How this works: Pick a band/musician and answer the questions with song titles by the band/musician you chose.

Band/Musician: Hedley

Who are you?
Villain

Are you male or female?
Johnny Falls

How do you live your life?
Been There Done That

How do you see yourself?
Ony My Own

How do others see you?
Sugar Free

How are you feeling?
Me, You, and my Medication

How do you love?
Trip

Who do you love?
I Don't Believe It

Where do you wish you were?
For The Nights I Can't Remember

What is your advice?
Dying To Live Again

Evander knew that he was confusing the hell out of Alex because he was going from hot to cold and then back again.  He just didn't know what to do.  This was a completely new situation for him, completely new and he was at a loss for it.  He had never <i>thought</i> of being with a guy before and now he was kind of dating Alex.  There had been a couple kisses and they had been nice but nothing further had happened.  He had to figure himself out.

But first he needed to talk to Alex.  So he was hoping that it was okay that he show up a little early for the Easter dinner. 

At two-thirty, an hour and a half before the dinner, he was at the front door of their place and knocking.  He had chosen black jeans, a green shirt and a suede jacket over top.  Covered his buzzed blond hair with a fedora.  Tilting his head to the side, he ignored the nervous sensation in his stomach as he waited for Alex or someone to open the door and let him in.

Evander shifted the bag from one hand to another, staring at the buzzer system in front of him as he looked over the list and found what he was looking for.  Pressing the button, he buzzed up to Ford and Alex's apartment before stepping back to wait for them to let him up.  He glanced around, noting that it was starting to get dark.  He had been sitting at home when his sister told him about a post on Ford's page about Alex being injured.  He wasn't going to lie, his heart had jumped into his throat.  Now he was here, partially on his sister's behalf, to make sure that the young man was alright.

He had also brought food, chinese food from down the street and he was hoping it was okay.  He had gotten a little bit of everything in little cartons so that they could just eat out of them while hanging out.  He licked his lips, glancing down at himself.  He wore a pair of blue jeans and a green shirt that clung to him a bit, a brown suede jacket over top.  Waiting, he silently tapped his foot till the buzz came and then he hurried through the door. 

Few seconds later, he knocked on the front door of their apartment.