April 2nd
My textbooks are spread out in a semicircle around me, I'm hoping that somehow this chaos will lead me to some sort of breakthrough. It's exams season and I need to squeeze as much knowledge into my brain as possible, as quickly as possible. The tibia is connected to the fibula. Sulfur forms in an orthorhombic system. And myelination is...probably important... and my brain is full! I need a break. I reach for my phone, five minutes, I tell myself, then back to the worlds of biology, mineralogy and whatever other -ologies I have decided to subject myself to this semester.
I see a string of missed calls and frantic looking texts from Techno. His texts usually tend to err on the frantic side anyway, but these seem especially exclamation point laden, even for Techno.
-TYPE! Received 1:04 PM
-TYPE!!!! 1:04 PM
-OMG I need your help!!! Received 1:04 PM
-Call me back when you can Received 1:04 PM
-By which I mean, CALL ME BACK RIGHT THIS SECOND! Received 1:04 PM
-SOS Received 1:05 PM
-Save Our Ship Received 1:05 PM
-Stressful Ordeal Starting!!! Received 1:05PM
-Surviving On Serendipity Received 1:06 PM
-Signal Override Successful. {Connection Terminated} Received 1:06 PM
-Just kidding, there is still a signal, but you really need to call me back, cuz what if it were true?? Received 1:07 PM
-Type I'm not kidding! This is an EMERGENCY!!! Received 1:07 PM
-I don't know what to do! Received 1:07 PM
-I'm hiding in my closet!! Received 1:07 PM
-Oh my god, I can hear them, what if they find me in here? Received 1:07 PM
I frown down at the messages. I never know when to take Techno seriously. My instinct is to just text back a clown emoji and be done with it, but against my better judgment I call him back.
"Type?" Techno whispers into my ear "are you on your way?"
"On my way where? And why are you whispering? Its weird"
"I don't want them to hear me" he says, still whispering
"You don't want who to hear you? And Techno, they would have heard your phone anyway! Your ringtone is La Marseillaise!"
I can practically hear Techno shrugging at that inconsequential detail. As though, in the event of a home invasion, the intruders would never think to follow the sounds of blaring horns and crashing drums right to his hiding place in the closet. I know he hasn't bothered to silence them.
"La Marseillaise is not a ringtone, it is a national anthem and it deserves respect!"
I don't bother to point out that it is a ringtone. His ringtone. And if anyone is being disrespectful to the song by making it into a ringtone it's him!
"Shhh" I remind him instead, "they will hear you! Whoever "they" is...who are you hiding from?"
"There's a bit of a situation in my bedroom" Techno says, whispering again, "I left my window open last night and this morning I found a rat on my bed! My bed!! Where I sleep!"
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FanfictionTharn and Type have been dating for about a year, and they are still completely in love. But all it takes is one unexpected moment to throw their lives into chaos. They will have to question their own obligations to each other, and what their relati...
