Mornings Are Ebil. EBIL! – Evan, open tag

[Evan Hughes]

Anyone with the belief that candy couldn’t give you a hangover clearly had never been ‘blessed’ with meeting Evan Hughes. It was a combination of that, his precious, precious candy, a few gallons of Sunkist and a very early morning watching what could just pass as C-grade horror flicks that could be blamed for why Evan felt he had better days. Much better days.

But, he had a mad day yesterday, what with finally planning the best prank of the year, and getting some privacy with his girlfriend, the memory of which made him grin goofily, and so he couldn’t be blamed for celebrating into the early hours with sugar and bad movies. He just wished that the light wasn’t so bright where he sat under a tree just outside school. Well, not technically sat under. Sprawled out underneath with a screwed up expression would be the better description.

He had briefly considered skipping, but he actually enjoyed school, everything but the actually lessons bit. Which was why he was currently spread out on the floor, in old camos and a Superman t-shirt, hoping that his ailment (sugar overload) would clear up before the bell rang. Superman drew his power from the sun after all, it might work for him. It was annoying him though, having to squint, which was why it was a great relief when someone came by and offered him better protection than the tree. “Hey, you’re blocking my sun. It’s great! Think you can stay like that?” he laughed, furthering his squinting attempts to see who was joining him.

[D.J. Mac]

Seeing Evan in the position he was in would make a person wonder if he was murdered and spread to look the way he did. The site made the giant DJ chuckle.

He strode over to the body on the ground. Wanting to be a policeman after high school, DJ acted like one. "Well looks like the victim was shot twice in the back, shoved out of the tree, landed on the stump and then..." before he could finish Evan spoke up.

"Never mind the victim is alive." He laughed. "I would stay like this all day but I ether need payment or an education, and I charge by the hour to provide shade. Five dollars and a bag a Reece's Mini Peanut Butter Cups for each hour." There was that goofy grin on his face.

The prank he pulled yesterday on Jay was priceless. Maybe that would teach him to stay out of other people's business. He didn't know though that Jay was still plotting and planning his demise, much like a James Bond villain.

It started getting a tad warm in the sun. "Maybe I should reconsider, I'll need suntan lotion out here. I burn easily."

[Evan Hughes]

His new found shade making it a bit easier to see, Evan recognised the guy as DJ. Or maybe AJ. Or PJ. No, he was pretty sure it was DJ. But it was likely he was wrong, the guy was a Silver student for sure, and Evan had enough trouble trying to remember the names of his fellow Gould students. “Haha, not a chance anyone would ever shoot me, or wish me harm. I’m just far too pretty.”

“Hey, no moving! You’re doing a good job.” he encouraged with a grin and two thumbs up. “Besides, isn’t red in these days or something? You’ll be stylish, have all the girls after you. So really, you should be thanking me for the privilege of being my shade.”

The mention of Reece's Mini Peanut Butter Cups made him groan though, even if they were delicious. “No, no talk of chocolate. I’ve had more chocolate the past 24 hours than is surely good for me. No more.” he grumbled, but it was hard to take him seriously with a grin constantly on his face.

“No money either, but I can help you with the education bit. I’m very educational. As long as you don’t want to know anything important. And as long as all you want to know about is movies. And in that case, I’m your man.”

With a laugh, he gestured at the ground beside him. “Go on, be a spoilsport and ruin my shade.” he chuckled. “I think I might have chocolate of some kind in my bag, do me a favour and eat it for me. Before I forget I ate about a dozen bars last night. The name's Evan. You're DJ, right?”

[D.J. Mac]

"Uh-huh, talk like that and some jealous boyfriend might just take you out, or else some overly protective brother." DJ rolled his eyes, thinking about Jay's attitude. DJ wouldn't put it past him to try something drastic.

"Red maybe in but its not my color. I don't need girls circling me, I have someone already. I don't want to make her jealous or anything." There was some humor in what he said but for the most part he was serious. "I thank you anyway for the offer."

The Cheshire Cat grin on his face said it all for DJ. "Ahhh yes the over indulgence of sweets. I thought most people did that either on Halloween or Christmas." To each their own. "I guess jumbo Pixie Stix are out then too." DJ couldn't resist throw something in there like that.

