Oops! Hi! [h20vanoss]《#Wattys2016》

46 : "Where's Craig?"

Lmao this happened...

Friend : How does it feel when you have a crush on someone?

Me : Um, it feels like you got punched hard right in the guts, until your heart burst out from your chest and beating on the floor...

Friend : *slowly backs away*

Well, I had a crush on one guy back during my primary school years, but he never noticed but somehow only liked me when I took off my spectacles (wtf? XD )... And until now, I probably don't have a crush on anyone either in secondary school, and in college, due to me having like... *counting fingers* 26 guys that I like XD (1D+5SOS+Evan+Jonathan+Craig+Tyler+Marcel+David+Lui+Brock+Brian+Cartoonz+Ohm+Bryce+Mark+Jack+Felix+Cry+Tom)

But then again, I kinda like being single... I mean, I don't really need a boyfriend to be bossy and judgemental and being a pushover, I'm a type of person who likes to be ME :D

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"Fight me, Ev!" Craig looked at the Canadian man with his eyes not focussing on him. "Oh, you wanna go, bitch?" Evan grinned at the Britishman, both of his hands were clenched into fists, and he was in a position as if a wrestler ready to fight his opponent.

"Calm down, you fuckers!" Tyler wobbled and stared at the duo. "Have a lollipop! You guys have been good boys."

A lollipop was raised out of nowhere, between the staring contest Evan and Craig were doing.

"You're lollipop ain't helping, Ty," Evan said, hiccuped all of a sudden.

"Lovely staring contest you guys are having, by the way!" Tyler gave out a smile, glancing the two as each of his huge hands were on their shoulders.

"Buddies!" He exclaimed, feeling a bit tipsy. The tall man suddenly fell backwards, and started to snore on the wooden floor.

"What the fuck? Tyler?" Craig blinked his eyes as his vision turned normal again, but his head was still murky so he wasn't sure what his boyfriend was doing on the ground.

The raven-haired man gave out a hearty laugh as he heard loud snores escaping out from his friend's mouth. "He's fucking sleeping! What the hell?" He continued to laugh.

"Oh, shit!" Craig stood still, suddenly felt uneasy from inside.

"What?" Evan looked up to the green-eyed man.

"I gotta go to the bathroom! Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!" Craig yelled, running through the crowded bar. "I'll be back soon, Evan! Just, wake Tyler up before someone steps onto him!" He shouted, and immediately disappeared into the crowd.

Evan just raised a brow, and looked down on the man snoring loudly on the floor. "Great, now I'm gonna have to wake you up!"

Unnoticed by both Craig and Evan, a man wearing a dark red hoodie with was staring at them the whole time when they were drinking in the bar. He looked at where the Bristishman had went to, and followed him stealthily throughout the crowd.

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"Ah, that feels so good!" Craig went out of the bathroom, walking towards the sink to wash his hands. After washing them with soap, he looked into his reflection and noticed some marks on his neck.

"What the hell?" He mumbled, seeing the red marks, and realised something.

"Oh, hell no. That huge fucker!" Craig snarled, a hand running through the marks, knowing that last night when he and Tyler were in bed together, and during his beauty sleep, Tyler might had biting him---and had given him the hickeys.

As looked through the mirror, he saw an image of a man standing near the bathroom entrance. He looked like a suspicious person, and as he narrowed his eyes at the reflection, Craig noticed something familiar with the lustrous beard on the man's chin.

"Wait, are you L---"

A hand suddenly covered his mouth and a tip of a knife was being pressed against the pale skin of his neck. "Move or scream and I will slit your throat off," the voice said, as the spectacled man immediately turned silent, panting heavily, panicking of what would happen to him next.

"You're coming with me," the man whispered into Craig's ear, giving him a shiver running down his spine.

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"Man, I'm so sleepy!" Tyler groaned, stretching his arms out while a hand stifling a yawn coming out from his mouth. "Well, I am too," Evan said sleepily, looking at the man in front of him.

"Where the hell is he? I thought he said to you that he's going to the toilet for a while," the turquoise-eyed man said, staring at his empty crystal clear glass. "He did! Or maybe he has diarrhea? Because he didn't come out of the toilet like an hour," Evan turned his face away from his friend to look at the bathroom entrance, where many people were coming in and out of the place.

"I have a bad feeling about this . . . "

"What makes you said that?" The brown-eyed man asked curiously.

"I don't know. Maybe it's just me being superstitious," Tyler gave a shrug. He did not know what to answer the question. Or maybe he was just being overprotective because Craig is such a small man (though he's an inch taller than Evan), and too adorable for him to let him go. He even mentioned that their distant relationship would become an obstacle along the way, but Tyler convinced him that no matter what happens, they will always be together.

"Maybe I should check him out," Evan stated, getting up and walked towards the men's bathroom. "Tell him to get his ass quick 'cause I wanna go back to our hotel and fucking sleep!" Tyler groaned, his head hit the table irritatedly.

"Yeah, whatever," the Canadian man rolled his eyes. He walked through the crowd and into the men's bathroom, as many men kept coming in and out of the place. As he walked in, he looked through each toilet door, thinking that his friend might be in one of the toilets, probably taking a poo.

"Craig, you're in here?" He called, opening and closing the doors, and only he was left in the bathroom. He folded his arms over his chest, wondering where his friend might had gone to.

"I couldn't've sworn he was in here an hour ago."

He stared as his own reflection, and he noticed a red-coloured note stuck to one edge of the mirror. He looked at it weirdly, question marks couldn't stop appearing in his head. But he had a nasty feeling that there was something strange about the note.

"Huh, that's weird. I've never seen a note left out like this in a bathroom before," he said as he took it off from the mirror, and read it silently.

Call the police and you're dead... HE will be DEAD too... Just come and rescue him if you and his boyfriend can, and also, one thing : I got a little SURPRISE for you.

-Unknown aka 'SaTaN'

Evan scrunched up the red note, and clenched his fists.

"I knew it. I fucking knew it."

P.s Am I torturing you guys with CLIFFHANGERS?? >X)