreadable.
“Well, that’s the funny thing about runs, they tend to take you places.” James laughed awkwardly.
Evan still did not show any emotion through his face.
“Okay, well while you’re here, we can go into that record store and you can help me with something.” Evan began walking toward the shop behind James.
“Okay, sure, but why me?” James hurried to catch up.
“Because I fought with Barty and this is how I make shit up to him.” Evan explained.
“You buy him a record?” James asked, more curious about this errand now.
“Yes, I think I’ve bought him about 35 records.” Evan shrugged. James tried to do the math in his head as to how expensive that would be, ultimately giving up and summing it to ‘a lot of fucking money’.
“Isn’t that why we have radios?” James joked a bit.
“Potter, no one listens to the radio. Are you serious?” Evan looked at him with wide eyes, as if James had just insulted his whole bloodline. At least he held the door open for him.
“Well doesn’t he have like, spotify, or something?”
“The more I speak to you, the more I realise why I don't know anyone who does.” Evan replied blandly. James tried not to take that to heart.
“Okay, but no, I talk to Regulus, we’re friends!” James insists, feeling the need to defend himself.
“Are you?” Evan raises his eyebrows. Okay, rude.
“I think so..” James trailed off, beginning to go over every interaction he’s ever had with Regulus.
“Barty doesn’t have this one.” Evan picked up a vinyl, it had a picture of a girl with red hair, her brown roots grown out, seemingly in the pool. It read ‘Sunburn’ along the bottom.
“Who’s that by?” James scanned the rest of the album cover.
“You don’t know Dominic Fike?!” Evan exclaimed, looking at James like he had grown a second head.
“No.. Should i?” He tilted his head.
“Everyone should.” Evan took a serious tone, nodding solemnly. James made a mental note to look into him later.
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Evan ended up carrying around 12 different vinyls, unable to choose which one would be the best apology for this specific fight. James followed him around, making comments on the different musicians he knew or didn’t, and asking Evan a lot of questions. Normally this would drive Evan crazy, but James wasn’t annoying or frustrating. He seemed to be able to read Evan well and not ask him a bunch of personal questions. James is nothing like how Regulus described.
“Which one are you going to get?” James eventually asked, as Evan placed all 12 side by side, as if that would help him decide.
“Well he doesn’t have any of these, and these are all special editions.” Evan gestured towards different vinyls.
“I could buy them for you?” James offered, smiling as Evan weighed the pros and cons of each record.
“What? What. No. No, that's okay.” Evan shook his head adamantly.
“This way you’re stocked up for the next twelve fights.” James shrugged. Evan had no idea what to make of James, he was pretty, funny, pretty, witty, pretty, and earnest, he was almost too good to be true. Almost. Evan had to remember that this man took sirius from Regulus. This is his best friend’s older brother’s best friend who his best friend isn’t a huge fan of. The brothers had made up about two years ago, but there is still tension due to their many years apart. Evan can’t imagine being away from Pandora for so long. They joke, but they would be lost without each other.
“Potter, really it’s alright.” Evan felt himself smile at James. James just had that natural impact apparently.
“Well then pick one.” James’ eyes shone with mischief, whatever he was plotting Evan does not want to be involved.
Evan picked one of the special edition vinyls, going over to pay, and then he would put the others away. However, when Evan returned to the table of records, they were all gone, and so was James.
“Hey, Rosier, are we going now?” Evan heard James’s call from the front of the store. Evan made his way towards him and saw that James had two paper bags with the record store logo printed on the front.