Jonathan's POV
We went on with the night. The call ended and I shut off my computer and jumped in to bed. Evan's words played in my head, they would overlap each other till it was too much for me to take. I shut my eyes tight and thought about my happy place, the beach sunset. I just picture myself walking, with the sand in between my toes, the smell of salt, hearing the loud calming booms of the wave, and the bright rainbow sky. I smiled with my eyes close, and soon sleep came over me.
~next morning~
I woke up happier than ever. The second my eyes opened I smiled. I made breakfast and even deicide to go on a little jog. When I got back home, my phone was blowing up. I thought it was the guys wanted to record. But I was happy, I'm not going to sit and play video games when there is an outside world. I took a quick shower, put on some dark jeans, a white t-shirt, and some sky blue shoes. Grabbed my phone, keys and wallet and went to the store. While I was driving I thought myself to be a way better driver than in GTA, and I chuckled at myself.

Evan's POV
WHERE THE HELL IS HE?! Did I fuck up? Does he hate me? Oh lord...what have I done?
"You need to calm down"
Call a friend! Call a friend! My mind tells me. I call Tyler on Skype.
"H-hey Ty"
"Dude, what's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost" he laughs.
"I'm scared about delirious...he hasn't answered any of my texts, you cockblocked me last night, and he didn't say anything back, did I fuck up big time?"
"Calm down. Just give him some time. What if his out, like school or work. Or hanging out with some real life friends having the same talk, chill. He'll come back. It's WAAAY too obvious you two lovebirds are obsessed with eachother"
I didn't know I was obvious, but I tried to blow it off. Tyler and I said our goodbyes and I just started playing video games for fun.

Jonathan's POV
I got home, put away the fresh food and snacks I got, And sat on the couch. I thought this would be a good time to check my phone. I scrolled through every text message, saw how many times he called, and listen to every voicemail.
"How couldn't I see it?"
I asked myself with my hands on my head.