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 Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 12:20 am
Guine Idk because this is pertinent to your interests. Kaefaux BECAUSE JERICHO GETS TEXTED AT THE END
The first day, Lovely didn't think anything was wrong when Ilian didn't text him back. It happened occasionally. Usually when Ilian was at work. Or just... didn't want to deal with him. Lovely could usually tell which of the two it was, both because he knew Ilian's work schedule and because he could always tell when he'd managed to annoy Ilian or piss him off.He sent it right after school, aware that he probably wouldn't get a text back until Ilian was done with all of his afternoon and evening obligations. Lovely waited for the return text at home, where he took his time doing his homework just to have something to do to fill the hours. Somehow he managed to make an assignment that should have only taken half an hour last for two. He did this by staring out the window for ten minute intervals, lazily spinning around his computer chair while he listened to music, and occasionally checking his phone in case he'd missed the buzz and chime to alert him that he'd gotten a message.
Nothing.
So when ten o'clock came around, he sent another one.Quote: Fine whatever i'm going to sleep
He woke up the next morning and still had not received a return text. Instead of trying again, he simply rolled his eyes, showered, got dressed, and went about his day. He doodled in class instead of taking notes, he stared out the window instead of paying attention to his teachers, and he ignored everyone in the hallways because absolutely none of them were worth his time.
Only when he left for the day did he send another text.Lovely went home. He did his homework. He stood in front of the refrigerator trying to find something appealing to eat. He watched more of Making a Murderer because he had nothing better to do, but he spent most of the time lost in thoughts about how difficult his life was. He checked his phone but saw nothing, just a phone call from some random number in California. He deleted that and spent an hour playing Quiz Up before falling asleep.
On the morning of the third day, he sent Ilian a series of angry texts. Quote: I didn't even do anything this time
None of his messages received a response.
So the next day he hopped on public transit and went to Ilian's apartment. (He hated taking his car into Ilian's neighborhood because he always expected someone to steal it or defile it somehow.) He trudged through the snow muttering a number of curses under his breath, and pounded on Ilian's door loud enough to earn a dirty look from one of Ilian's neighbors who was smoking outside. Lovely simply ignored them.
When the pounding wasn't enough to make Ilian answer the door, Lovely started shouting.
“Open the damned door! Who the ******** do you think you are?! I didn't ******** do anything and you think you can just ignore ******** off, man,” Illian's neighbor said.
“You ******** off,” Lovely shot back.
He pounded on the door some more and shouted a few extra curses for good measure. When he still didn't receive a response, Lovely peered through the front window but couldn't really see anything because none of the lights were on. It didn't concern him at all. He simply figured Ilian was trying to pretend like he wasn't home. Either that or he was going to extremes to save on his electric bill. Either was just as likely at this ******** you, Ilian! See if I offer to cart your poor a** around anymore!” he shouted.
Then Lovely turned and stalked away, flipping Ilian's neighbor off as he went.
The next day was when he started to get a little desperate. He whined to his brother about the situation, but naturally Dorian wasn't any help.
“Apologize for whatever you did,” he said.
Lovely made a face, huffed, and stomped upstairs to his room, where he slammed the door and threw himself onto the bed in a dramatic fashion.
He didn't even know what he needed to apologize for. Besides, apologies weren't really his thing. He was only mean and offensive when people deserved it, so if he'd done something it was only because Ilian had done something first. He tried to look back, and he couldn't think of anything Ilian had done recently that had pissed him off enough to earn something mean or offensive. Which left him right back at square one.
He dug his phone out of his pocket and fired off another series of texts.
Quote: What the hell did I do you son of a b***h
Quote: Why am I even friends with you
Quote: You better be sick or dying or i'm going to beat the s**t out of you the next time I see you
Quote: If you don't answer me i'm not going to let you borrow any of my clothes for our next recital
He went to bed furious, which meant he didn't sleep much at all and spent most of the night tossing, turning, and beating his pillow.
When he woke up the next day, Lovely resolved himself to forget about the entire thing and not send Ilian a single text. If Ilian was going to ignore him, then he would just ignore Ilian.
This lasted until lunchtime, when he ducked into one of the boy's bathrooms at school and decided that if Ilian wasn't going to answer any of his texts, he'd just have to call him instead.
Naturally it rang until it went to voicemail.
Lovely hung up at first. If Ilian didn't want to talk to him then that was fine. It's not like Lovely needed him or anything.
