Roadtrip Oneshots

Bikey, Lost

Mikey

Brook would usually go out for a walk by himself every now and then, never staying out for longer than an hour or two.

But I guess today was a first time for everything.

I'd been the only one awake when he crept into the front room for a drink, and so he'd told me before he left that he was going out.

That had been four hours ago.

I'd sent him a few texts, but got no reply. Of course I was concerned, but it was also Brooklyn, so I figured he'd be out exploring some new area.
He did that a lot.

And I started voicing my concerns after five hours of nothing.

***

"Jack... Have you heard from Brooklyn at all today?" I peeked into the Jacklyn room, hoping that on the off chance Brook had been in contact with him.

"No I haven't actually. But he's out though right?" Jack looked up from his phone.

"Yeah... but it's been five hours... he's never stayed out this long by himself before." I replied, swallowing the panic back down.

Brook was one of my best friends, but still I didn't know why I was worrying so much.
Again, probably because it was Brooklyn, and I never knew what the hell he was going to do next. We were all so protective of him, and I think there was a mutual agreement between everyone that Brook was the one to look out for.

"I'm sure he's fine Mike... have you tried texting him?" Jack asked, sitting up as he must've seen the look on my face.

I didn't really know what my face was telling him, but I must've looked more panicked than I thought I did.

"Yes! Multiple times! I don't know what to do!" I answered exasperated, my hands flying up to cover my face.

I heard Jack get up from his bed, but I didn't move my hands.

"Calm down alright? I'm sure he's fine. He probably got distracted, or he met someone and hasn't looked at his phone yet Mikey." I felt a hand on my shoulder. Jack's fingers dug into my shoulders, not hard, but enough for me to realise that I was shaking.

When had I started shaking?

"Mikey you're shaking... come here."

Jack wrapped his arms around me, and I fell onto him slightly. I didn't move my hands from my face still, instead just leaning heavily onto my friend. I didn't hug him back, but I think he knew that I appreciated him.

"I'm sorry." I murmured, rubbing my face before letting my hands fall onto my chest, resting my head on Jack's shoulder.
"Don't apologise mate. It's alright." Jack said, and I closed my eyes.

I sighed as the worry in my gut began to lessen... not completely, but enough that it stopped my body from shaking.

"If he doesn't come back in another two hours we'll go out and look for him alright?" Jack pulled away then, holding me by my shoulders, a soft smile on his face.

"Thanks Jack." I whispered, letting out a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding.

"I'll let the others know what's going on... you just try and calm down alright? And maybe try and call Brook again in a bit." Jack looked me right in the eyes, giving me that look; the one that told me to stop worrying so much.