Lost And Found

p1- chapter thirteen

I woke up the next morning, but I was the last one awake this time. "Ohh sleeping beauty's awake." Clayton said, followed by everyone's laugh. Except Mike's laugh was missing, and so was he. "Where's Mike?" I asked.

"We woke up and he was gone" Jocelyn said. Seriously. What the hell. What's going on, he's being taking off a lot lately. Clayton came over and patted me on the shoulder, "better get used to it" he whispered. Does this have something to do with what he does? It has too. "Do you guys need a ride home?" I asked.

"Nah it's cool, I'll have a buddy come get us." Conrad said. Alright.

Twenty  minutes later, there was a knock on my door. I made my way to the door, "can you tell clay & conrad skibs is here." I nodded. I'm assuming this was their buddy. But he didn't look much like a buddy. He looked rugged and mean, but you can't judge a book by its cover right?

Shortly after the guys left, Jocelyn did too. She helped me clean up a bit before bouncing. "Did you have fun last night?" I asked Molly. "Yes, a lot actually. did you?". I nodded, "yes ma'am" I was glad Molly had fun, I assume she didn't have a lot of fun living with Uncle Ryan.

An hour or so later, I finished cleaning up my house. It wasn't a big mess, it's just I procrastinate. A lot. I sat down to watch some tv, but I realized the cable guy wasn't coming until later. So I decided to take a shower in my new shower. I had to work tonight, and I totally wasn't upset about it. I loved working at the bar.

Today was going by pretty slow, but it was still nice being in MY new house. I still couldn't believe it, I owned my own house at 18. Plus, I still had a good chunk of money left. I still had an hour or so before I had to leave for work. So I gave Mike a call. He didn't talk very long, and dodged my question about why he left so early.

On my way to work, all I thought about was Mike and what he could possibly do for a living. I had to know, after all we were together. He knows everything about me, I hardly know anything about him, besides the basics. So, I texted him and invited him over for dinner. I had to get it out of him one way or another. It was driving me crazy. Why was it such a secret? Was he part of the secret service? Get real Ryan, we live in Virginia. If he worked for the secret service how would he be here so often. Is he embarrassed? I tried to think of a job that would to embarrassing to talk about, but I couldn't think of any.

Work was going by pretty quick, I didn't really mind because I liked my job. Jocelyn had called in today, so I was working alone. But my boss is paying me extra for taking the day on alone.

The guy who had picked up the boys from my house was here, along with Conrad and another guy. Conrad gave me a head nod, and I waved. I assumed they were just friends hanging out, but I guess I was wrong. Because the guy who picked the boys up stood up and hollered, "I want him found!". I could see Conrad trying to calm him down but it wasn't working. "Get your hands off me and shut your mouth. I want him found, do you understand me?!" He continued to yell. He was disrupting everybody else, so I was hoping he was done so I didn't have to confront him. He wasn't done. He grabbed the other guy my his shirt and shouted in his face, "if Clayton isn't found, you'll be going down for this!" I guess I'd have to step in.

I nervously made my way to the table, Conrad shook his head at me, but I had to, I wasn't going to risk my job to cover for a friend. "Excuse me sir, I'm going to need you to calm down or leave." The man didn't acknowledge me, he kept yelling at the boys. "Skibs, let's get out of here man. Calm yourself down" Conrad said, but it didn't phase the man. "Alright sir, go. Get out of here." I said, turning the man by his shoulders, pointing to the door. He looked me up and down and chuckled. Then sat down. Great, what a great day for Jocelyn to call out. I looked at Conrad, and he mouthed I'm sorry. I went behind the counter and called Mike, I asked him to come get his friend but he said he was busy and if he came, it'd only make him angrier. I had him give me Claytons number and I gave him a call.

"Hello?"

"Clayton? It's Ryan."

"Oh hey, what's up?"

"Where are you?"

"Uh, out of town. Why? What's up?"

"Your friends here, the one who picked you guys up from my house,  at the bar I work at. He's causing a scene. Screaming he wants you. I was hoping you'd be able to come get him out of here. I tried, he's completely ignoring me. I don't want to get fired."

"Shit. Uh, alright. I'll be there as quick as I can."

"Oh my god, thank you."

He laughed, "alright I'll be there soon."

And that he was, 20 long minutes later he walked in. "Skibs, what's up man" Clayton said approaching the table.

"Where have you been?!" Is all the man said. He seemed a bit more calm now, but I wasn't sure what was going to happen.

"Come on, lets get out of here. I think these people have probably heard enough." Soon enough, Clayton, Conrad, 'Skibs' and the other guy left.

I texted Clayton; "Thank you a ton, stop by when you're done, I owe you a few drinks 😛"

An hour before closing, Clayton had returned, taking a sit at the counter. "I'll take a jack & coke ma'am". I laughed and served him. "So, what was that all about?"

He rolled his eyes, "really long story, let's just say you got me in trouble." He chuckled.

"What? I did? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't know." I felt bad, but it's just his friend, he couldn't be in to much trouble, I thought to myself.

"It's cool, he's a dick. You and your customers shouldn't have to deal with his wrath", he smiled.