"You're my Clementine to my Aubergine-time!" // Davesport [DSAF]

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Why did he feel like this?
Why did he feel so nervous around him? Why did he feel like he was about to melt when he touched him?
Why did he feel like his face was on fire when he looked at him?
Why did he feel like floating?
Why did he miss hi so much when he was gone?
Why did he feel like he was going to have a heart attack?
Why did he feel like he was going to loose his cool?
These were the questions Jack couldn't stop thinking of that kept him up as he tried to sleep that night. He was wrestles and couldn't stop turning around has his mind ran with thoughts as he thought about him. He wished the pillow he was hugging in that moment was him. But why? Why was he thinking like that?
The man groaned as he laid on his back, staring at the dark ceiling that was dimly lit by the light of the bathroom light down the hall he always refused to turn off each night. His vision was fuzzy as the darkness fought with the light, trying to see which would show off more than the other, which made the shadows almost dance. His eyes stung as they burned from the dust falling into his almost dried eyes from him shedding so much of those sleepy tears every time he yawned, which made his boss even ask him if he was ok cause he thought the dude was crying.
An irritated groan came out of Jack as he laid onto his side before he reached for his phone, scrolling through random things before he thought about him again, to which he looked at their text convo.. their last text was the day before he came to work yesterday.
"Can't wait to see you, Old Sport! :)" Was what was sent to Jack.
He sighed as he scrolled a bit through the poor conversations they had together, but when they did talk, they didn't seem to stop for hours. One of their longest text conversations started at 5pm to 3am. Jack was really curious about how they had such a long conversation for that and what exactly triggered such a long convo... from what he remembered, it started from Dave asking if Jack liked coconuts for some reason.
But something during his thinking, he typed something down and his finger now hovered over the "send" button, before pressing down.
"Hey, wyd?" Was all the text said. He sat there for some time before he stood up and walked downstairs, grabbing himself a cup filled with tap water and sitting on the kitchen counter in the darkness that seemed to almost consume him, a small yawn escaping his mouth as he took a sip of the water.

His phone vibrated on the nightstand as soon as he threw the blankets over him, to which he grabbed for the phone and opened it to look at the notification.
"Notin much, managed to damage my hand pretty bad with some glass," A photo followed the message. "Pretty gruesome! Thankfully I can use both my hands."
The image was really low quality and included Dave's hand wrapped in bandages that were slightly bloody, his hand looked slightly red from where the bandages were wrapped.
"What the fuck did you do???" Jack responded, his eyes slightly wide.
"I accidentally punched our brand new mirror :("
A sigh escaped Jack's lips as he held the pillow once again, feeling his body relax more as he continued to text Dave, those spinning thoughts seeming to relax as he stared at the screen that reflected a conversation back into his eyes.
He talked to him for god knows how long until he finally passed out.

Jack entered the building, seeming refreshed again as he approached his boss, having a short conversation with him as he wasn't paying much attention as his eyes were darting around and trying to look for Dave, so the only thing he caught from Scott was they he'd have to wear a suit again and go back to entertaining the kids.
He'd wave the phone away and thank him for the info before rushing to the safe room, pushing open the door the door open with an excited smile on his face as he looked around for the aubergine male that was one of his best friends...
But he wasn't there.
His suit was still there though.
Jack looked around a bit and noticed the shattered mirror, the broken pieces littered the dirty room and the flickering light made the shattered glass glow and flicker ever so often, adding more light to the room. Looking around more, he noticed the blood on the table and some glass shards that had blood on them, asking him cringe as he remembered what happened to Dave.
He suited up real quick since they were gonna open in about 20 minutes or so before leaving the room and looking around more, searching for Dave.
But he couldn't find him.
No matter how much he looked.
He eventually approached his boss again, seeing if he knew the answer.
"Hey, Phone Guy, have you seen Dave anywhere?" Jack asked, making the phone turn.
"He hasn't been here since yesterday." He'd answer.
Jack nodded as he felt a slight tug on this insides. "I'll see if I can get ahold of him."

He wont answer.
He's messaged him, he's even called him.
Why the hell wont he pick up the phone?!
Where is he?
Why wont he answer?!
He waited and waited the whole day as he slaved for the goblin children to satisfy them as a way to pass time. But it didn't work. He'd stare at the doors every so often hoping for him to walk through those doors and make some dumb excuse as to why he wasn't at work that day.
Yet, during all of this, he didn't understand why he felt so worried over him not showing up to work for one day, it was normal for him. But he still had this stabbing pain in his chest that ached.
He missed him, badly. But why?
Maybe because he was his only friend at this dump who helped him get through the day.
Yeah, that's why. He just simply missed his best friend.
So then why did it hurt to stare at the doors and not see him approach him with his normal greeting? Did he really miss him that badly?

The whole day Jack has been on edge because Dave never responded to him nor did he show up at work that day but he never truly understood exactly why he felt that much fear on Dave never showing up. It could of just been from them not meeting in so long and like last time they only talked for a few days before he ghosted Jack for awhile after Vegas, so that could just be the case. Why did Dave randomly disappear all of a sudden after only two days? They didn't even get the place shut down yet.
Jack would sigh as random thoughts ran through his head as he slowly removed the suit off of him, huffing as he moved the heavy metal parts around and got them back to their original place and glancing around the room a few times. Thanks to the broken mirror, he couldn't look in it for some help on seeing if his tie was on right so he had to do it with this phones camera, which was a hassle considering it was a cheep Nokia looking phone that had a shitty camera quality and the camera didn't even work so he had to rely on the reflection of the screen.
As he adjusted his tie the best he could and looking down at it to make sure it was correct, the sound of his phone vibrating brought his attention to the phone quickly as he stared at the screen.
"Sorry, was taking my dog on a walk." The message read, making Jack chuckle to himself.
He doesn't even own a dog Jack thought to himself, which was proven to him from their late night conversation when they tried catching up more, but knowing Dave he probably just found himself one so he used that as an excuse. He doesn't really lie about situations, but he also doesn't really tell the full truth to them.
The orange man shoved his phone into his back pocket as he dusted his arms off before striding out the room, feeling the anxious feeling he had pilling on him before float off of him.