"Matt, 'm sorreh, I just- I just need some space," was the last thing Matt heard from his best friend before he set himself into isolation.
"Alex wai-"
Beep.
"Fuck!" Matt frantically began to dial Alex again, just to be met with an automated voicemail message. Missed calls from Matt began to add up, each one being sent to the same voicemail audio.
Defeated, Matt quickly scrolled through his contacts to find anothee person who could probably assist in this situation. Someone who could possibly help better than Matt himself.
Miles.
~~~
Unamusingly scrolling through the channels on his television, Alex felt his eyelids begin to weigh down, stealing another sip of beer before he soon wandered into the depths of sleep.
He fell asleep intoxicated and alone, with no one to hold him, and no one to ensure him that he was okay.
》》》
Awakening, Alex quickly realized he had gained a hangover and refused to get up. The man weakly grabbed his phone and checked the time, reading 2:34 P.M. He then stared out the sun-kissed window, tears beginning to fall from his eyes at the remembrance of yesterday, seeing small, faded hallucinations of the girl he longed for.
"A-Alexa..." he hoarsley got out, curling into a ball as his sheets soon got damp with salty, uncontrollable tears.
I... I need anotha one...
~~~
Just a few minutes later, Alex was back into his enthusiastic, woozy state. He was soon startled by the sound of his ringtone beginning to ring aloud.
Miles? Alex pondered, wondering why Miles would be calling him today.
"'Ey Mi..." Alex plopped onto his bed, beer in hand. "Whaddya want?"
"I... I heard about you and Alexa-are you okay?" Miles seemed a bit relieved about Alex even picking up the call, but obviously, Alex could barely sense Miles' emotion through his alcohol-filled brain.
"'Course I am..." Alex slurred, allowing Miles to finally figure out he was drunk.
Shit... Miles thought.
Not again...
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Pattern {Milex}
Fanfiction"No, I don't fuckin' miss 'er..." Alex lazily laughed though the phone, taking another sloppy swig from his beer bottle. "Ya got tha'?" "Al, this happened last time-It's like a patter-" "I'm fuckin' fine, Miles, piss off, will ya?" He interrupted, h...
