Oneshots (Garrance Mostly) :)

Mind Fricked: Part 2

The boy let an involuntary growl rumble in his chest, his eyes narrowing at the device in his hands.

Delivered

That was the only thing that was on his screen that indicated his mate had received his messages. No "Read," or "Typing." Zip to show he was going to respond any time soon.

He was starting to get annoyed with this disappearing act Laurence was pulling—but really and truly—he was deeply concerned about his best friend's health (whether it be mental or physical). It hadn't been the first time it had transpired with the Latino, and the more it occurred, the more Garroth was bothered.

He knew of Laurence's past, though he never talked about it, and the blonde boy who sat on his bed anxiously was worried that it was something to do with that. Laurence had been a foundling for most of his life, and he practically shunned every holiday because it had to do with his family (that didn't want him, the Latino's words). He hated his birthday because it reminded him of his mum, who had given him up for adoption at first glance. He didn't like any other occations because they reminded him how close family should be. How loving they should be towards each other. Alas, his parents were not.

Several times, when Garroth learned about this, he had invited Laurence over for a Thanksgiving dinner with him or a 4th of July party so they could hang out. Laurence claimed he was too much of a "burden," and wouldn't be having it.

Laurence was headstrong, per se.

Garroth sighed in defeat as his phone remained silent. He continued to send texts, though. Text after text, blowing up his phone until he had the courtesy to respond.

He stopped, however, when his phone pinged. His heart lept to his throat. That feeling of, oh my God, he responded, welled inside of him and he scrambled to check.

Imagine the disappointment when it was none other than the Casanova's sister.

Dude, I think his phone is going to crash if you keep texting him.

Garroth frowned.

So it's not on silent? He can hear it?

If she knew he was texting that meant either, A, she had his phone and something really was wrong, or B, he was simply ignoring his phone.

His phone went off and he could feel his chest burn at her response.

He's ignoring everyone's texts. Won't even go to school, but you knew that. I think I've gotten him to listen to me a bit, but he's still resisting. I just checked on him and he fell asleep with his phone in front of his face.

She sent another.

I'm worried for him

That sure got to Garroth. If Laurence was torturing himself because something was up and wouldn't even allow himself to talk to his friends, it was time for his best friend to intervene.

You think I could come over?

He didn't even have to wait five seconds before Cadenza's answer came back.

Yes.

He shoved his phone in his pocket and darted out of his room.

His heart pounded in his chest as he gathered the things he'd need: keys, wallet, phone.

Phone. Phone? Where's my—?

He felt embarrassment racing through his back as he replayed himself shoving his phone into his front pocket, where it still lay. He shoved his shoes over his feet on his way down the stairs and almost tripped as he shifted around the corner, almost at the coat rack. He slammed into someone, who let out a gasp and stumbled against the wall.