My friends and I have problems

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Jon's POV
"What! Why!?" I yelled.
"Apparently he punched a glass window" Marcel said. We all looked at Craig. Craig just rolled his eyes, stood up, and sat at the table. "You alright Craig?" I asked handing him the sandwich. He nodded and scarfed down the sandwich so fast. "Damn you must be really hungry" I laughed. "I'm starving" he said finishing the last bite. "I think I have some pop tarts somewhere" I said. I reached for the cabinet, but it was hard to reach. I stood on my tippy toes but I still couldn't reach. Then someone opened it for me and pulled the box out. It was Evan, he handed Craig the box laughing at my short height. I crossed my arms and jutted my lip out. You see I'm 5'0, Evan's 5'8. I swear the boy's a tree. He came up and wrapped his arm around me while chuckling still. His laugh always brought a smile to my face, but I was trying to stay mad.
"Come on jo" he chuckled only having one arm wrapped around me. Marcel and Craig were smiling like idiots sitting next to each other.
"What are you smiling at?" I asked them.
"Oh nothing, nothing" Marcel said smiling. Evan was pretty buff. His big arm was wrapped around me while him and Marcel talked about hockey. Evan's phone buzzed and he looked down at it. "Oh shit I forgot about my date" he said unwrapping his arm from me and grabbing the keys to his house he left on the counter. "Date?" I questioned crossing my arms. "Yeah a girl asked me on a date, hard to believe I know, I'll see you guys later" he said leaving. I groaned and sat by the boys.
"You good Jon?"
"Yeah" I faked. I don't know why but it aggravated me. "You look pissed" Craig said.
"Well Evan and I were going to do a heist on GTA that we've been planning on doing for a week" I said as I rolled my eyes. Marcel and Craig smiled while eating pop tarts.
"What?!" I yelled. They just laughed.
Evan's POV
*skip date*
"That movie was wonderful" she said as we walked up to the door of her house. I nodded, "yeah, I had a good time" I said.
"Me too, I hope we do this again soon"
"Yeah"
"Well, goodnight" she said kissing my cheek. "Night" I said walking down her steps and to Jon's house. I knocked on the door. When it opened I saw a pissed off Jon crossing his arms. I smiled and hugged him. "Look I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you about it and I know how bad you wanted to complete the heist" I said. Holding his face and staring into his eyes. He's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. I pinched his cheeks and laughed while I walked over to Marcel and Craig playing Mario cart.
"Hey mcjagger! How's the date" Marcel asked.
"It was alright" I said.
"Did you kiss?" He asked. I looked over at Jon to see a disgusted look on his face while on his phone. I laughed, "no, she did kiss me on the cheek". He nodded, "Ha! Won again!" He yelled at Craig. "Damn it" Craig muttered.
I laughed and got up, "I swear you guys are five". I got a text on my phone. It was grace.
G- hey there's a party Friday at my friend Bill Bennett's house. You should go. You can bring your friends.
"Hey guys. There's a party at Bill Bennett's house and Grace invited us to it. Wanna go?"
"Uh-I don't know-" Jon started
"Let's go. It'll be fun" Marcel interrupted.
"Yeah our first party" Craig said.
"Wait you guys never went to a party before?"
"Of course I have" Craig laughed. I rolled my eyes, "so do you wanna go or not?" I asked again. "Yeah" Craig said. I looked over at Jon who was twiddling his thumbs.
"Jon? Do you wanna go?"
"... yeah why not" he said. I smiled at his cuteness.
E- Yeah we'll be there
G- Great! Can't wait <3
I cringed and locked my phone and put it in my pocket. "Is there going to be alcohol?" Jon asked. "Hell yeah" I laughed sitting back down next the Jon this time on the other side from where I was originally sitting.
"I don't drink" he whispered knowing that Craig and Marcel would roast and tease him about being sober. "That's okay. You can take care of us if we get to out of hand"
"Evan I'm crippled. If you're wasted and I have to carry your heavy ass home I will die". I laughed and put my arm on the head of the sofa behind him. "We'll figure it out" I said fixing his hair. It grew a lot since when I first met him. His hair was jet black and swept to the left side of his forehead and all of that was one curl. He swatted my hands away from his hair and fixed it. He then looked up at me and moved some of my hair out of my eyes.
"Evy, your hair's getting long" he said playing with it. I laid my head on his lap as he ran his fingers through my hair. He was right, it was black like his. It swooped to the left. My hair was a little curly so I had two "wings" or half curl on the sides of my head. "You need to cut it" he said. I shot up and looked at him.
"Need?"
"Yeah, need"
"You saying I don't look good"
"No, I'm saying if it gets any longer it won't"
"Don't act like you don't love it" I chuckled. He rolled his eyes and got up. He then came back with scissors. "Jon what're you-AH Stop!" I laughed jumping over the couch as he came at me with scissors. "Joooooon no. Stop" I said. He walked really slow as I ran.
"Lemme cut it!" He laughed.
"No!" I yelled back. We laughed as he chased me slowly around the house with scissors.