Sweet Devil [BL]

Chapter 111. A Familiar Sight

Gabriel rang the bell and knocked on the door, but no one came to open it even after several minutes passed. Restraining a sigh, he pressed the doorbell again, keeping his finger on the button a bit longer, and hit the door a few more times. But the result was still the same. No one seemed to be making their way to the front door.

However, there was definitely someone at home; he could hear noises coming from inside, the loud music making the walls tremble.

Feeling his mouth twitch, Gabriel took out his cell phone from his coat pocket and tried to call Stephan for the nth time. But then again, his friend didn't pick up, and all he heard was the dial tone. Goodness, why wasn't Stephan picking up today of all days? He was usually glued to his cell phone, peeking at it every second. So how come he wasn't answering?!

"How many missed calls does this make?" Misha wondered, furrowing his brow slightly.

"Dunno. I stopped to count after ten," Masha shrugged before glancing at Gabriel, asking, "What should we do now?"

"Well, we don't really have a choice. We need to talk to him today, so let's just get in and search for his whereabouts. Someone forgot to lock the door," Gabriel sighed as he turned the doorknob, opening the said unlocked door. "Anyway, I'm sure Stephan is inside. His dad is not the kind to turn the music up so loud; only he would do that."

Among the three, not one was shy, so they casually went in, their heads held high as if they weren't currently trespassing. Stephan just had to lock the door if he didn't want anyone to come in!

Anyway, they all knew Gabriel was right; they couldn't postpone today's discussion. The next time Gabriel would be able to go out was unsure. Besides, Angela could always change her mind, saying that she didn't like the idea of her "son" spending so much time with someone who had brought him to death's door—because one day per month was still too much, too risky.

And who knows if Angela wouldn't assign him a chaperon in the future instead of locking him up. With an extra person tagging along, how could they openly talk about time travel and their plans for the future with Stephan? Whatever they said would travel back to Angela's ears. So, regardless of Stephan's feelings, they were going to use today's golden chance to corner him, determined not to waste it.

The music was even louder inside the house, making Misha reflexively cover his ears with his hands, his small face twisted into a grimace. His eardrums would burst if he stayed here for too long! Why was it so loud?! The Stephan he knew wasn't fond of loud, boisterous music. No, the bar always had a calm atmosphere. Had his taste perhaps changed over the years?

They passed by the living room, and Gabriel noticed Stephan's cell phone carelessly abandoned on the table. So, his friend didn't have it by his side; no wonder he didn't answer. It was near impossible to hear the ringtone amid all the noises.

Gabriel looked around and couldn't help but narrow his eyes, feeling a little exasperate deep down. The state of the living room was alarming, to the point where it almost made him feel bad for the cleaning lady, who would have to clean up after Stephan.

Many bottles of alcohol littered the floor, and even pieces of clothing were thrown haphazardly; empty bags of chips and popcorn were scattered everywhere, accompanied by several snacks forgotten here and there. It also seemed like Stephan had knocked a few glasses of alcohol while intoxicated, dirtying the floor and whatnot. It was one hell of a mess.

"Well, looks like someone had fun yesterday while their dad was out," Masha snickered, glancing at some panties left on the back of the couch. "Do you really think that playboy will be able to keep his dick in his pants? That's harder to imagine than time traveling, to be honest."