Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 89 - Checking the watch

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Thanks for the amount of support I'm receiving. Most of the time I don't really think I deserve so much love :D. Enjoy ^.^
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(Tyler POV)
Still waiting for Craig's answer, when I assumed he was too busy to reply, I decided to visit my friend. Just check upon him after what happened with Evan. I knew very well what he said about going back to old tracks but he helped me with Craig, which meant so much for me.

I knocked on his door, waiting for the answer. He opened the door, and first thing I spotted was a gun in his hand. I looked at him confused, and he frowned.

"What are you doing here?" His voice sounded so familiar, full of no emotion.

"I'm here to see you, to talk with you."

He looked behind me, like he was checking something, then moved away so I could walk in. I walked in, looking around. I noticed a few guns on the table in the kitchen, maps of some building, like he was preparing for something big.

"Talk, Tyler," he said behind my back.

I walked into living room and sat down on the sofa, he joined me a few seconds after.

"You already going for Gary?" I asked, pointing to the guns.

"None of your business."

Oh, thank you mister grumpy.

"How are you feeling?" I asked politely.

"What's that suppose to mean?" He replied.

"I mean with Evan and stuff."

"Are you trying to act like my shrink?" I sense threat from his voice, so I decided to back up.

"I'm here cause I want to talk about Craig. So could you possibly at least pretend like you fucking care and stop looking at the guns?" I asked, bit annoyed already.

"What about him? Is he in some trouble again?"

"No. He is having a fucking date right now."

"A date? What are you doing here then?" He replied interested.

"Some fucking Luke is having a date with my Craig. I thought he needed some space, some time to think about us. I didn't know he was going to be over me so soon. I mean, yes... I hurt him, and I used him, but I fucking love him. I'm willing to do almost anything for him, and he knows it very well. So why can't he give me another chance?"

Delirious sighed, stretching himself, then switched his sitting position.

"I'm telling you this all are just hormones, they have tendency vanish away quicker then you think. Have you tried looking at this whole situation from his point of view?"

His point of view? What does he mean by that?

"He found out about you, that you used him, that you're the one responsible for Evan's kidnap. That you work for me, doing things he doesn't understand. He has morality which is dragging him back to the crowd of good people. If you truly love him, just as you claim, you should let him go."

I blinked several times, feeling headache from so many words I had to process.

"I know he doesn't belong beside me, he's way to innocent, but I mean.. I want him for myself. The idea of him being with another man is fucking killing me, Delirious. I want to kill that motherfucker Luke he's with right now, but I also know that this is the right way for him to go. It's so fucking hard man," I whispered, mostly to myself, cause I noticed Delirious checking his watch every damn five seconds.

"I don't know what else should I do. You're saying to let him go, but what's gonna left for me? I proposed the friendship between us, I thought it could work. I fucking helped him with this date, I picked the best clothes, so he could look sexy, I calmed him when he needed me. But I can't stand this shit anymore," I continue, when I spotted something in Delirious' ear.

It looked like a small communicator, similar to that I bought. My mind immediately forget about my problems with Craig.

"Do you have something better to do tonight then talking with me?" I asked suspiciously.

Delirious looked at me from his watch.

"My advice to you is simple. Give him the choosing game, corner him. It's gonna be you or the others."

"You didn't answered me. What's that thing in your ear?"

"None of your business, Tyler," he replied angrily.

"You're onto something! The guns... they're for Gary?"

He was silent for a few seconds, then slowly nodded.

"Yeah... shouldn't you be gathering some photos of him instead of thinking about Craig?" He replied, then stood up.

"But I don't even get his fucking name. I don't even know anything about this guy, and most importantly Craig doesn't know shit about him. He didn't even check him on that fucking dating website."

"You're amazing in finding people, Tyler. Don't tell me you didn't think about it," he replied casually.

"Of course, but I also know this is Craig's private life, his decision. He decided to switch me over thirty four years old Luke from North fucking Carolina!" I raised my furious voice at the end of my speech, throwing my arms around me.

"What did you say?"

"Huh?" I replied confused.

"Luke from North Carolina?" He asked slowly, his eyes reflecting deep interest.

"Yeah. Why?"

He took a deep breath to answer me but then he looked at the watch again.

"Fuck! I'm sorry but I have to go. I'm already late. Fuck, fuck, fuck," he quickly cursed, running to the main door.

"But... but what about me and Craig? What are you planning?" I stood up so confused.

"Stalk him on one of his next date. Take a photos of him a bring it to me. Just don't panic, ok? Now please... Tyler I have to go!" He raised his voice.

I was pushed out of his house, and he wanted to smashed the door closed, but he stoped himself.

"Cut the back up power and the camera system at the City National Bank today when I call you, ok?" He announced, and I raised one of my eyebrows up.

"What? Are you fucking robbing them?"

"Just do what I want, Tyler. I'm counting on you," He growled annoyed and closed the door.

Yes, boss.

I stood there for a few more seconds. I had a feeling he was planning something, but truth to be told this wasn't my business at all. He had his life, his decisions, his private life.

I arrived at home, still not having any answers from Craig. I cooked myself a dinner, while my brain was occupied with so many thoughts about Craig, about what I wanted, about what was the best for both of us.

I got a call from unknown number, and I assume it was Delirious himself. Like it always was. I picked it up.

"Now! Cut them off now!"

Already?

I ran to my computers and did what he wanted from me.

"Done," I said, checking if it was really working. 

"Thanks. I'll call you ok? Don't forget about that Luke."

Even later that night, when I was going through Gary's Wilde file again, my phone buzzed. It was the answer to my question I texted him a few hours ago. I looked at it.

C: Amazing, he's truly wonderful. Can't wait to go with him on another date.