"Wilson!" I call, "Wilson, where are you?!"
I look under the couch, feeling panic set in when I don't see his little furry body.
I left the balcony door open, which leads down to the fire escape and now I can't find Wilson anyway.
Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening. Cats going to be so upset, "Wilson, please!"
I walk back outside and look over the ledge, seeing the busy street below.
"Wilson?!"
Nothing.
I feel my eyes tear up, and I run my hands through my hair.
I walk back into my room and start pacing.
I pull out my phone, quickly going to Lukes number because there's no way in hell I'm telling Cat. She's at her first day of work, this is the last thing she needs.
It goes to voicemail and I feel the tears fall to my cheeks because I'm so scared.
I scroll to the next person I can think of.
"Hello?"
"Michael?"
"Grace? What's wrong, are you crying? What's going on?"
"I can't find Wilson," I cry, "I've looked everywhere, I don't know what to do, I can't tell Cat she's going to be so upset-"
"Grace, calm down," Michael soothes me, "I'll be over in a few, okay? Just take a deep breath and I'll be there okay?"
"Okay," I take a deep breath, "Thank you."
"No problem, I'm already in my car, I'll be right there."
We hang up and I sit on my couch and cry. How could I be so stupid? We haven't had him more than a week and I leave the fire escape open? He's probably wandering the streets alone and who knows what will happen then. He's only a little puppy.
I can't believe that this is happening.
I sit there for about five minutes before there is a knock on the door. Michaels head stuck through the door, "Grace?"
I look up and see his mop of red hair, causing me to cry even more.
"Oh Grace," he says, coming over and sitting next to me, "Don't cry, it's okay, we'll find him."
"What if we don't," I sniff, looking over at him. His eyebrows are furrowed, causing his piercing to hang over his eye. The same denim jacket he always used to wear and I always loved covering his body.
"We will, okay?" He says standing up, before looking under the couch.
I don't bother telling him I looked there already, and we both continue to search around the apartment. Under both Cat and my beds, behind dressers, under the couches, behind the TV. Literally everywhere.
I try to calm myself down as I'm checking behind the refrigerator, because I'm literally looking anywhere now. I even looked under a stack of envelopes before.
"Grace!"
I run out to the balcony where Michael is crouched down, facing the wall.
Um.
I walk over to him and I feel like I could cry tears of joy.
There's a little cove that's made for a lamp to attract mosquitoes so they don't bite you, and Wilson somehow managed to weasel his way in there.
"Come here, boy," Michael says, and Wilson stays there, "Wilson, come."
He shimmies out of the little space and Michael picks him up, walking into the apartment. I follow behind.
"Oh my god," I let out a sigh of relief, "Thank you so much, Michael."
He puts Wilson down, who just runs into his cage and I wrap my arms around his neck, taking him by surprise.
He stands still for a second, before he hesitantly wraps his arms around me, "Thank you thank you thank you."
"You don't have to thank me, Grace," he says quietly. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss his hugs. And him.
I pull away and smile at him, before punching his arm.
"What the fuck was that for?" He says, rubbing his arm.
"I missed you, you nugget."
"If I'm not mistaking, I'm pretty sure you were the nugget," he smirks, and I shake my head laughing.
"No seriously," I laugh, sitting on the couch, hoping he gets the memo to sit as well, which he does, "How've you been?"
"Pretty good," he shrugs, "Moved out, got a job at the record store in town and taking some courses."
"Seriously?!" I gape, "That's fucking amazing Michael, I'm so happy for you."
He nods, looking down. I really wonder what is going on in his mind right now, because mine is a mess.
"Where did you move too?"
"Some shitty apartment in the middle of the city," he says.
"That really is great, Michael," I say, knowing he's wanted to get out of that house with his dad since he was 15, "I'm really happy for you."
He nods, and Wilson jumps up on the couch, running into Michael. He puts his paws on his chest, leaning up and licking his face.
"Oop," Michael laughs, his eyes closed as Wilson attacks his face with kisses, "Hey bud."
I smile at the sight, before reaching out and petting him too.
Michael picks him up and goes to put him on me, causing Wilson to get a burst of energy and start running back and forth from us.
We both burst out laughing, Wilson jumping on Michael, going to climb up his body.
"What the hell?" He laughs, causing me too coo.
"Um?"
I quickly turn around, seeing Luke standing there with his eyebrows furrowed.
"Oh, hey Luke," I say, trying to calm my laughter, "How was your day?"
"It was good," he says slowly, "What's going on?"
"Nothing," I shrug, "Michael was helping me with a little problem, but it's all good now."
"Oh is that why you called me?" He asks and I nod, "I'm sorry, I was on my way here when I saw you called so I just figured I'd wait till I saw you."
"It's fine," I wave him off, because honestly I was happy I got to see Michael.
"I should go," Michael clears his throat, but I stop him, "No, no," I say, "I was going to order pizza for dinner, why don't you stay? I'll call everyone over."
I look over to Luke, who just shrugs, then back at Michael who is wearing another famous smirk that I used to love, "Sure, why not?"
tHIS SUCKS SO BAD IM SO ASHAMED OF MYSELF
