You're Early [ManxBoy]

Chapter 12: I Miss Him

Charles

"Get up!" I ripped the sheets off of his body, causing him to instantly curl into a ball. "C'mon Dean, Chris will be back."

Just hearing his name caused a whine to emit from him. "I miss him."

"He's only been gone for a day."

"A day feels like forever without him." He replied stubbornly. Dean has been like this ever since he got back. At first, I believed he and Chris were fine, as he said they both confessed thier love for one another on the plane. But then just a few hours later, he was breaking down, repeatedly saying he lost Chris.

Reassuring him didn't do anything other than have him barely miss my head with a vase. Here I am, trying to be a good friend and help him out.

This is why people like me don't do nicey nice. Because when I actually try to do something nice, I get nothing. Nothing!

"Fine. Mope and cry until he comes back." I said sarcastically.

"Glad you see things my way." And then he was under his sheet again. Silently I yelled out and tugged on my hair before stomping out of his room and into the kitchen.

Picking up my cellphone, I quickly dialed in the number and placed it to my ear. Before I pressed call, I noticed something pop up in the call log.

But the phone was already ringing by the time I saw it. The ringing stopped by the third ring.

"Look! Whoever this is, stop calling me and not saying nothing! What the fuck is this? Scream!?" Was what I was met with. Pulling away from the phone and wincing a bit, I raised an eyebrow.

"It's me, Charles." I said in a small voice.

"Why do you keep calling me?"

"I don't call you. What are you talking about?"

"Well it must be the douche in the white mask and black dress because every time you call, or "don't call', all I hear is breathing before the line cuts off!"

As his words processed through my mind, I realized what he was talking about. I was just about to correct him when he cut me off.

"It's Dean isn't it?" He took my silence as a yes. "How's he doing?"

"Bad. He's hibernating under his sheets. The guy doesn't come out unless it's to use the bathroom." I took worried glanced at his closed door. "When do you think you're coming back?"

"Shouldn't be too long. I should be coming back within a matter of days." He promised. "Charles?"

"Yeah?"

"Please take care of him until I get back. Make sure he's living and not just moping around."

"I can't promise anything....."

"Charles."

I raised my hand up, although he couldn't see me. "Fine, fine. But you gotta come back soon."

"Bye." And then he hung up the phone. Scrolling down my call log, I saw that there'd been multiple calls, all to Chris.

Shaking my head, I placed it down on the counter and went into the freezer. I took out the Ben and Jerry's ice cream and quickly grabbed two spoons.

I swear, it was like living with a sad dog. Stepping up to his closed door and building up all the confidence I could, I pushed it open.

Wish me luck.

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Chris

"How's he doing?"

"Bad."