Addiction

66 || Returns

"When I told you to come over in the morning I didn't mean so early!" I whisper yell shoving Lucas inside Chase's apartment, and right before I close the door Dylan runs out of the elevator and inside the house in a hurry holding four coffees.

I bet that Lucas left him out of the elevator on their way up here on purpose, don't let his looks trick you, he is a menace.

"It's nine past ten," He shrugs "it's not early."

"It is early." Dylan rolls his eyes, handing me my coffee and I kiss his cheek as a thank you.

"So, where is Miller?" Lucas looks around the place looking for him.

"I am hiding him under the coffee table. Where do you think he is? Upstairs, asleep. Like all of us should be for at least another hour, but anyways." I take the first sip of my coffee and my soul finds peace.

"I am going to wake him up." Dylan grins evilly and the next moment he is running upstairs like his ass is on fire. We need to discuss important things and waking Miller up like that won't help at all. He is going to get up annoyed and grumpy and he won't be able to be part of a serious conversation without killing Dylan or Lucas for the fun of it. Maybe both of them even.

"No, Dylan, wait!" I hiss "Fuck!" I pinch the bridge of my nose, sighing.

"Did you receive another message or anything else since you left the club last night?" Lucas asks with his mouth full and I notice that he is holding a plate of chocolate chip cookies. Where did he even find that?

"Yes. Look at yourself." I give him my phone, grabbing a cookie from the plate. Damn, they are delicious.

He shakes his head and his jaw remains clenched as he reads the message and leaves my phone on the marble kitchen island "I promise you that we will find this motherfucker, witch."

Maybe we don't need to search at all.

"I hope so. Wait, what did you tell Gracie and you left so early from the hotel?" The two couples are staying at a hotel down the street even though all the three of us that live in New York insisted on staying with us.

"That I am going with Dylan to the gym." He shrugs and I nod my head, eating another cookie.

"NO! I AM SORRY! NOOOOO!"

Both me and Lucas turn our heads towards the stairs to see Dylan rushing down screaming as Chase is running after him "I will tie you to a chair on the top of a mountain and let all kinds of dangerous birds eat you alive!" He threatens him and he sounds already mad enough. And creative. Great.

"Not the birds!" Dylan screams "Anything but birds!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Is Chase's answer.

"You are a drama queen!" Dylan yells and hides behind an armchair in the living room. I look between the two of them confused and as Chase is making his way towards Dylan, I notice that his hair is wet and droplets of water are running down his face and his bare chest.

"What happened?" Lucas asks but I think I know the answer.

"He wasn't getting up and I emptied a glass of water on his face, oops!" Dylan hesitantly gets up thinking that he is safe but Chase goes over there and slaps him "Ouch!" He holds his face "That wasn't necessary!" He hisses.

"Neither throwing water at me was." He fires back before he walks away and makes his way towards me. He kisses me good morning and sits on the stool next to me. I give him his coffee and then Dylan joins us.

We are all sitting around the kitchen island sipping our coffees in silence.

Awkward silence and unexplainable tension.