Sucks 2BU (Series 1 Story 9)

🎴Wanted Back🎴

Rubiphire's POV

It's almost time for bed, it's past 10pm. Chris is still up just in the bedroom watching, "The Walking Dead Season 2." Geez, what is up with that fandom today? I walked in the bedroom, then I suddenly get a call on my phone.... from Arin? What does he want late at night? I walked out only to talk to him.

"Hey, Arin...", I say. "Hey there. I need you to come in tomorrow, something's going wrong at the Grumpspace since your week off...", he said.

Oh?

"What's going on, Arin?", I asked. "I know you don't wanna hear about it but..... just bare with me on this ok?", Arin replied. "Go on...", I insisted. "It's about.... Dan. He's been out of the normality since you left. I mean, I know you're friends with him but, he was desperate for you to come back....", he spoke.

"Geez, poor thing.", I responded. "Everyone tried cheering him up, but hardly anything worked, he wasn't up for it.", he replied, "Believe me, it was torturous for us!" "Did he cry?", I asked. "More than ever, Rubia. You won't believe how many times Dan cried.", he said. "And how many exactly?!", I insisted. "5 times,  10 at the maximum!", Arin replied.

10 times in one whole week?! Wow, I guess my point about him being emotional got through to him like a bullet.

"Oh my goodness, that's too many times!", I say. "I know, he cried at least more than twice per day you were gone. He missed you, Rubia, he wasn't the same.", Arin replied.

Now I feel bad for Danny. He shouldn't be like this.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be there as soon as possible tomorrow morning. It's a promise, Arin! And I'm pretty sure Danny's okay hopefully.", I said. "He's doing just fine now, I'll see you tomorrow morning at the Grumpspace.", Arin replied. "See you then, dude, have a good night.", I say and hung up.

"Rubia!", called Chris. "Coming, honey!", I replied. I walked back into the bedroom. "So, did the Walking Dead go off yet?", I asked. "Just 10 more minutes, babe.", he replied. Dammit.

"Forget about it, I'm sleeping, I have work tomorrow.", I said crawling in the bed. "Whatever, I'll finish this without you.", Chris says. "Just hurry up and go to bed, you're lacking alot of sleep.", I replied. "I know, I should be getting to bed. I have a job interview next week.", he said. "Well great, see you in the morning, Chris.", I yawned and drifted off. "Good night, my future wifey.", he whispered.