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Shai's POV:

I brush hair away from my face, and close my eyes, leaning against my pillow. "Good morning, good morning," I croak. I slowly once again peel open my eyes, and am faced with a smirking, shirtless Theo.
"Good morning," he says slowly, and then quickly, "GOOD MORNING! GOOD MORNING! HORNY DAY! OH HORNY DAY!"

I bolt up from my queen sized bed, my purple comforter dropping of my shoulders. "What the actually fuck?!" I scream. I take in deep breaths, putting my head in my hands. I just dreamt about Theo. For some reason I feel guilty. Wait—why should I feel guilty? Is there a reason to feel guilty? "Whoah," I say to myself. "Calm down, Shai." I don't know what the hell just happened . . . Calm down.
I'm trying to think of a reason I dreamt of my British co-star, my bestfriend. I have to say, it's probably me missing him.

Dreams and nightmares I've had since I was a child now have features of Theo. I've read often people who are in your dreams are people that you have a certain connection with— bad or good.

I reach to my nightstand, biting my lip, and typing in my password 'TS4Life'
Yeah, yeah, I know. Ansel changed my password, and I honestly have no clue how to change it back. I'm like an old lady nearly, when it comes to technology. Theo knows all about the whozits, and whatzits, of iPhones, but I'm to embarrassed to ask him how to change it.

I quickly maneuver myself to my messaging, and scroll down about ten people until I see, 'Theo✌🏽️'
I hesitantly tap his slot, and tap the typing area. I feel my heart race, and I can only imagine how pissed he'll be. I've sent him three texts, and haven't taken the hint that he's busy since he didn't reply.

'Aloha!' --June 6 7:56
'You and Ruth better keep up the good looks. Insta's thriving man!' --June 29 3:08
'Thee, did you get the message from Robert about filming??'
--July 27 12:32

The small 'read' sign is beneath each, which is the reason I'm so scared to text him.
He's probably making out with Ruth right now, feeling her up, and sucking on her face. I roll my eyes.

Anger is starting to press itself into me. I don't want to be angry at him. He's with my bestfriend, and I'm mad at him because he didn't text me back? Really?

Still though—I'm his bestfriend, if he has time to stick his dick in Ruth, he's got time to reply to my short texts. Honestly.

'Theo! How's it?! A L O H A! Hoping we can talk soon?? I miss you::(' I press send, and close my eyes, imagining him lounging on the warm beach of Hawaii, his six pack absorbing some sun. And then when his phone dings, he'll look over, and reply. Ruth will probably be mad at him for using his phone. But he won't care, because he's his own person, and he believes that it's rude to ignore people. Whereas Ruth doesn't give a flying fuck. If he doesn't like to ignore people, my subconscious speaks, why hasn't he answered your texts?

My stomach sinks, and I drop my phone, looking at my hands. Tears well up in my eyes, and as a habit, I bite my lip. Theo is my bestfriend—that's one of the truest thing the press has ever said. And if he's ignoring me it's like a part of me, is ignoring my needs. No, not those needs. But, well - needs!

'I need to talk to you.'
My jaw drops, Theo actually got back to me! And what's more? Without a sexual joke. Through my layers of annoyance, brightness and eagerness shines through. Theo, my bestfriend, and my partner in crime, is finally going to talk with me.

It's been years. It's been decades.
It's been days.

*Rrring* My thumbs quickly press the green button, and a smile spreads across my face. "Theo!" I squeal, and jump off my bed, twirling around.
"Hey love," he replies lowly.
"H-How's it there in Hawaii?" I press my lips together in my smile, and wait for an answer. Theo is breathing heavily on the other end, not answering.
"Thee," I ask. "Is everything okay?"
I hear him gasp a little, but reply, "Yeah, Shai. Everything's . . . Good."
"Theo," I warn. "Don't you fucking lie to me." Please don't.

"I don't want to stress you out," he replies lamely.
"Fuck that bullshit."
"Language," he replies hastily. "It's Ruth, love. It's Ruth." My mouth opens a little, and I crinkle my eyes in worry. What about Ruth? What happened with Ruth? Oh no . . .
"What?" I close my eyes, waiting for the possibilities of bad news. Anything is possible. Anything.

"We went surfing," he starts to choke and stifle sobs on the other end of the line. "And, and she strayed away a little. And you know, I don't know! I thought she'd be fine. And then . . . I'm paddling up to the next wave . . . And then there's this scream. And I, I know something must be wrong, right? So I turn around, and Ruth's gone. I yell her name, and then she pops up, and then gets pulled down.

"I didn't know what was happening until I jumped off my board, and swam over. She was sinking down, and I saw a . . . A shark swimming away. I felt my heart leap, and I grabbed her - I don't know where - and then everything else is a blur. All I know is now, I'm in a waiting room. It's been - " he pauses, -"Fifty-six minutes. I have no updates."

Tears brim my eyes, as new ones fall, and I take in gulps of breath, sniffling furiously. "D-D-D," I have to pause from the continuous stutter. "D-Do . . . Yo-u . . . Kn-n-now . . . Wh-Where she was . . . Bitten-n?" I speak through sobs, and a nagging feeling that I'll have to get a new black dress. Ruth was attacked. Ruth was attacked. Ruth was attacked.
"No," he whispers. "I don't know what happened, Shailene. I'm so lost; scared even. Help me."

His last sentence breaks me, and I close my eyes, his whispers filling my ears.
Ruth Lovelace Kearney— she could be dead.
She could die.
And I don't know what to say,
So I just,
"Theo, I'm coming over there."

a/n➸ hello:) how's it?! I hope you've enjoyed this chapter and are prepared for many more to come. i know this was pretty short:( only 1120 words.
by the way, ruth kearney, and nahko, yeah, I don't hate them😂