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Come Undone - Chapter Two
Fandom: Original Story
Summary: Once upon a time, there was a bookworm and a fledgling thug. They were the very best of friends, and the bookworm kicked some ass to help out his buddy the thug. Now, six years later, karma came back for revenge.
Disclaimer: Miiiiiiiine :D
Fandom: Original Story
Summary: Once upon a time, there was a bookworm and a fledgling thug. They were the very best of friends, and the bookworm kicked some ass to help out his buddy the thug. Now, six years later, karma came back for revenge.
Disclaimer: Miiiiiiiine :D
“What do you mean Jayden’s gone?”
Zayne made an aggravated noise as he ran his hand through his hair; for once, Alexander was completely unconcerned about the water the movement flung across the floor. “He’s missing,” Zayne repeated. “Didn’t show up to work and he’s not answering his phone. No one’s seen him since Wednesday night. Two days. Unless you have.”
Alex frowned as he got up, his annoyance at being woken at nearly two in the morning completely forgotten. “I haven’t heard from him since Monday. I just thought he was busy with school.”
Zayne made another frustrated sound, watching Alex as he stumbled into his closet. “Haven’t seen him on campus either. Already asked around to see if any of his professors knew where he was.”
“You check his apartment?” Alex asked, pushing a coat into Zayne’s arms as he passed him, retrieving his own coat from the stand in the front room.
“He didn’t answer when I knocked and I don’t have a key.” Zayne started to put the coat down as Alex scurried around his apartment, stopping when the shorter man shot him a look. “I don’t need it. I’m already soaked.”
“Put it on anyway, you’ll get sick walking around in the rain like that,” Alex said sternly, digging his key ring and cell phone out of a pile of books and other school supplies strewn across the counter. “I’ve got the spare for Jayden’s apartment. I hope he didn’t hurt himself in that pit he lives in.”
Zayne snorted as he followed Alex out the front door, pulling it shut behind him. “Let’s hope he’s even there.”
The usually loud apartment was ominously quiet as Alex opened the door, none of the loud music Jayden preferred playing. Zayne frowned as he walked inside, nudging aside some of the clutter with his foot as Alex shut the door behind them.
“Jayden?” he called, carefully stepping around the books and clothes strewn across the floor. “You here?”
The apartment remained silent, and Zayne’s frown grew deeper as he worked his way around to the partition that separated the small apartment into two rooms. The bed on the other side was unmade, more clothes tossed haphazardly across the foot and notebooks by the pillows. There was, however, a small blinking device half hidden under the blanket.
“He’s not here,” Zayne called. “But his phone is.”
“That’s not comforting,” Alex said, taking the phone when Zayne came back around and held it out to him. “He never goes anywhere without this thing.”
“He probably forgot it here again,” Zayne grumbled. “Load of good that does us.”
Alex sighed as he slipped the phone into his pocket. “I’ll call Mom and Aunt Tara in the morning. Maybe they’ve heard from Jay,” he said, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “I just hope he’s okay.”
Zayne sighed, drawing Alex into a one-armed hug upon seeing the worried expression he wore. “He’s probably fine,” he said. “We’ll find him.”
“And beat him for freaking us out,” Alex said, leaning into Zayne’s side.
“Yes, and beat him for freaking you out,” Zayne agreed, snorting. “But in the morning. I don’t think we’ll make any headway running around in sleet.”
“Or the dark, for that matter,” Alex added, shaking his head. “You going to crash at my place or yours?” he asked after a moment.
Zayne didn’t miss a beat. “Yours,” he said. “Don’t have to climb as many stairs that way.”
“Lazy,” Alex mock scolded, though there was no real force behind his words. He then sighed again, slipping free of Zayne’s arm. “We might as well get back, then.”
Zayne easily caught up to Alex’s tired strides as he left and locked up the apartment, taking his key ring once the door had been closed. “I’ll drive,” he insisted, despite Alex’s half formed protests. “The roads are bad and you’re stressed and tired.
