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vi - douchebag confrontations

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I spent my evening surfing through the internet for some kind of clue that could lead me closer to the lost soul who carried my ex-boyfriend's heart. Somewhere in this city there was a boy who got a second chance at life in exchange for Ryan's. I kept the handwritten letter from the recipient's sister by my side as I sat with my back against the headboard scrolling through pages upon pages of search results.

Normally, it would be the donor's family to write a letter requesting the information of the recipient. With the recipient's approval, personal information would be exchanged. This has already been done. Twice. With their blessing, Ryan's parents have sent two request letters to the donor foundation, both with no luck. There were no "rejection letters" denying the inquiries- that would've been nice; there just was no response. The lack of responses proved to be frustrating because there was always that what if lingering around.

What if the letter got lost in the mail?

What if the letter wasn't sent from the foundation to the recipient?

What if the letter was received by Ron Weasley who was currently very confused as to how he received muggle parcel mail?

Whatever the reason, there was always a justification behind the absence of replies. I was no where closer to finding out who had Ryan's heart as when I first started searching several weeks ago. Part of me wanted to give up and release myself from the stress, but there was still a part of me that had a promise to fulfill. I just wanted to make sure that staying here in Australia wouldn't be a waste; that Ryan's heart wasn't being used in vain- that whomever had it was using it correctly.

CRASH

My head lifted from the laptop screen and my head turned in all directions as all 5 of my senses worked in overdrive. I picked up the sounds of rustling vegetation and light shuffling, like rubber soles to concrete grounds. With furrowed eyebrows and a mind full of curiosity, I slipped out of the bed and headed for the large window that overlooked the backyard. I stuck my finger in between the white slats of the venetian blinds and pulled it down, taking a peak at the darkened outside world. I scanned the area, looking for some kind of discrepancy, but I couldn't find one. Trees, bushes, an outdoor pool- everything seemed to be in its place. It wasn't until I caught glimpse of a quiff of a familiar blonde boy that had my eyebrows raising.

Luke.

Where he was off to, only God knew. A party maybe? I shrugged my shoulders with a smirk, hoping that wherever my tree-sized Aussie friend was off to, he stayed safe and made it home in the morning for school.

I was never one to sneak out. Not that I was afraid of getting caught, I just never had a reason to slip out my window late in the night to galavant through out the city streets. Wherever I went my parents knew exactly the area and knew exactly who I was going to be with. I was always home by curfew and I always stayed away from shady places. I've watched too many episodes of Law & Order: SVU and CSI to know that walking alone in an alleyway after clubbing may not be the brightest idea unless getting beheaded with a machete was your evening prerogative.

To Lucas Hemmings - 22:10
Saw you outside. Behave Lukey haha. See you in the morning :P

From Lucas Hemmings - 22:12
I'm a good boy Gweneth. See you in the morning!

From Lucas Hemmings - 22:15
Next time come with me. My friends like you! :)

I smiled at my phone screen before sticking it back onto its charger. I slipped back into my bed covers, thinking about Luke's last text. I wasn't totally oppose to hanging out with him and his friends, but after learning more about them via Charlie, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't weary. I'd be more inclined to go if one, Charlie could come with and two, I wasn't forced into crazy shenanigans. As of right now I was straight edge.