Wrencus One Shots |Wrench x Marcus|

Wrench's Birthday

POV Marcus
*Drug and suicide topic Warning*

It's been a few days and Wrench hasn't been looking too good. He surprisingly showed up yesterday after not coming in for 4 days and he was miserable. That's not all, he barely even talked to us. I've asked him multiple times if everything was ok, and he just replied with "I'm fine" with that fake tone that he gives to stangers.

I'm hoping he comes in today because it's his birthday and I got him something. Usually, it's just me and Wrench that exchange gifts on each other's birthdays.
This year I got him a particular gun, which I can't get out of our 3-D printed machine. Not saying our 3-D printed ones aren't good, it's just that Wrench has been talking about this "Daredevil" shotgun. It's an expensive gun and highly rare because there are only about 50 of them worldwide. And guess who got their hands on it? I grin to myself knowing how ecstatic Wrench is going to be. He's been talking about this ever since I met him, the way he glows when he explained what he's wanted for years.

The day was slow at the hackerspace, just watched the clock go from 8 to 9, to 10, to 11 and it felt like it could never end. I couldn't get up and leave because we all working on something important. Finally, it reached 6:30 I immediately got up and left. I forgot to say goodbye to the rest of them. Since Wrench didn't come in, I decided to stop by his house. It wasn't that far of a walk, it was only fifteen minutes away.
The rain pattered on the blacktop beside me. It was calm, especially when a car doesn't pass by. The birds were chirping and the frogs were croaking. The fog began to roam in. When I turned the corner, I saw Wrench outside taking a drag of his cigarette, also talking to some lady dressed in white fishnets and knee-high boots. They exchanged goodbyes and she disappeared around the other corner. I continued walking staring at the ground. I couldn't help but think he got a hooker for his birthday, I didn't understand why I felt a certain way like I was upset. He thinks he could call up a hooker but can't even chill with his friends?
I was pissed off about that and was going to tell him off but as I walk closer to him, his eyes were shallow and you can tell he was sleep deprived. He was in a trance like he was thinking hard about something. I was concerned about him now.  

"Hey Wrench," I say clearing my throat.
He looks up at me with sorrowful eyes. "Hey man." He takes one last hit of his cigarette, throws it on the ground, and crushes it.
There was a moment of awkward silence before I spoke again. 
"Well, I stopped by to give you something."

He raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. His eyes glance over to the suitcase, being held by my sweaty hands.

"Okay." He mumbled and opened the door and turned on his living room light. Then the smell takes me back to when I was younger. The stench of cigarettes. How many packs did he smoke a day? I didn't wanna ask because I didn't want to be rude. There have to be like 30 empty cartons laying around. The last time I was here, this place only smelt a tad bit like pot and was a tad bit messy. Now it's worse, probably because he's not okay.

We sat down and Wrench snapped back to reality. He took in his apartment's scenery as I unlock the suitcase.
"Shit man, sorry for the mess." He apologized. "I really got to get myself on track." He rubbed his eyes.
"Hey don't worry man, shit happens in life. You know?" I stared into his eyes and glanced back to the case.
I slide it over to him, and he carefully opened the lid. He looked astonished with his jaw hanging wide open.
"Ma- mar-." He couldn't speak.
"I know, I kno-." I got cut off by Wrench's tight squeeze.
"Marcus I love it!" He sobbed.
"Are you crying?" I gently whispered.
He loosened his grip, then let go shortly after.
"Thank you so much." He grabs the gun carefully out of the case. "How-? How did you-."
"I found it in a dumpster behind Arby's." I grinned.
"Aw fuck off." He nudged me and examined the gun like it was an artwork.