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Fuck Witcha

Moo: okay so is evan actually mad at craig??? like what is the deal bc theres def something in the air

Lui: yeah idk i havent heard from him in a few days im getting concerned

RoastMasterV2: im fine. everything is fine.

Four07: yeah im not touching that

Moo: its always YOU thats gotta say something huh

ChokingIsMyKink: me and evan have talked things through and come to an understanding

Moo: omg wait did u end up going to see tyler's family???

WildHoe: he did!! we had a really great time too

WildHoe: some of my cousins ended up being there as well

Terroriser: oh well that certainly sounds enjoyable

WildHoe: it was so fun like we spent the whole weekend together and everything

RoastMasterV2: im glad things worked out for you

Fitz: alright lads im back to my country

Kryoz: ive prayed for times like these

Fitz: oh fuck off

BasicallyIGetFucked: have a safe flight dude

Fitz: im not getting on the plane quite yet btw brian is taking me to the airport

ChokingIsMyKink: brian is driving you?

Fitz: i offered to take an uber but brian was all like no i need an excuse to leave the house anyway so here we are

RoastMasterV2: im going back to bed

Moo: ur still on meds??

RoastMasterV2: finally was able to get back on my antidepressants after the pain meds and getting a new prescription so my body is just getting used to it

Lui: evans been too busy trying to recover from what craig did to him to plot his demise

Four07: fr

Terroriser: look okay

Terroriser: i also needed to get groceries otherwise i wouldve let him take an uber or something

Moo: ohhhhh surreeee

Kryoz: brian just wants to make sure hes GONE

Fitz: i think thats what YOU want

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LOCATION: Brian and Evan's Apartment

TIME: 11:24 A.M.

Craig clutched the paper bag, listening to the crinkle echo through the hall as he stepped closer to the door he was looking for. He looked down at his phone, the screen displaying one of his locked notes where he had written down all kinds of addresses and other various information. Looking back up, he found that he had already found the right door.

Putting his phone away, Craig used his free hand to knock on the door. Though he was trying to keep his composure, he had ended up using more force than intended so it was more of a pound that he had wanted. Regardless, he did it three more times.

"I'm coming! God, did you really forget your keys again-" the door opened, revealing Evan, who was drowning in a hoodie two sizes too big on him, the hem of his shorts just peeking out from underneath. "Oh. It's you." The warmth that had initially been in Evan's voice was gone now, and the two of them stared at one another for a heartbeat longer than they maybe should've. "Well?"