Evan's POV

I ended the skype call, the emptiness was back. I smiled at his hockey mask profile picture, it was so cute, so...delirious. 

I sighed and shut down my computer, it was late anyways, I had to get some shut eye. But first, 

FOOD

I got out of my cozy chair and walked my lazy ass down to the kitchen. I saw my cat and checked her food bowl. It's a habit I have, I always have to make sure my cat has food and water.

When I was younger I saw a dog starving when I was walking to school one day, of course, it being Canada, it was snowy and cold. I ran home, called the police, and the guy was arrested. I asked and begged my mom and dad if we could keep the dog, they slowly agreed, but when we went to go check the dog at the vet, he was too emotionally traumatized and physically traumatized to live with a family, and they had to put him down.

Since then, I always check that my animal's food and water bowl are full, because I never want to cause pain to an other being. 

I grab stuff to make pancakes, because I missed breakfast, and start cooking. 

Jonathan keeps popping in my mind...

Jonathan's POV

I woke up the next day and felt so much better, I felt like I didn't need to take my pills. I got out of bed no problem and smiled at the sun. I fixed my blanket and did a slight skip walking down to the kitchen. I saw my dog awake too, I squatted down and started patting her head.

"Hey baby-girl, how do you feel like going on a walk?"

She barked happily and I perked up even more

"Okay! Just let me put on clothes"

I looked down at my naked body and blushed. 

I walked up the stairs and slowly started getting the feeling of being watched and I quicken my pace up the stairs.

I put on my gray sweatpants, my blue shoes, and just some baggy T-shirt from the back of my closet. I walk in the bathroom and looked at my healing bags, thank god.

I felt like I looked, good today. I put in my plugs and spiked my hair a little. 

I smiled and winked at myself.

"Hey there good-looking. Come here often?"

I giggled and got the feeling again, so I left the bathroom and walked down the stairs. My dog was waiting by the door waging her tail. 

Most chill dog I've ever met

I put on her leash and rub her head.

I opened the door and there was standing Luke, I jumped back a little

"Holy shit, what are you doing here?"

He looked down at the ground, rubbing his hands; oh shit, that's his nervous twitch. 

"Is something wrong Luke? You're doing that thing with your hands again"

"Jon, there's something I need to tell you..."

He slowly shut the door.