Alex frowned for a second, before he caved and nodded. “Alright. You drive.”
Zayne smiled in return, putting his arm back around Alex’s shoulders and leading him towards the stairs. “Glad you see it my way. So, I was thinking, you should make waffles for breakfast tomorrow…what? Don’t give me that look!”
Zayne made an aggravated noise as he ran his hand through his hair; for once, Alexander was completely unconcerned about the water the movement flung across the floor. “He’s missing,” Zayne repeated. “Didn’t show up to work and he’s not answering his phone. No one’s seen him since Wednesday night. Two days. Unless you have.”
Alex frowned as he got up, his annoyance at being woken at nearly two in the morning completely forgotten. “I haven’t heard from him since Monday. I just thought he was busy with school.”
Zayne made another frustrated sound, watching Alex as he stumbled into his closet. “Haven’t seen him on campus either. Already asked around to see if any of his professors knew where he was.”
“You check his apartment?” Alex asked, pushing a coat into Zayne’s arms as he passed him, retrieving his own coat from the stand in the front room.
“He didn’t answer when I knocked and I don’t have a key.” Zayne started to put the coat down as Alex scurried around his apartment, stopping when the shorter man shot him a look. “I don’t need it. I’m already soaked.”
“Put it on anyway, you’ll get sick walking around in the rain like that,” Alex said sternly, digging his key ring and cell phone out of a pile of books and other school supplies strewn across the counter. “I’ve got the spare for Jayden’s apartment. I hope he didn’t hurt himself in that pit he lives in.”
Zayne snorted as he followed Alex out the front door, pulling it shut behind him. “Let’s hope he’s even there.”
The usually loud apartment was ominously quiet as Alex opened the door, none of the loud music Jayden preferred playing. Zayne frowned as he walked inside, nudging aside some of the clutter with his foot as Alex shut the door behind them.
“Jayden?” he called, carefully stepping around the books and clothes strewn across the floor. “You here?”
The apartment remained silent, and Zayne’s frown grew deeper as he worked his way around to the partition that separated the small apartment into two rooms. The bed on the other side was unmade, more clothes tossed haphazardly across the foot and notebooks by the pillows. There was, however, a small blinking device half hidden under the blanket.
“He’s not here,” Zayne called. “But his phone is.”
“That’s not comforting,” Alex said, taking the phone when Zayne came back around and held it out to him. “He never goes anywhere without this thing.”
“He probably forgot it here again,” Zayne grumbled. “Load of good that does us.”
Alex sighed as he slipped the phone into his pocket. “I’ll call Mom and Aunt Tara in the morning. Maybe they’ve heard from Jay,” he said, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “I just hope he’s okay.”
Zayne sighed, drawing Alex into a one-armed hug upon seeing the worried expression he wore. “He’s probably fine,” he said. “We’ll find him.”
“And beat him for freaking us out,” Alex said, leaning into Zayne’s side.
“Yes, and beat him for freaking you out,” Zayne agreed, snorting. “But in the morning. I don’t think we’ll make any headway running around in sleet.”
“Or the dark, for that matter,” Alex added, shaking his head. “You going to crash at my place or yours?” he asked after a moment.
Zayne didn’t miss a beat. “Yours,” he said. “Don’t have to climb as many stairs that way.”
“Lazy,” Alex mock scolded, though there was no real force behind his words. He then sighed again, slipping free of Zayne’s arm. “We might as well get back, then.”
Zayne easily caught up to Alex’s tired strides as he left and locked up the apartment, taking his key ring once the door had been closed. “I’ll drive,” he insisted, despite Alex’s half formed protests. “The roads are bad and you’re stressed and tired.
Alex frowned for a second, before he caved and nodded. “Alright. You drive.”
Zayne smiled in return, putting his arm back around Alex’s shoulders and leading him towards the stairs. “Glad you see it my way. So, I was thinking, you should make waffles for breakfast tomorrow…what? Don’t give me that look!”