Simon's POV
I had been messaging Josh for hours. When I first texted him, I had just got done with my date, which was at eight in the evening. It was now three in the morning and my gut wrenched for the thousandth time as he still failed to even read my messages.
Conversation With — Zerkaa
see more messages
josh, please.
i would care!!
i care about you a lot
please at least respond with a simple k
you're scaring me so badly
if you don't respond right this second, i am coming over.
I gnawed on the nail of my thumb as I hit send on the last message. I sat on my bed for a couple minutes before realizing he wouldn't answer.
Standing, I jogged out to my car and quickly started it. I prayed that he was okay and wasn't allowing his thoughts to consume him. I also prayed he wasn't drunk off his ass again.
I jumped out of my car and jogged to his front door. I knocked on the door first, being gentle. When he didn't answer after a minute, I knocked harder. When he didn't answer again after another minute, I rang his doorbell a couple times. When he still failed to answer the door after another minute, I ferociously pressed his doorbell until I heard my phone go off.
I sighed in relief, unlocking my phone and clicking on my message from Josh.
Conversation With — Zerkaa
don't bother, simon, i'm not home. leave me alone, please.
josh, i just wanna see you.
i don't get why you do. you don't need me.
i'm staying at a friend's right now and am sort of under house arrest so have fun for the next couple of days :) see ya
I took several slow, deep breaths. Then they picked up pace the longer I stared at his messages. I just wanted to see his face. I wanted to wipe away his tears, if he had any. I wanted to reassure him that everything will be okay and tomorrow's another day. I wanted to squish his fragile body against mine as I hummed a song near his ear, hoping my tight hug and a lullaby from my childhood would calm him down.
Isn't that what friends are for?
YOU ARE READING
IN TOO DEEP│minizerk
Fanfictionjosh may or may not have fallen too hard for a specific someone. but the real question is, is the feeling mutual? or perfectly opposite? or could this all just become a mess in the end? SHORT STORY