Then he got angry that he was even annoyed by this and called back until he got sent to voicemail ******** you, Ilian. I'm ******** serious. What the ******** are you ignoring me for? I didn't do jack s**t. If you don't text me back, I swear to god you'll regret it. I don't need this bullshit. ******** you.”
He hung up and went to his next class early because he was too angry to eat anything for lunch.
By the end of the school day he still had not received any response. He drove home in a rage, cutting people off, honking his horn when people went too slow, tossing the middle finger at a few pedestrians who didn't have the right of way, and generally just being as much of a d**k as he possibly could.
When he got home, he stormed up the stairs, threw his school bag onto the bed, and took his phone out of his pocket to call Ilian again.
“Answer me, you piece of s**t. I didn't do anything to deserve this, so I don't know what the hell you're being all pissy for. And no, I'm not going to apologize for whatever the hell you think I did. You're the one being an immature little b***h about it. If you don't answer me by tomorrow, then I'm done with you.”
He hung up and almost threw his phone at the wall, but thought better of it at the last second and threw it on the bed to join his school bag instead.
Dorian commented on his shitty mood over dinner. Lovely told him he could go ******** himself and left the table with his plate half empty.
The next day he went about his business and checked his phone at random intervals, but there was nothing from Ilian. No text, no call, just silence. Luckily they had a recital that afternoon, so he could corner Ilian there and scream into Ilian's face until he finally said something. Lovely was a little calmer than he'd been the day before, so when it was time to go he actually brought along an extra change of clothes, which he told himself he'd let Ilian use only if Ilian apologized for being a p***k and groveled a lot.
Lovely waited at the concert hall. He had a whole angry spiel planned out in his head, ready for the moment Ilian finally showed his face.
But Ilian never arrived.
Only then did Lovely consider that something might be wrong.
He sent another series of texts.
Quote: Where the ******** are you
Quote: What are you too chicken s**t to face me??????
Quote: This is getting really old
Quote: Okay seriously what the ******** is wrong
Quote: I brought you a change of clothes so hurry your a** up
Suddenly he was concerned that Ilian might really be dead. Which was stupid, because the last time he'd seen Ilian they'd both been powered up without any sign of trouble. Ilian hadn't even been injured. So unless Ilian had gone out on his own, there was no way he could have gotten himself into some deep s**t.
That ******** idiot.
Quote: Did you go out on your own??????
Quote: Are you ******** stupid??????
Quote: Where is your ******** brain??????
Quote: You're not supposed to go out without me or Jericho
Quote: We can't trust your stupid a** to be smart about anything
Quote: I swear to god you'd better be dead because when I find you you're going to wish you were
When the recital was over Lovely drove to Ilian's apartment. He parked into the assigned parking spot Ilian never used and glared bloody murder at anyone who so much as looked at his car. He saw Ilian's bike in the bike rack, which meant Ilian had to be home. It was too early in the evening for energy draining.
“Ilian!” he shouted while pounding on the door. “Ilian! Open the ******** door!”
“He ain't home,” Ilian's neighbor grumbled at him. He'd come out to smoke again.
Lovely pulled a face of disgust. The man was thin and greasy and smelled of smoke. He wasn't even dressed properly for the weather. The pants he wore were torn, his shirt looked faded and old, and the sweater he had on over it looked stained and crusted over in places from God only knew what. His eyes looked sunken and his teeth were in poor condition. He was everything that Lovely felt disturbed by in this part of town.
“What the ******** do you mean 'he isn't home'?” Lovely said. “Where the ******** is he?”
“Dunno,” the man said with a shrug.
“Well, when the ******** was the last time you saw him?”
“Dunno,” the man said again. “Last week, I guess.”
“And you didn't think to tell me that the last time I was here?”
The man shrugged again. He didn't look concerned at ******** you,” Lovely said. He turned back to Ilian's door and kicked it. It did nothing but make his big toe hurt.
If he had a key he could have gone inside to see if there was anything that might explain Ilian's current whereabouts. Unfortunately, Ilian hadn't thought it pertinent to give him one.
The next time he saw Ilian, Lovely would make sure to b***h him out until he finally caved and handed one over.
Frustrated, Lovely went over to the window and peered inside again, but the view hadn't improved since last time. He could just make out the shadowy shapes of Ilian's shabby living room furniture, but absolutely nothing beyond that.
Finally, Lovely pulled out his phone and did what he should have done when he first thought Ilian was ignoring him.
He sent a text to Jericho.
Quote: Get the ******** over to Ilian's place NOW
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