Ok Evan was cool in DJ's book now. The guy knew movies. There'd be a quiz later, mainly on what would be good to get a girl to sit in someone's lap while being scared. That would be the next date with Trixie.

DJ sat down on the ground. "I won't take them all, just the good stuff." He grinned as he went through the bag. "Yes I am, or else my reputation has been spread around already."

[Evan Hughes]

“Nah, I think I’m right on that front.” Evan chuckled, scratching at his chin. “I’m already taken, to the dismay of the majority of the female population, and so I wouldn’t go for another girl. I don’t think I would get jealous and angry at myself, but it is me we’re talking about here, so can’t be sure. And no overly protective brother. Though my girl does have a sister. A scary, scary sister.” he shuddered. “But, she’s been actually alright lately, so think I’m safe there.”

He stretched, though in the position he was currently lying in, it looked more like he was having some sort of epileptic fit for a brief moment. “No need to thank me, I’m nice like that, think of other people.” he smiled. “Ah, so you’ve got a ball and chain too. Best thing in the world, huh?” The grin that accompanied this was perhaps a little too enthusiastic, but there wasn’t much that he didn’t tackle with enthusiasm, bundles and bundles of enthusiasm.

“Well, sure, most people do it that way. But I’m not most people. My mum says I’m special.” Evan laughed as he folded his arms underneath his head. He figured if he was going to be here for a little while, he might as well get comfortable. “That’s only twice a year after all, and that’s not nearly enough time to stuff yourself full of candy. Though I’m rethinking that policy now. Used to be a good policy too. And Jumbo Pixie Stix? You bastard! Now I want one.” he teased the guy light heartedly.

“Go ahead, take it all, get it all out of my....except maybe the Reese’s Pieces. I might get hungry during the first class. Just in case, you know.” he grinned. “Plus Brit likes peanut butter candy, so I like to keep some on me. Plus, haven’t tried it out yet, but I’m thinking, that if I feel like making out and she doesn’t, having peanut butter breath will tempt her more to my luscious lips. Like anyone would need more motivation though.” he laughed.

It started to dawn on him slowly, that lying on the ground, his limbs spread everywhere, all awkwardly, wasn’t the most comfortable position to be in. So half heartedly, he held a hand out to DJ. “Care to help me up mate? I’m lazy.” he grinned. “Can’t say I’ve heard anything about you spread around. Believe it or not, but I’m not one to gossip. Shocking, I know. But if I did hear something, what would it be about?” he laughed. “Gotta tell me, I’m curious now.”

[D.J. Mac]

Evan was full of himself but at the same time it was laughable. "Ohhh a sister, they can be worse than brothers, depending on how well they get along."

"Well, we aren't exactly a couple yet, its complicated though but she can't seem to get enough of me." He had that cocky, smug grin on his face. "Still its better than being single."

"You don't hear me arguing, the more sweets the better. I save mine for the weekend, thats about the only time I take off from keeping in shape and it tastes much better too." He chuckled. "Ahh yes jumbo pixie stix, one hundred percent pure flavored sugar, just don't try making Kool-Aid from it, its nasty!"

"Ok Reece's Pieces left behind. You know if it gets spread about that you like them, people might call you E.T." Although using food as seduction had never crossed his mind before. "I always thought girls would go more for 'nature's candy' like strawberries or cherries." Showed what he knew.

"Sure thing Evan." DJ offered him a hand and pulled him up. He was used to people being smaller and lighter than him. "I just played my cards right and melted the heart of the ice queen on Valentine's Day which in turn became a wild night.

[Evan Hughes]

“Ah, she can’t? Irresistible huh? I know how it is.” Evan grinned, knowing that he was quite un-irresistible actually. Well, he wasn’t that bad, he figured. He was okay to look at, he supposed, and he did cool, funny pranks, plus he had a mad DVD collection, so he had to figure that was all in his favour. Brittany certainly seemed to think so. He may not have a way with the ladies as such, news that might shock many, but he was doing something right by her, and seeing how she was the only girl he was interested in, he figured it worked out well. “Being single is not much different to dating though. Except when you’re single, you don’t have a girlfriend.” he tried to get out with a straight face.

