Jake Webber x Johnnie Guilbert ||• One-Shots •||

Miss You

Just wanted to get a chapter out so this one might be a bit shorter but its a pretty sad one 🥲

TW
-Suicide
-losing someone
-lots of blood and tears
-↑ other things like that
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Jake POV:

 
  I woke up pretty early and walked downstairs to the kitchen. To be honest, I wasn't even tired. It was 5am and i usually wake up at around 7. But i did go to sleep earlier than usual i guess. Whatever. More time to do stuff.

  I opened the fridge and pulled out raw bacon and eggs. I got out a pan and started frying the bacon. I just wanted to eat fast. I also decided id make something for Johnnie.

  I finished my food and shortly after, finished Johnnies plate aswell. I took his plate and walked up to his room. I left it outside of his door and then stood back up, knowing he was probably still asleep, i just didn't wanna wake him up.

  Smiling, i walked off and sat on the couch with my food, quickly eating it. I turned on the tv and settled on watching some random shit. So thats what i did for a while.

  Before i got a phone call.

  Tara?

  I picked up.

"Hello?"

"Jake!" She sounded as if she'd been crying.

"Tara? You alright?"

"Are you alright Jake? Where are you!?"

"What? Where am i meant to be? Im at home with Johnnie"

"Johnnie?"

"Well hes still asleep in his room but yeah"

"Jake..."

"What?"

"Johnnie isnt at home"

"What do you mean?"

"Jake- did you forget?"

"Forget what?"

"How could you even forget something like that?"

"Hes literally in his room i dont know what you on, Tara"

"Ja-"

"Look ill literally go upstairs and wake him up"

  Tara didnt say anything but i stayed on call as i walked upstairs and opened his door. Only to find an empty room. Suddenly it hit me. I hung up on Tara and just stared at the room.

  It was so damn messy and smelled like shit. There was no Johnnie. God. Was i even sleeping? How did i forget this? Im literally the one that found him.

  Tears filled my eyes as i drop to the floor. I picked up a random shirt of his and cried into it. I cant believe it. This isnt real.

  He really is gone.

  I thought it was just a bad dream. I turned around and looked at the food i made for him earlier, which just made me cry even more.

  Why did he do that?

  I took a deep, shaky, breath and stood up. As i looked around the room i saw all the clothes dumped onto the floor like they were trash. And i saw a bunch of paper thrown all over the room.

  Though, all his guitars were stood up straight. I looked at his red one. The one hes had for like, all of his life. He loved it. And i loved it. I loved when he played it and sung.

And ill never get over the fact ill never hear it again.

Ill never see his smile.

Ill never hear his laugh.

Or his voice.

He still had so much ahead of him. And our friendship was only just getting started. Hes lost so much. And ive lost more. Ive lost my Johnnie. My best friend, my light.

  I looked up, trying not to cry, then looked over and the last thing i saw was his computer, still on.

  It was open on twitch. His stream has just ended.
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Word Count: 600