I'd Rather Be in Love than Dead

Chapter Seven

Another chapter already?

Man, Thursday comes so fast I can hardly keep up...

Anyways, no long A/N today; just enjoy the chapter(;

Chasity's Perspective:

Man, he was so damn sexy just sitting there next to me, looking happy now that the world was right again. Or as right as it can be when your best friend has a concussion and isn’t allowed to get out of bed for nearly anything. At least Trey didn’t seem to mind us creeping around his house much…

John turned his head to see me staring and just when I was going to apologize and make an attempt at a cute comment like, “you’re just so handsome I can’t stop looking at you!” he grinned and hugged me to him without giving me the chance to make the incredibly true, but still embarrassing statement. I hugged him around his neck and he lifted me into his lap in order to better see me (or so assumed, since there was that huge height difference) when I heard something that instantly brought back haunting memories.

“- and so be on the lookout for Javier Lugosi, and if you see him, contact this number immediately.”

I spun my entire body around in shock, knocking myself to the floor painfully. John jumped up and lifted me back onto the couch, and just as he began to ask if I was okay, and what happened, I interrupted with a, “What?! What did he just say?! What was that about?!” I grasped his shoulders and violently shook them.

“Something about that Javier Lugosi guy escaping from prison in Phoenix. Said he shot his girlfriend or something,” John said and I completely froze.

“R-really?” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral, but failing miserably

“Yeah, why?” John asked, brushing my hair from my face idly.

“J-just wondering.” I turned my body so that it once again faced the TV. I felt John’s strong arm wrap around me, cuddling my head into the crook of his neck, though I couldn’t focus at all on that. All I could do was sit there and wonder how the hell Javier Lugosi escaped, and what would happen now.

John seemed to notice my pondering, because he asked about thirty minutes later, “Everything okay?” I shut my eyes and took a deep breath before smiling up at him.

“Yep. Fine. Just…” I thought for a moment. “worrying about Garrett. That’s all.” He looked extremely confused at this.

“Why?” I bit my lip.

“Because I don’t want him to get the flu!”

“…Why would Garrett get the fl-”

“Do I look like a doctor to you?” I interrupted. He held his hands up in innocence and gestured towards to hallway leading to the stairs.

“If you’d like to go check him for flu symptoms, be my guest,” He said, still looking confused. I nodded in acceptance and walked quickly up the stairs and into Garrett’s room, where he was fast asleep still. I quietly shut the door and walked over to the chair at his bedside and sat down, not knowing what to do now. It was probably just my frightened mind that was making me act so odd, but I actually checked Garrett for the flu.

He was perfectly healthy, by the way. Besides the obvious concussion thing.

I shook my head at my own stupidity and quietly left the room. And though I thought I was all cried out, I knew the familiar sting in my eyes as I felt the warm tears coming at the thought of the escaped criminal, and so I ran to the bathroom, locked the door, and slid the ground to cry.