What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

Forced relocation

The time was 2 AM. Emory was asleep in his bed, shirt off and sprawled out, sweatpants rolled up his legs. He was suddenly awoken by his phone ringing. 

He groaned as he reached over to find his phone, hand aimlessly tapping around his nightstand before he grabbed it. He held the phone up to his face, the light blinding him. No caller ID.

He picked up and immediately said, "I don't know who the fuck you are, but you need to stop calling my fucking phone. I'll beat your fucking ass," 

There was laughter on the other end of the line. "Have you heard about the diner that just got set on fire? That was number three. You're up next, Rosewood." And with that, the anonymous caller hung up. 

Emory scoffed as he chucked his phone back to the nightstand. He was far too tired to worry about what the random person was talking about, although it was slightly concerning that he was allegedly 'next.' Whatever that meant. Maybe he should tell Red. 

He woke up at 6 AM, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fall back asleep. It was a Friday, and he didn't have to go to school because of his concussion, so he would have preferred to sleep in, but he couldn't. 

He huffed as he rolled out of bed, his side aching as he stood up. He made his way to the shower and grabbed a towel out of the cabinet, tossing it to the floor. He turned the water temperature to its full heat before stepping in. As soon as he got in, he received a FaceTime call from Stephen. 

Without hesitation, ignoring the fact that he was in the shower, undressed, he answered the call, setting the phone on a ledge on the wall facing him. 

"Yo, I'm not Red, I don't wanna see your abs, man," Stephen remarked, a slight smirk forming on his face as he mentioned Red. He was never gonna give that up. 

Emory rolled his eyes as he ran water through his hair. "It's not like you can see my dick," He started. "And don't mention him like he's my boyfriend. I'm not gay," He continued. 

Stephen nodded, furrowing his brows. "For sure. You're straight as can be," 

"I am,"

"Yeah, no, totally, dude. You like women. Not men," 

"Okay, fuck you, I'm hanging--" 

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Take a joke, I was just gonna ask if--" 

Emory scoffed as he hung up anyway. He wasn't gay, especially not for Red. If he were gay, he would not be attracted to the mafia boss. 

As he got out of the shower, his mind traveled back to the encounter he had last night or early this morning, to be specific. 

Most of the time, his obsessive caller was referring to something that involved fire. Perhaps he was an arsonist. 

Either way, Emory didn't care anymore, as he had bigger threats, like Red possibly being able to kill him, although he trusted Red enough. Maybe. 

Emory didn't want to be bored all day, so he needed something to do. He wanted to get out of the house. Without Red being involved, he had had too much of him these past weeks. 

He started to look for things to do using Google. His options were to see a movie, go shopping, go to an arcade, or go to a restaurant. All of which being boring alone, and to go shopping, he would prefer to have Red's money on hand.

Maybe he could get Red to Venmo him. That way, he could go out and buy stuff without having to be around Red. However, there was the possibility for Red to request to go with him. 

And then there was the other possibility of getting someone else to Venmo him. But there was no way in hell he was doing that. 

He had roughly 25 dollars to spare as of this week, which wouldn't be enough to buy much. He could find a dollar store and buy some things of shit quality, but why do that?