~Christian Novelli One Shots~

"Dare Me To Jump Off This Jersey Bridge"

My curly hair was a mess upon my head, and I hadn’t eaten in forever, much less showered or changed clothes.

Christian had been missing for an entire day now.

“They checked at his mom’s place- nothing,” the gray-haired, middle aged officer told me, obviously avoiding eye contact.

“His dad’s?” I asked briskly.

“That’s where they’re at now, sweetie. There’s nothing much you can do. Just have a cup of coffee; relax,” he rolled his eyes at me and sighed.

I lowered my head and stared at him from under my eye brows with as much hatred that I could physically manage. “Christian is my boyfriend, sir. He’s gone missing. How could I not be worried? I want to help!” I shouted, tears glazing over my eyes and running over, down my face, into my drink.

“You need to calm down, Miss,” he said plainly, extending a tanned, wrinkled hand. I shook my head and bit the inside of my mouth to keep from screaming.

I traced the lines in the dusty, white cinderblock walls with my finger, paced back and forth, and scrolled through Christian’s tweets. Anything to pass time. My mind raced with ideas or thoughts of places he could be, or who could have taken him, or why he would leave.

I flashed back a whole day ago, when Christian and I laid out underneath the stars and listened to Pierce The Veil until I fell asleep on his chest. Everything was perfect, then.

“I’d do anything for you,” he said.

“Anything?” I had asked.

“I love you, so… yes,” he smiled, then kissed my nose.

Memories haunted me now, partly because I was afraid there wouldn’t be more, and party because maybe, just maybe, there was something I had missed. Maybe somewhere in there, there was sign. And it would be all my fault if I couldn’t remember it.

But staying here in this room alone wouldn’t do anything. I had to get out. I grabbed my saddle bag and left my coffee, then headed for the door.

“Miss? Miss!” the officer shouted after me as I shuffled out into the night. I didn’t think he’d come after me, and I was right.

My Honda was already unlocked, so I swung open the door and immediately revved up the engine. My stereo began to blast a Pierce The Veil song, almost sending me into a hysterical breakdown. I didn’t turn it off; I couldn’t. I blinked back the tears and continued down the road, speeding slightly.

Where would he be? He rarely left the house or Seattle.

“King For A Day” began to play loudly from my speakers. I stopped at a red light and waited impatiently.  “Dare me to jump off this Jersey Bridge!” the lyrics rang. My eyes widened. Maybe. Maybe.

I swerved across the lane as soon as the light turned green, barely missing another truck that blew his horn loudly at me.

In just five minutes, I reached the airport. Taking my jacket, my bag, a picture of Christian I took on the beach, and several other things in my car, I left for the entrance.

“Excuse me, have you seen this, er, man?” I asked breathlessly when I passed a security guard.

“Sorry, ma’am, can’t say I have,” he frowned, then walked on down the sidewalk.

I sighed angrily and continued inside. Perfect. The front desk.

“Um, hi, I’m looking for my boyfriend,” I laid the picture out on the desk in front of a plump, older lady in need of a re-dye. “Have you seen him?” I pressed.