angsty mev oneshots

i fucked up [1]

au: truth!nev
trigger warning//self harm
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Max was on break for directing a film somewhere in LA. They've been working on it for a few weeks. He had to use the restroom, so he stepped out of the studio they were shooting in and went into the small bathroom.
He pulled out his phone, which had been on Do Not Disturb for the whole shoot. He usually puts it on silent so it doesn't distract him.
He was shocked when he found several missed calls from Nev and texts that said "I'm sorry", "I let you down", and "I fucked up." Max scrolled down all the notifications, mouth agape.
"Oh, fuck.." Max said under his breath. He started to panic. It's been around a month since Max quit working on catfish to focus more on his filmmaking career. He was worried this would happen. Nev had awful separation anxiety, anxiety in general, and had frequent panic attacks. Whenever he had them, he would get glitchy and aggressive. Max hated seeing him like that. Not knowing what happened to him worried him even more.
Max dialed Nev and held the phone up to his ear, pleading that Nev would pick up. Nothing.
Max's heart was pounding. He had to get back to work soon, but he didn't want to leave Nev alone like that. He nervously gripped his salt and pepper hair and cursed. He didn't know what to do. Yes, he missed Nev, more than he'd like to admit, but filmmaking is his passion.
He tried FaceTime. Nothing. Another call. Nothing. So he decided all that was left to do was text him and hope for the best.

"Nev? Are you okay? Please answer me."

Max tapped his fingers on the bathroom sink. A few minutes passed and still nothing has happened. He exhaled deeply, checking the time on his phone. It was just about time to get back to work. He was still really worried about his friend.
His phone buzz and he rapidly looked down and let out a small gasp. Nev?
No. Just a text from one of the crew asking where he was. He tilted his head back and grunted.
Max looked back down at the text and knew what he had to do. He started texting.

Something really important came up, I have to leave. We can pick up tomorrow. Sorry about this.

Max put his phone in his pocket and briskly came out of the bathroom and out of the studio, making sure no one could stop him and question anything. He got into his car, put it in drive and quickly drove off. He hasn't been to Nev's in a long time but he still knew the exact route to get to it. He wasn't letting his best friend of 20 years go without a fight.