R Y A N
This morning I woke up from a loud bang on my door. This caused my day to start off terrible. The few days I finally get to sleep in and someone has to come to my door.
I put my glasses on and climb out of bed, going out to my entry way of my apartment.
I look through the peep hole on the door to see Luke? Why is he here?
"Hey, Luke," I say once I open the door.
"Have you seen Michael?" He asks, obviously extremely scared.
"No?"
"We went to the club last night and he never came home. I don't know if he went to someone's house or-"
"Come with me," I exit my apartment and start to walk down the steps to the exit of the apartment complex.
Thank god my pajamas aren't ridiculous looking so I can just go out in public and not have to worry about changing into normal clothes.
"Where are we going?" He asks me.
"Where did you guys go last night?"
"The Nice Guy,"
"Of course," I scoff.
I lead him to my car, getting into the drivers side while he gets into the passenger seat.
I hook my phone up to the car, starting up my GPS to take me to our destination.
"What if he's not there?" Luke says.
"Let's stop playing the 'what if' game and find him," I say, pulling into the side of the road in front of The Nice Guy.
We both get out of my car and walk into the club.
"Excuse me, can I help you two with anything?" A worker greets us.
"We're looking for a friend. I think he crashed here last night," Luke tells the middle aged man.
"We cleaned up the whole place but you can check," the man shrugs his shoulders.
While Luke looks around the main area, I go to the back of the building, looking in all the rooms.
I walk into the first room and it's dimly lit. The first place I look is the ground where clothes are scattered about before looking up further and seeing a blonde boy passed out.
"Michael," I shake him by the shoulders.
"Fuck," I mutter, pushing his body around to try and wake him.
When he starts to whine and move, I let go of him and wait for him to fully wake up.
He sits up straight, stretching his body before squinting his eyes as he looks around the room.
"Ryan?"
"Oh my god Michael!" I practically yell, putting my palm on my forehead.
"Wh-what the hell a-am I doing here?"
"You didn't come home last night so Luke came to me and we started looking for you,"
"Wh-why am I naked?"
"How the hell would I know?" I screech.
"Oh fuck," he mutters, putting his elbows on his thighs and putting his face in his hands.
"What?"
"This girl was getting me a drink and I started not feeling good. I think I might've thrown up a little bit but she took me back here and I think that's why my clothes are off,"
"So you got roofied?" I furrow my eyebrows.
He throws his head back, covering his face with his hands once again.
"Can we go home? I don't wanna talk anymore," he starts to stand up but loses balance and falls back down.
I grab Michael's hand, helping him up. He starts to pull his shirt on but is too weak. He sits back down and I help him put his top and jeans back on while he carries his shoes as we walk out.
I keep my arm around his waist as he does the same with me. We both walk out to Luke who seems to be on the phone.
"Never mind," he says into his phone before bringing it away from his face and clicking end.
"Can you help?" I ask Luke, motioning towards Michael.
He rushes towards us, wrapping his arm around Michael's waist, leading him to the car.
I open the back seat door and me and Luke both help Michael in, buckling his seat belt.
I walk around the car to get in the drivers side and start the car.
As we are about five minutes away, I look at Michael and see he is asleep.
"I'm almost positive he got roofied," I whisper not wanting Michael to hear.
"Why?"
"He had trouble speaking, he was naked when I found him and could barely walk. He was talking about how a girl last night got him and drink and he started feeling sick. What other evidence do you need?"
"Don't we need to take him to the hospital?"
"It goes away in a little less than twenty-four hours, it's probably been in him for what? Fifteen?"
Luke just sighs, sitting back in his seat.
"It's gonna be okay. I promise you," I rub Luke's shoulder.
~*~
this was the longest chapter so far
how did you like it?
