By the time Jay had finished lunch, he had made up his mind to call Tim. The phone call had thrown off what little confidence he had that he was making progress and being alone again was beginning to get to him.
Setting the dirty plate in the sink, Jay fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed Tim's number. It rang once, then twice, then three times. Several rings later, the device went to voicemail. Dialing the number again, Jay impatiently waited for Tim to pick up. Again, it rang and rang. Another sound, however, was what caught Jay's attention. The sound of a phone ringing echoed down the hall. Following the sound to the end of the hall, Jay opened Tim's bedroom door. The room was in the same condition he had left it in but Jay noticed something he hadn't before. On Tim's nightstand was his phone. Jay wasn't sure if the item had been left behind on accident or on purpose but it didn't matter. The fact of the matter was that Jay had no way to contact Tim.
Groaning loudly, Jay sat down on the edge of the bed. Where is he? Jay lamented. It was his fault, he supposed. He had allowed himself to be distracted and this was simply the price he had to pay. Maybe if I take a nap, Tim will be back when I get up, Jay tried to reason to himself. That seemed logical enough. Tim had to be back by then, didn't he?
Kicking his shoes off, Jay laid back on the bed, tucking both arms under the pillow and facing the wall. Though his brain was still racing, eventually he was overcome by exhaustion and his eyes drifted closed.
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FanfictionJay is confused with everything that's going on. Between trying to figure out what to do with Alex and just trying to catch up on sleep, he's slowly losing who he used to be. When Tim suddenly shows up, things could take a turn for the better. Or co...
