jacob and i were friends, another person who had numbers above his head. sometimes the number changed. just like all my other friends. the number changed occasionally. i remember connor having a number above his head, no one's seen or heard a thing about him but he doesn't seem to be dead. that's the mystery.
"hi jacob."
"hi troye, what's up?!" frankly, i'd fallen in love with jacob. so what was up was going to have to be a lie.
"yeah, not much just thinking about the numbers above everyone's head." turns out, i didn't need to lie.
"oh, i've been thinking about those lately. connor's was getting low and no one's seen or heard a thing about him but he doesn't seem very dead?" jacob explained, leaning on the bus stop. sexy.
"mmm, have you seen tomasz's? that's getting low too. i wonder what's happening." this was too much to think about at a bus station. i need to get home and quickly so i can research this.
"jacob, do you wanna come back to mine so we can look into this?"
"sure, yeah, i'd love to."
the bus arrived, we didn't talk about much really. it was interesting though, because it was jacob. the bus stopped at where we needed to get off and we stepped off onto the pavement. strolling down the road, we saw "numerous" people you could say. some with numbers as low as 6. what would happen to them? jacob and i turned on my road in the little suburbia and i strolled down to my house, whipping my keys out. i turned the keys in the lock and stepped inside. "hi mum! hi dad!"
"hi tokky and jacob. nice to see you two." both of us ran up the stairs to my room and flipped open the laptop. searching up, 'numbers above head'. only books, movies, songs and various other writing. this couldn't be possible. what was the meaning of the numbers. someone MUST know.the two of us continued for evidence until 4am, only getting a drink or a snack occasionally. someone HAD TO know! someone has to know. as it was getting later, i leaned down on jacob's shoulder and mouthed the words "i love you". he wasn't meant to hear it.
"i love you too, tokky." with that i fell asleep as he kept searching. what was the answer. why. who did this.
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Numbers. - tracob
Fanfictionnumbers count down, and then they vanish. but their jobs and houses are run by someone. who, though? and what happened to connor?