《apartment 201• a.i》

fourteen

{Luke}

"This is taking way too long" Michael said, as his leg bounced and he looked at the time. We were both a mess and we were so nervous about all of this.

"I know, he should be out by now" I responded, running a hand through my hair.

I kept think of everything that went wrong. I tried to think positive, but it seems as if I can never think positive anymore. All the negative thoughts take over and push out the positive ones.

My thoughts got cut off when I saw Jake running towards us, looking panicked, which if course caused us to panic. He darted to the car and tried to regain his breath, as he leaned onto the car door.

"What happened?" I said, frantic, as I sat up straighter.

"Jarred" he said, still panting, "t-that man, h-he killed him." Jake obviously was wounded from the sight of what was probably his best friend dead in front of him.

"No, no, no, this can't be happening again" I thought to myself, as I hit the steering wheel.

"What are we gonna do?" Jake said after a long while of silence.

"What can we do, really?" I told him, "I mean, I thought this would work. This is the last thing I can think of."

Jake got into the backseat and we all stayed quiet for a while during the car ride, until Michael spoke up. "So, how did it happen? Like how far did you guys get before it happened?"

"Not very far..." Jake trailed off before continuing to explain everything that happened. I was still in shock of all this. I drove till we got to Jake's house, in which he directed me to go.

"I'm really sorry about all of this" I said, taking all the blame, once again. "This shouldn't have happened, I shouldn't have dragged you two into this, it was my problem not yours. And now look at what happened. Shit" I rambled on.

"No, no, it's not your fault, you couldn't have known this was going to happen. It's no ones fault, Luke" Jake said quietly, reassuring me.

I sighed loudly. "Yeah. Well, thanks for at least trying to help us out, it means a lot." I said, as he opened the door of the car and got out.

He just tried to smile and nodded at me before turning away to go into his home. Me and Michael sat in the car in silence, again. We drove back to my apartment and both sat on the same couch we've been on for the past two days.

"Well, what now?" Michael said, plopping down and sighing.

"I don't know," I paused, "looks like we're back at square one."

{Jay}

I held up the two guns to show Ashton. His face lit up, obviously thinking the same thing I was. Sure, this wasn't the safest plan, but safe went out of the picture a long time ago. We had to do whatever we could to get out of here.

Instead of continuing up the stairs and acting right away we decided to close the door just enough to make sure it looked locked, but really wasn't. I knew that neither of them would come down for another day, maybe two, so we wouldn't have to worry about them closing and locking the door. We walked over to the table with the guns and extra bullets, just in case. Both of us sat on opposite sides of the metal table, looking at the weapons for a while, until Ashton looked up at me. "So I guess we need a plan, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah we do, and a good one too" I tapped my fingers on the table and thought long and hard about this.

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do." Ashton stated, as serious as I've ever seen him. "We are gonna act tonight, late tonight. He's usually sitting on the couch, almost passed out drunk. So we're gonna sneak upstairs without making a sound, then we're gonna come up behind him and put the gun to his head and then just as he opens his eyes to look around him...bang" he made a motion with his hand of a gun going off. "How does that sound?"