Two Player Game

~Chapter Fourty-Three~

("No. Then I don't care about my life. Not if....... not if he just throws away his.")

("There's always someone to help him, he's never successful. He fears death. He panics or someone finds him.")

("........He can't die. If he does then... then I guess I practically quit. I care about him too much for that to happen.")

("He won't, I assure you. He has a support system of other people. Jared, Evan. ")

("I guess.")

("He'll get over it, more or less.")

("What does that mean?")

("Eventually he'll stop thinking of you. He'll essentially become the Evan to your Conner, so to speak. ")

("Oh.......")

("You'll become a name he doesn't dare speak, things that remind him of you will become taboo. Your tattoo will be something he hates to look at, a reminder that he wasn't for you.")

("You're just making this so much worse.")

("Apologies.")

("Just shut up and let me sleep. Please.")

("Suit yourself. ") Jeremy sighs. He's frustrated and sad. Michael is out, snoring softly. Jeremy kisses his forehead and closes his eyes.

The next morning is lazy, Michael waking slowly and looking around a bit. Jeremy isn't there. He couldn't sleep and he needed to go for an early morning stroll.

"Jer? Wha-?" he sits up. "Dude, I need an air freshener, it smells like straight up weed in here." That's right when Jared walks I .

"Jesus Christ. What did you guys do last night? Make a non fire using weed?"

"Uh... Yes. And you missed it."

"Dammit. Jeremy?"

"He uh... He's not here. I don't know where he is though, I just got up. What time is it?"

"Noon."

"Damn." he takes a breath and chuckles. "At least it doesn't smell like hot Gay sex in here." he stops. "Did I say that out loud?"

"Absolutely."

"Shit. Well, there you have it I guess. We got high and fucked. Hard." he grins.

"I didn't need to know that much."

"Oh well." he snickers. Jared rolls his eyes.

"Evans back to his project today. He's gonna come back over tonight."

"Damn, no more crazy hot sex then..."

"At least not tonight."

"for either of us. Shame."

"What about Rich?" Rich comes strolling in from a shower.

"Morning, nerds."

"Where were you?"

"Last night, a party. Just now, showering the smell of party off me."

"You get some last night?"

"What's party smell like?"

"To answer both questions: Party smells like Jake Dillinger's expensive cologne."

"Whaaaaaaaat."

"I don't know who that is."

"This guy we went to high school with, Insanely popular, Insanely Cool-"

"Insanely hot. "

"Another person from your high school? The fuck?"

"Dude, none of us went far. We're like an hour away from where we went to high school, I think Jenna and Christine might be the only ones that really want anywhere."

"Damn. I'm the only one from my high school that went here."

"Makes sense, you're from Virginia."

"Yeah right."

"But seriously?? Jake??"

"Yep. Proud of ya boy?"

"Extremely!"

"Why are we all so gay?"

"Gaydar brought us together."

"He's so big, Mikey, I'm telling you."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh my God, Rich."

"Okay okay okay. It think you should could call Jeremy."

"You're right, you're right."

"felt like I had to use two hands..."

"riCH."

"stOP."

"I'm sorry, I'm in shock!"

"I'm calling Jeremy." he does just that. He picks up.

"Hello?"

"Baby, where are you?"

"I, uh, I don't exactly know."

"... Huh?"

"I dont know where I am!"

"Well what do you see around you?"

"It's like the creepy part of New Jersey Or parents never even talked about around us."

"Fuck, I'll come Get you, what's the nearest street called?"

"There aren't any street signs. Michael please find me, I'm in the dark part of town and I'm a wheelchair."

"Shit- baby I'm coming"

"Hurry." He hangs up and sprints for the door to get out to his car.

"Michael what's wrong??"

"Can't talk, my boy is lost!!"

"What??"