𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗼𝘆, 𝘫.𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯

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✧.* LOVERBOY ღ

Knock Knock Knock

You stood anxiously, fiddling with the string on your hoodie while you waited for the door to be answered. It was crazy how much has happened during the past six months. All at once, all too soon. Maybe if...

You heard footsteps grow louder as they came closer to the door. The latch was pulled then the door opened, "Y/N? What are you doing here?"

"Hey Connie. Can I come in?"

"Uh-yeah. Of course."

He stepped aside so that you could enter the apartment while you searched with your eyes for a sign of Jean. Your view was interrupted by Connie's round head stepping in front of you, "Want anything to drink?"

You shook your head, "No thanks," you walked beside him and leaned back onto the sofa with your arms folded, "I know you know where Jean is so could you please just tell me."

He groaned and started rubbing his head, "Y/N..."

"I know, I know. We put you in an awkward position, but you know me. I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important. I need to speak to him; it's driving me crazy."

He sighed and put his hands behind his head before walking into the kitchen, "I wish things weren't like this."

"You and me both..." you followed him with your eyes as he disappeared into the kitchen. Since you were already in the living room, you decided to keep examining. You looked over your shoulder and saw something rather familiar on the coffee table. You walked over to it and picked up the object. It was a black and white composition notebook with specific writing on the front which alerted you that it belonged to Jean.

You inhaled and walked into the kitchen with the notebook still in hand. You saw Connie leaning into the refrigerator, talking to himself or rather to whoever was on the phone that was pressed against his ear, "What do you mean when she's coming? She's here now! What do I say to her? What do you mean you don't know?! This is because of you."

"Is that Jean?"

He hit his head from abruptly lifting it due to your intrusion, "Uh...um."

You walked over to him and grabbed the phone, hearing Jeans' voice on the other end, "I know it's you so why don't you just tell me where you are then we can talk." You heard silence then three clicks. He hung up. "What the fuck?"

You brought the phone to your side, clicked your tongue then stared at Connie. He knew that intimidating gaze from his mother during his childhood that followed him even now, "Nope. Uht uht."

He ran into the living room on one side of the couch while you stood at the other, "I just want..." you started walking towards him then he moved the opposite direction, "-you to tell me..." he did it once more, "-where he is."

You grew tired of this and hopped over the sofa, tackling him down before he could escape. You grabbed one of his arms and put it behind his back while sitting on his legs, "Just tell me where he is, and I'll let you go!"

"Jesus! Okay, okay. No need for the violence."

"I'm sorry. I'm just frustrated and angry from Jean constantly ignoring me."