Chapter 4
Barty nodded and took a seat on the edge of Evan's bed, his gaze following Evan as the medic boy shuffled around the room, gathering his supplies.
”Hell no get off my bed come to the bathroom”, Barty raised an eyebrow at Evan's command, but he didn't argue. He stood up from the bed and followed Evan into the bathroom.
Sit.
Barty couldn't help but smirk at Evan's authoritative tone. He took a seat on the bathroom counter, his legs dangling over the edge.
“Nice to see you in less…well.. shitty lighting” barty says, Evan looked over at him keeping his face monotone or trying to
"Yeah, I guess the dim lighting doesn't do me any favors," barty said, sarcastically
Evan rolled his eyes at Barty's response, knowing that the boy actually looked fine in any lighting. he looked more than fine he was hot like really hot, But he didn't say that aloud, instead focusing on the task at hand.
This might hurt Evan says now that he has all the stuff setting it down on the sink where barty is not sitting
Barty glanced at the supplies on the sink with a bit of apprehension, but he trusts Evan. "How bad are we talking here?" he asked, his tone tinged with a hint of worry.
“Well stitches is a needle in your face.. so not pleasant”
Barty grimaced at the thought. "Fantastic," he muttered, not looking forward to the procedure. "Let's get it over with then."
While Evan puts on gloves cleans the stuff and wipes his stuff, Barty noticed the polaroid pictures and couldn't help but smile as he spotted the one of Evan and Pandora.
He picked it up, studying the image of the two siblings, “Evies seventeenth birthday!”is written on the bottom In swirly hand writing.
“Evie?”
Evan, who had been focused on preparing the supplies, looked up at Barty's taunting tone. "Don't call me that," he said gruffly, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.
Evan tries to think of a dumb nickname for barty but realizes he never got the other boys name he only knew him as the viper
Barty noticed Evan's contemplation and couldn't help but find it endearing. He leaned back against the counter, an amused smirk playing on his lips. "If you're trying to think of a nickname for me, I wouldn't bother," he said, his voice teasing. "You haven't even asked my real name yet."
Evan's eyes widened as he realised Barty was right. He had never actually asked Barty's real
name. "Right, uh..." he stumbled over his words, feeling a bit embarrassed. "What's your actual name, then?"
Barty's smirk widened, enjoying seeing Evan flustered. "It's Barty," he said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Okay I am gonna stitch your face now u have to be still please….
barty