Once His [ON BREAK]

Two

Hey guys! Thanks for reading 'One' and I hope you will enjoy part two!

And just to clarify, the note at the beginning of 'One' was just to explain the story a bit better, if you were confused.

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Damn, ice cream is good.

Especially on a hot summer day, hanging out with your friends at the beach.

But its also good when you eat a whole tub with your best friend while watching 'American Horror Story' on Netflix. Thats super fun, as well.

"So, have you looked at the note yet?" Bryce says, licking his spoon as sitting up on the bed, the comforter wrapped around his legs. I shake my head. I had been trying to ignore the note we had found in the gym, yet I still had to think that it was important, and that I had to read it at one point. "Should we read it now?" he asks, shaking his raven hair out. I shake my head again, but this time more firmly.

"Why read it now when we can talk about other stuff? Like, stuff that doesn't involve me getting upset over a scrap of paper? You know I will," I say, putting on a fake pout in his direction. He chuckles and gets up, standing by the window, but facing me. His brilliant hazel eyes, which I was always jealous of, dart over to the door of my bedroom, then back at me.

"I'm going to go the bathroom, okay? Don't read any notes until I'm back, Blue." he says playfully, ruffling my hair slightly, messing up the bright gold curls, which had already been crushed by laying my head on a pillow for so long. I nod as he strides from the window seat to my bedroom door, opening and closing it quickly, with a slam.

I dart from under my covers to my vanity table, where I kept the note in my jewelry box. I open it carefully, searching under the necklace my mother had given me before her death: a beautiful ruby pendant that would hang low on the throat. I smiled and soon found the crumbled paper that Bryce had found on the gym floor. I set the box down and open the paper carefully, reading:

Dear Mr. Blue,

Hello, my dear friend and co-worker. I've been wondering how you've been, and how you've been doing in your adventures. I hope all is well, and that you have been exceeding your boss' expectations. You must have achieved in finding the girl, because she is the priority you need to win your freedom. She is all you need, Jacob. Get the girl. She is yo-

A large splotch of blood covered the following words, and the letter stopped there. It was confusing, looking at a letter about you, as though it was your whole future, and it just stopped in a bloody dot. And that was how your life would end, one bloody splotch.

I put the letter away carefully under the pendant, and put the small silver box away in the drawer at the bottom of the table. I plopped back into my position in my covers and curled up, the pillow in the arms.

The door creaked open, and Bryce appeared again, this time holding a small box. A ribbon was tied around the small package, and a small tag was attached to it. He was grinning, as though he had just saved the world from hunger. I shoot him a questioning look, and he drops down next to me on the bed.

"I know its kind of early- only by a week- but happy birthday, Casey Blue." he says, putting the box into my hands. I open my mouth in surprise, and look up at him, wrapping my arms around him.

"Thank you so much, Brycey." I say into his neck, his hair tickling my nose and forehead. I lean off of him and begin to open the box, which is a bright teal. I quickly get the bow off and carefully rip the floral wrapping paper off. Opening the velvetty box up, I open my mouth, speechless.