Evan stretches and groans as he opens his brown eyes. He wipes the drool off his mouth and checks his surroundings.

"The hell?" The dark haired man isn't in his bed, he's in his desk chair. His PC is still on and Skype is still up. "Oh shit!" He instantly sits up and scoots to his desk. Luckily, no one is left in the call. The Asian sighs and leans back. No problems at all, except a little more on the electric bill.

Later on his phone buzzes as he makes a nice PB&J sandwich for lunch. "Its the boys." He says with his mouth full. The house is empty, no reply to his sloppiness at all, except a meow. His cat Binx swings its tail back and forth and rubs against Evan's legs. Evan doesn't acknowledge it. He's sucked into his phone. The brown eyes dive into the phone, reading the the message from Tyler. "Good ol' GTA, anyone?" Evan replies and runs back to his desk, leaving Binx attention-less. The black cat lay on the leather couch of Evan's.

Back in the gaming facility Evan is having a blast with his online friends. But he notices there's one laugh missing. He stops throwing stickies onto Marcel's back, "Do you guys know where Delirious is?"

"At work." Luke answers after running to meet up with the group.

"He works?" Tyler snickers.

"Yeah. You guys know he does shit out of YouTube, right?"

"Of course." Tyler says, but doesn't really mean it.

"So what's he do?" Evan asks, the curiousness sinking into his stomach.

Luke is quiet. Not sure if he should give the info about his friend. Maybe he'll just drop hints. How smart are the boys?

"CaRtOoNz?" Craig speaks up as well, his curiousness getting the best of him.

"I don't know if I should really tell you guys. You should ask him yourself..." The bearded man feels well with his response. 

"Well what time does he get off?" Marcel asks. 

"He supposed to get off at nine, but if something happens he has to stay there." That was a hint, dammit Luke! 

"He's a nurse!" Tyler shouts, he starts laughing at the thought of their friend as a nurse. Luke and the rest of the guys laugh, except for Evan. He sits and thinks, blocking out the boys he can only hear his heartbeat thumping. What occupation does Delirious have? The Asian's mind wonders and wonders. 

"Evan?" He lifts his head to his name. Several faces stare at him, different colors of skin, eyes, hair, clothing. "Evan, are you alright buddy?" An Irish accent hits him. He can only nod. Something in his gut wasn't feeling too hot, especially about this whole job thing, what the hell is it? 

"Let's play..." The well known owl finally says.

In North Carolina Luke sits, playing the great Grand Theft Auto V with the guys. He blows up Craig right before his phone goes off. He merely looks at the screen and turns away. He takes a second glance and see's the name Jonathan. "Hold up guys, Delirious messaged me."

On the other screen a deep feeling hits the red jacket wearing owl.  Its a quarter past 9. Delirious isn't on yet. They've been playing for at least two hours now. "Is everything alright CaRtOoNz?" Craig breaks the silence. Luke doesn't reply. "Luke!" Vanoss is impatient, which was a uncommon thing to the group. He was the usual laid back dude.

Evan switches to the call and stares down Luke. His eyes burn.

Finally, CaRtOoNz looks up. "Oh, Delirious is just gonna be a lil late." Everyone's facial expressions soften, but Evan let's out a big sigh of relief. "Well, I'm glad he's okay." The guys brush of the fact Evan cared, even though everyone should care about their best friend right? The thought briefly passes through Evan's head. Delirious is just a friend... 

The boys sign off after another hour of game play. Evan actually remembers to turn off his stuff and not fall asleep at the desk. He doesn't really feel tired, but he still brushes his teeth and slips on a tank top and comfortable boxers. His phone gets plugged in and he shuts off the lamp. He shuts his eyes, but the shoot right back open. 

Beautiful blue eyes, small black spacers on each side of his ears, brown hair in the cut like his GTA character, short, but strong... Evan was thinking about Delirious. "FUCK!" The owl shoots up on his bed and runs his fingers through his hair. He shakes his head and plops down. He tries sleeping, at least shutting his eyes, maybe thinking of his friend is the best way to sleep. 

Later on his door opens and his black cat strolls in. He jumps up onto his bed purring. Evan rubs his soft head thinking, that might be the only pussy he likes. 

Down south in North Carolina Luke is unable to sleep, because his friend isn't home yet. He keeps peeking out the window, but no sign of Delirious. "Where the hell is he?" The bearded man worries. He calls, instead of texting just in case he's driving. 

"Come on, answer please..." Luke taps his foot impatiently. "Fuck..." The phone continues ringing and finally, "Your call has been forwarded to a voice mail, Hey, you've reached Jonathan, and I'm out and about being delirious, please leave a message after-" The iPhone is smashed onto the table. "He's really fucking worrying me..." 

Through the night CaRtOoNz finally falls asleep, his phone close in his hand, and his head up against the headboard. The phone's vibrations jerk him up and he immediately accepts the call. "Hello?!" 

"Is this Luke Patterson?" A sweet voice asks. 

"Yes... why?"

"This is the Duke Raleigh Hospital calling, and we have some bad news for you." Luke's facial expression drops. 

"Y-yeah?"

"Jonathan has gotten into a terrible accident at work." 

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Okay, so honestly, my updates have been shit and I'm sorry for that. I deleted a story because I lost ideas with it, but I promise you guys this one is going to last. <3