What the hell is this?! (H2Ovanoss)

Chapter 48

(Song: Flume ft. Chet Faker - Left Alone)
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I watched him pack up plenty of clothing like a raincoat, some pants and shorts, hiking boots, a cap, a ukulele that was hidden underneath of his bed, and many more.

I could tell that he was stressed and heart broken, this must be a way to help feel calm remove all the bad vibes from his body.

He walked out with two big backpacks filled with clothing, plenty of food and that's pretty much it. "Where are you going?" I asked him but he just kept walking, placing his bags in the back of his truck and then got in the driver seat.

I tried to reach for the car handle to the passenger seat but my fingers face through it which shocked me and pulled my fingers away. Jon was taking deep breaths, resting his head against the car seat.

I slipped my hand through the door, seeing it go through again. So I go through the whole door and sit down next to him with a shock a expression.

"A-Am I dead?"

I asked myself as I rubbed my face in fear, slowly looking over him. "Jon? Jonathan can you listen to me! Jon! I'm right here!" I yelled at him but he did not flinch nor turn his head towards me.

I place my hand on his shoulder, seeing his fingers flinch and place his hand over mine, facing through them. I know that he felt something when I touch him but he can't see me.

"You may be resting in the hospital, but I know that you'll be here," he placed his hand on his chest, taking another deep breath and said, "you'll be right in my heart, loving me."

A tear rolled down my cheek and I smiled slightly. "I'm right here Jon, I'll never leave your side." I told him even though he can't hear me nor see me.

He started the engine and drove off, heading towards the forest of Los Santos. It was pretty quiet with the radio being shut off. I looked out the window seeing all the tall and green trees that were filled with life. Bird nests on their branches and the bright moonlight shining down onto us.

"So pretty, how come I never came here." I told myself, looking back at Jon who was silently driving.

I look forward and saw a cabin up ahead. He parked the truck in front of it and got out, grabbing his bags from the back and taking them inside. I got out the car by going through it like a ghost. Maybe I'm some sort of ghost.

He left the door open when he dropped the bags on the floor. Then he flopped down on the old looking couch that squeak when his weight landed on it.

"I already miss you so much Evan..." He mumbled with a sigh as he turned his body around, his back resting on the cushions of the couch and his eyes staring up at the wooden ceiling.

"Oh Jon..." I sat down by his head with a frown. "I'm sorry for worrying you so much..." I mumbled sadly, having a sorrowful expression.

His eyes started to close slowly, realizing he was falling asleep, but the door was still wide open. I place my hand on his head, stroking his hair, seeing his eyes widened again and sit up quick. His eyes landed on the open door and got up slowly.

His fingered brushed against the wooden doorknob and closed it slowly. "I just thought of something," he locked the door and sat back down on the couch, "I'll bring him here once he wakes up." His lips curved up into a smile as he laid back down.

"I'll make you feel special." He said as his eyes slowly closed.

I smiled when he said that, watching him fall asleep with a smile still on his face. "Goodnight Jon, sleep tight." I told him even though he can't hear me.

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"Lui!! Get down from the table now!" I yelled at him while Tyler cooked furiously while wearing a pink apron that said, "Get the fuck away or I'll stab you."

I sighed of frustration seeing Craig cry and eat the whole bucket of ice cream with SMii7Y and his friends, drunk. David was reading a book which surprised me and Brian was complaining about being a Hufflepuff.

Anthony stayed in the hospital to watch over Evan while Jon was somewhere out there by himself, probably crying himself to sleep and looking depressed as shit.

Jesus Christ! "LUI GET YOUR ASS OFF THAT TABKE OR ELSE I'LL WHOOP YOUR ASS!!!" I yelled at him with such anger which made him squeak and immediately get off the table.

"Bedroom now!" He tan to his room quick while everyone looked at me with such fear. "Tyler keep fucking cooking! We haven't had dinner yet. I can't let anyone sleep today until you eat!!" I yelled at them which made them groan.

This is so stressful! How does Jon deal with us and this kind of shit by himself?!