Oops! Hi! [h20vanoss]《#Wattys2016》

49 : "Almost There!"

NOTE : Luke is also a bottom bitch in this fanfic, for those who don't know . . . But acts so Yandere-like lol

"Hey!"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!"

"L-Luke! What in the world are you doing?! I'm your best friend!" 

"Best friend? 'Best friend'?! I was there when you need me, and you were never there for me! How is that considered as 'best friend'?!"

Jonathan stopped struggling to let his left wrist free, his baby blue eyes widening in shock. His own closest friend . . . Doing such a thing towards him. 

"You're fucking jealous, right? Come on! I know you're fucking jealous only because I fell in love with a stranger, isn't it?" The man tried to hold back his tears. "I trusted you, man! I trusted you for more than 10 fucking years---and this is how you act because of some dude taking a liking on me?" Jonathan didn't move a muscle, but only started crying due to his stupidity for trusting a friend who had always been beside him for how long he knew.

"Evan . . . cannot be trusted, Jo. He only likes you because maybe your looks, not your behaviour or personality. He doesn't know you that much---and you don't know about him like a whole of him, am I right?" Luke's voice was deep and serious, his face looking away from his friend. "And you like him because you accidentally sent messages to him , huh? Usually you would say sorry and delete the numbers."

"But, Evan is using your old phone number! That's why I didn't delete it yet!" Jonathan spoke up, and struggled to let him free from the bearded man's grasp. But the man would not let go, and threw Jonathan onto a chair, tying him up quickly and tightly with a strong rope. "Um, L-Luke? What the hell are you trying to do?!" The man panicked, his whole body could hardly move due to how tight Luke had tied the rope around the man.

"You have been a naughty boy . . . "

"Wait, what?!"

"You do realize I can fuck you better, right?" The bearded man cooed, sitting on the man's lap---as if was about to do a lapdance. "W-wait! Luke, the fuck are you doing?! I don't wanna fuck you, bitch!"

"I'm sorry, Jo. I have no control of myself . . . "

"Luke, NO!!"

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"Craig . . . "

"Tyler, you're mumbling again."

The tall man shook his head, and looked down, seeing Evan staring at him with an arched eyebrow. The Asian man tilted his head on one side, a smirk carving on his face. He leaned closer towards the taller man, eyes glancing from left and right and back to Tyler's turquoise blue eyes again.

"Were you having a wet dream?"

Tyler jolted back, eyes narrowing at the smaller man beside him, shaking his head in disapproval. "What the hell, Ev? Really?! Me and Craig making out? Pish! I am not!" The man folded his huge arms over his chest, while Evan could not stop wiggling his eyebrows, giggling softly at his friend's actions. "Just admit it, Ty. I know you want to do him so fucking bad," the raven-haired man grinned, showing his perfectly white teeth.

The duo were at Marcel's apartment, which was somehow near to a fortune cookie factory [I'm not being racist here, kay? Ya know, because of Evan... X) ], but it was abandoned for some reason, and it gave the two men a shock of cold tense running down their spines. Even Evan did not want to look at it, because he just had a thought that strange things might be living there.

"Here, have some drinks first," Marcel carried two mugs with hot chocolate in it, and put them on the coffee table in the living room. "Have you guys figured it out yet? You know, where the hell Craig is?"

"Like I said for the thousandth time; we both have no clue where in the world Craig is!" Tyler groaned, his hands were in his face, frustrated because of the address on the piece of red paper that flew into their hands in the first place. "I'm not fucking familiar with New York, and Evan too is not from here. Our plane just to go on a holiday fucking ruined because of that stupid asshole!"

"Whoa, language, my friend. Language!" The Canadian man said, and read again the address on the paper. "If only I grew up around here, I would've known the roads and places in this city. But then again, Canada is alright for me."

"Can I take a look at the address?" Marcel asked, as Evan handed over the paper to the man. He read the whole thing, a finger tapping his chin. Suddenly, his eyes widened in circles and started to laugh uncontrollably.

"What the fuck, Marcel?! This is serious, okay! We're trying to find our friend and this is how you react?! I can't believe Craig even befriends a dick like you!" Tyler spat, immediately standing up from his seat and towered over the man.

"I'm so sorry, you guys!" Marcel said between the laughs. "It's just---It's just so hilarious thinking that you guys don't even realize that the address leads you guys to the old abandoned fortune cookie factory next to my apartment!"

"Huh?" Evan looked out at the window, his head turning to the right to see the fortune cookie factory. "You mean, that's the place? Man, we're fucking idiots!" He let out a high-pitch laugh, but stopped when seeing Tyler was glaring at him with his blue eyes started to turn a bit darker than before.

"Come on! Let's go find and rescue Craig, and beat the shit outta that bitchy Luke! And get the hell outta here!" The bright blue-eyed man grabbed Evan's wrist and dragged him towards the door.

"Leaving so soon? But I already made some creme brulees." An accented female voice [well, Marcel DID mention that Simone is British XD ] suddenly surprised the duo. They turned to look back at the living room, and a young woman appeared, carrying a tray with some desserts on it.

"Um, who is this?" Tyler asked all of a sudden, feeling a bit awkward upon seeing the girl who was standing next to Marcel. "Oh, this? She's my wife, Simone," Marcel smiled, planting a kiss on one of her rosy cheeks.

"Y-You're married already?!" The raven-haired man said, jaw dropped to the floor.

"Why, yes! Craig's just coming over to visit us to see how well we've been doing. And besides, he loves to travel, and he met us by accident while he was just wandering around Florida, while we were on a holiday there," the girl said, smiling gleefully. "So, you are married?" Tyler raised a brow as he and Evan both were quite surprised to see the man that he was a bit misunderstanding about.

"Yeah! What else do you think? Me marrying Craig? Hahah, no," Marcel replied, as Tyler looked down with shame.

"I know you were jealous, numbnuts," Evan narrowed his eyes at the tall man, loosening his grip on the smaller males wrist. "I guess it was just a misunderstanding," he frowned, feeling guilty after what he thought of Marcel stealing his precious 'cinnamon role' away from him. He was just being protective, maybe overreacted about Craig taken away from him. The Britishman was the most wonderful person he had ever met and loved in his life, and he would never let anyone steal him away from the 'wildcat'.

"I beg your pardon?" Marcel spoke up, the two men turned their head towards the man and his wife. "Nothing, Marcel. Let's just forget whatever that happened," Tyler smiled a bit, but suddenly frowned when images of Craig being beaten appeared in his head.

"We better go now. Craig's life---"

"And Jonathan's!" Evan cut off, pouting and folded his arms over his chest like a little 5-year-old. "And Jonathan's---lives. But, first!"

"What?" The Asian male looked at his tall American friend, ears all opened and anxiously waiting what would he say.

"Let's eat some creme brulees!"

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HELP, IM ADDICTED TO TAG, YOU'RE IT AND PLAY DATE BY MELANIE MARTINEZ  DX<

And lol, it's past my bed time and I should be in bed, right now XD

Comment/PM me if you dont understand the whole chapter CUZ I AM FRICKIN SLEEPYH AND WANNA BELLY FLOP ONTO MY FRICKIN BED LMAO