“Nah man, you got it all wrong. You mix about half Kool-Aid with half pixie stix, and instead of water, you chuck in all in with some Coke. Uh, not that I’ve ever tried that before. But if I had, which I haven’t, but hypothetically, if I had made that awesome mixture, I would tell you it tastes so good.” All this talk of sugar was making Evan start to crave it again. But he knew it would be a bad idea, and he decided to resist. For the five minutes he still thought it to be a bad idea after all.

E.T. Now that was a movie Evan hadn’t seen for years. And it had so far escaped his monster DVD collection. It was okay, for an alien movie. Monsters, vampires, even killer tomatoes were all good in Evan’s books, but something about alien movies put him off. Maybe because most of them weren’t really that good. “E.T might be better than what everyone calls me already. I mean, there’s only so many compliments you can take, only so many times you can be called good looking, before it get embarrassing.”

He figured DJ would have made a mad footballer the way he practically lifted him off the ground. Well, he might be one, for Silver, as Evan generally didn’t care about the sport and wouldn’t barely be able to name anyone on Gould’s team, let alone their opposition. He doubted it though, DJ actually seemed at least some kind of cool, so it seemed unlikely he was a meathead.

“So that’s what all the gossip is about huh? How’d you do it, win her over? I won over my girl with an orange tuxedo. Oh, and a top hat. I really rocked that top hat.”

[D.J. Mac]

"Yeah it can be such a curse." DJ agreed with Evan. He wasn't sure who Brittany was but she seemed to have a sense of humor and adventure as well as a taste for the sweeter things in life like chocolate and movies galore. "When your single you can date more than one person but when it comes to the serious dating, then you have to get off the field."

DJ just arched an eye brow at the sound of the overly sweetened concoction. "Are you kidding me? If you drank that you'd be going through the school like The Flash or something or hell you might just explode. How would one even start to explain that?" He mused.

"Hey it beats me, I get called Tank, Moose, Bull, The Wall, just think of something big and imposing and thats from the football team. Most of the girls call me Teddy Bear, especially once they hear where I work, and let me tell you its one of the best places to work if you like to lightly flirt."

"I suppose I could trust you with my secret." DJ said trying to picture Evan in black leather, which was just bizarre. "For me it was Aviator sunglasses, black leather from head to toe, a bad ass motorcycle and the bad boy attitude to go with it."

[Evan Hughes]

“Nah, I could never do the date more than one girl casually thing. And not just cause I’d consider myself lucky if one girl wanted to date me after all.” Evan laughed. “I mean, come on, what girl would resist all this?” He motioned to himself, in his old clothing, very messed up hair, and a face free of chocolate or any other mess for once. “But seriously, that just seems like too much trouble than it’s worth. I mean, what if the girls don’t like that, and they fight? Actually, girl fight...that sounds like a brilliant idea!” he enthused. “I’m off the field now though. Poor ladies.”

Seeing how they just met, Evan wasn’t surprised that DJ wasn’t sure if he was serious. Anyone who had known Evan for more than say, twenty or so minutes, would know he was pretty much up for anything that could be fun. “Kidding you? Nope. It was awesome! Gulped down a whole heap of it on the weekend. And I did some stupid stuff afterwards as a result. So, awesome fun! Can’t remember, maybe that was the weekend I sprained my ankle. Or was that when I had to get the stitches in my head? Not sure.” he struggled to remember. “Comes in handy, my mum being a nurse.”

“Teddy Bear huh? Okay, I’m glad it’s you and not me.” Evan laughed. “But Tank, Bull, they’re all names I’m sure I’d never get called either. You might not realise, from my muscular build and my physique, but I’m not so, well, you know, strong. I am quick though, have had to do a lot of running in my time.” A lot of running away from things, but that was unnecessary to add, he figured. “So, a footballer eh? I suppose I can keep talking to you. Just hope no one sees us. It’ll be no good for my rep, you see.” he teased.

Stretching his arms out a little, lying awkwardly on the ground having really taken it out of him, Evan grinned as DJ revealed his ‘secret’ for winning over the girls. “Oh, I could totally rock the bad boy thing. Would a skateboard work instead of a motorcycle though? Reckon I could pull off the leather look.” And that was the end of his ‘seriousness’. “Haha, not a chance for me. I would just look weird. I’d love a motorcycle though, it’ll be awesome fun. My mum doesn’t want me to get one though, thinks it won’t be safe for me. Have no idea why.” he shrugged, with a big grin on his face. “I’m a careful person after all. Safety first.”