Depressed Texting ( Why Don't We )

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daniel; *sends screenshots* jack blocked me. i'm now really fucking worried.

jonah; duck
jonah; duck
jonah; duck
jonah; FuCk

zach; i'll text him, he's got to answer to me.
zach; oh wait he blocked that day i said that fuck what are we suppose to do.

corbyn; i'll go to his house.

zach; are we going to ignore the fact daniel was saying he was in the hospital.

daniel; yes

corbyn; no

jonah; no

zach; no

daniel; it's no big deal.

corbyn; spill.

daniel; i - can we focus on jack. we can't let him die omg

corbyn; i'm on the way to his house right now.
corbyn; i'm here i'll text you guys after.

real life

corbyn besson clicked the power button on his phone and slid the skinny mobile device in his pocket. he pulled out a key that he kept for jack's house, he's had it since middle school, and unlocked the door.

he walked in and looked around the first floor. all lights we're off and nothing seemed to be put out of place. corbyn then walked slowly up the stairs and checked the second floor for jack, but he still wasn't there.

corbyn went to the third floor, where jack's room was, and looked around. there was still no sign of jack. corbyn scratched his head wondering where the somewhat younger boy was and then he thought about.

corbyn darted the stairs, skipping steps, and running down to the basement. or as jack would call it, his 'man cave'. corbyn opened the door and a strong smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke clouded the air.

"be alive. be alive." corbyn whispered as he ran down the steps and down the colorful hallways to the door that held the answer.

he opened it and saw jack's body limp on the ground, but corbyn wasnt sure if he was dead. he ran towards his best friends body and shook it. he felt a pulse and he kept shaking jack.

jack woke up, his eyes blood shot red and his throat hoarse from crying and screaming.

"oh my god. thank fucking god." corbyn said and tackled jack to the floor with a hug. "you're alive. i almost killed you for a second time." corbyn said crying.

"i passed out." jack said and looked to his right, seeing the empty vodka bottle laying on the basement floor.

"i'm just- you don't understand how worried i was." corbyn said and planted a bunch of kisses on jack's forehead and cheeks. "i don't know how i would've lived with myself if you never woke up." corbyn said and pulled out his phone to inform the group chat that jack avery was indeed alive.