Johnnie noticed the simple yet unnerving text appear on his screen. He furrowed his eyebrows. Which caused his eyebrow piercing to shift from the slightest movement.
He sets his phone down. What could Jake mean? Lost? What was the full meaning of this? What was going through Jake Webber's head?
Johnnie.....has no idea.
Jake didn't send anything more or less than that. Nothing else came through – so Johnnie decided to confront Jake about this.
But as Johnnie walked towards the direction of Jake's bedroom. It was unnervingly quiet.
Jake was silently crying. Tears rolling down his face as he tilts his head back with a monotoned expression on his face.
The sudden jolt of the door knob turning however knocked Jake's head back up and his tears to be stained on his face. Preventing anymore cries to slip out.
Johnnie opened the door. Noticing the punk's distressed state, he walked himself over. "Jake, what's wrong?" He asked softly.
Jake's earthy browns were dark, – full of depression and heart ache– emptiness and emotional exhaustion.
"Nothing, Johnnie." Jake replied, his voice sounded almost too soft. A bit of rasp to it as he stared off into the distance.
Johnnie sits down onto Jake's bed. His icy-blues are full of concern for the upset male.
"Then why did you send me that text message?" Johnnie asked. Reaching out his tatted hand, he placed it onto Jake's knee.
However, – Jake abruptly stood up. He exhaled a shaky breath, "I need a cigarette." He suddenly said.
The only thing Johnnie saw was Jake's red hair and body swiftly leaving the bedroom and rushing himself down the stairs.
Johnnie got up to follow him. "I thought you weren't gonna smoke again?!" He called out from the top of the stairs.
"I need too!" Jake responded, grabbing his shoes and slipping them over his feet.
"What? But you've been taking nicotine gum for the longest time!" Johnnie called back, coming down the stairs.
Jake didn't respond. He just left the house, the door slamming in the process.
Johnnie decided to just sit and wait on the couch for Jake to return back. Observing how the Tesla left the driveway in a quick rush.
"What do you mean, lost..?" Johnnie asked softly to himself as the Tesla was gone before a blink of an eye.
Jake was driving down the road towards the local 7-eleven that he streams at. It wasn't too far away – and it was the quickest way to get his rush of nicotine.
He parked into a spot. Thankfully for him they were open late hours and so he felt relieved.
Exiting the car, he walked himself into the little convenient store. Grabbing himself a few more snacks, – Cool Ranch Doritos, another Outrageous bar, a Monster Energy drink, and a package of Gummy Worms.
He walked himself to the counter and placed his items there. The woman working at the front has short blond hair and a smokers voice, – she was in her mid-60s.
"Anything else for you tonight?" Her voice rasped out. Adding the items into a plastic bag.
"Uhh, a pack of cigarettes please." Jake replied, watching how she walked to the back.
Her hand was hovering over the brands before Jake stopped her at a certain one. She grabbed the pack he wanted and scanned it.
She told him the price and he paid for his items by card. Slipping his card back into his wallet, he was handed the cigarettes by the woman as he grabbed the plastic bag.
She croaked out, "Be easy on those kid."
Jake forced a smile, "Will do, Ma'am." As he left the convenience store.
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LOST - JAHNNIE
Fanfiction[ L O S T ] Jake is lost in a train ride of emotions. He feels as if he's in a maze - corrupted by his negative thoughts and not full of understanding of them. Yet a certain emo boy, Johnnie Guilbert - helps him through this emotional time and their...
