I Hate Him. {Gustholomule}

Chapter 22

Gus's P.O.V

I couldn't sleep last night. I didn't get one second of rest. How could I, my boyfriend was at home alone. Yes, he was probably sleeping peacefully, but how could I not worry? He hasn't had a great weekend, it's only Sunday morning, too.

I look out at the orange sky, assuming it's probably about 6am now. I groan, rising up from the sleeping bag that was laying on the floor of Luz's living room. I softly tiptoe around my friends, grabbed my backpack and rushed out the door.

"Hoothoothoothoot... hoothoothoothoot.. sleepwalking... sleepwalking.. SLEEP HOOTING!" Hooty exclaimed as I passed. I basically jumped out of my shoes at the suprise, well, that mixed with not sleeping for 24 hours.

"Hooty! They're still sleeping! Be quiet!" I shushed him, placing a finger up to my mouth.

"Oh.. hoot! Sorry Gus." He retreated back into the house. "Where are you go this early in the morning, hoot hoot?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

"I'm heading home," I answered groggily, "I'm just worried about Matt."

"Your friend? He left? Are you sure?" He replied.

"Positve. Thanks for being worried, but I really need to go now. Have a good day, Hooty." I sighed, waving as I walked down the path and onto the main road.

"Bye! Hoot!" He called as Emmeline crawled onto my shoulder. I took her into my hands and transformed her into a my staff before flying home.

~

I gently opened the front door to Matt's house, trying not to make much noise as everyone was probably still asleep. I was taking off my shoes as I noticed a bright green sticky note on the kitchen table. I placed Emmy on my shoulder as I walked over to read it.

If you guys somehow end up home early, I (Steve btw if you couldn't tell!!) won't be here for awhile. I got called into work, again. I will be back tomorrow though. Love you! Don't break anything!

-Steve.

Huh. So Matt's here alone? Alright then. I shrugged, placing it back onto the table before making my way up the stairs. Once I made it to Matt's door, I contemplated if I should enter or not. On one hand, there was a good chance that he was just sleeping. On the other hand, you don't just enter someone's room without knocking, but I don't want to knock and wake him up. But I'm also worried, because what of he's not okay? Fuck it, I'll just go in.

I softly creaked open the door before entering. I let out a sigh of relief seeing Matt sleeping peacefully. I tiptoed over to the closet to grab some clean clothes before leaving the room, closing closing door behind me and heading to the bathroom to get changed.

~

I was sitting in the kitchen, scrolling through penstagram when I heard the front door open. Probably Steve, it was about 10am now. The door slammed shut before I heard footsteps coming my way. Steve entered the room, confirming my theory.

"Oh hey, goodmoring Gus!" He said as he reached into the cabinet for some Hexmix.

"Hey, Steve." I replied with a yawn.

"Did you get any sleep? Are you okay? Where's Matt?" He questioned, looking at me with a concerned look.

"No, yes, and upstairs sleeping." I answered plainly. "He came home early last night and I couldn't sleep because I was worried about him. Turns out he was just sleeping."

"Why didn't you come home with him in the first place?" He asked as he opened the Hexmix.

"He asked me not to." I shrugged. "Can you hand me one of those actually?" I asked, pointing to the box. Steve nodded, throwing my a bag before returning to the conversation.

"Huh. Well, I'll go wake him up, he has practice in a hour." Steve said, as he moved towards the door of the kitchen.

"Wait, he has grudgby practice on Sundays? It's the weekend? Plus a school sport? That doesn't make sense to me."

"Hexside takes grudgby very seriously, what can I say. They aren't the best team in the region for no reason." Steve shrugged before leaving the room.

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Matt's P.O.V

*KNOCK*
*KNOCK*
*KNOCK*

"Matt! Get up! You have to be at the field in an hour!" Steve called from the other side of the door.

Shit. I completely forgot about that.

I groaned as I rolled out of my bed, the familiar stinging pained my arms. Shit. I forgot about that too. Fuck my life.

I walked over to my dresser, grabbed my uniform out of one of the drawers before I looked at myself in mirror that was sitting ontop of it intently. My eyes were puffy and tear stained, my hair was just a mess overall, and the wrap on my arms had shifted so much that most of the cuts had been exposed. I sighed as I got to work.

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Gus's P.O.V

"He will be down in a sec." Steve said as he reentered the kitchen. I nodded in response.

*DING*

New message from : Luz.

Oh, shit.

Luz!

Luz : Where are you? Where'd you go? Are you okay?!

. . .

Gus : I went home early this morning, im sorry for not telling you

Gus : I was worried about Matt

. . .

Luz : Oh, thank the titan you're okay

Luz : just tell us next time

Luz : you're lucky I woke up first and not willow

Gus : Yeah, sorry again, Luz :(

Luz : no it's okay, I understand. I'll see you tomorrow

Gus : cya!

~

I let out a sigh of relief as I put down my scroll. Coincidentally, as I put down my scroll, Matt came downstairs. He was wearing his team captain jacket over his uniform, and he looked rather annoyed. He spotted me at the table, but just gave me a slight frown before walking towards the front door.

What the hell?