"So.... Brock just left us with no reason and a bunch of cash," Ryan explains quietly, showing the stuff Brock had left inside the briefcase.

"Hah! He fucking left you bitches for Scotty and Brian," Marcel laughs. “Classic Brock, trying to be the nice guy.”

Jon snickers. Bryce frowns at this, and sighs.

Ryan rolls his eyes at their reactions and sets the briefcase down on the floor. “Look, guys, it doesn't matter what you think about Brock. What matters is that he's obviously more involved than we thought and now we have no idea how we're supposed to get out of this and go back home.”

“Uh… I can't go back home,” Bryce announces. “Even if I wanted to, I can't.”

Ryan doesn't even bother to ask. “Then you're coming to my place. Point is, we're in deep shit and I kinda want out.”

Marcel chuckles. “Yeah… but I'm tired. You guys got a place to sleep?”

“There's a couch, and Brock's bed too,” Ryan says.

Jonathan immediately stands up and walks to the living room. “I am not sleeping where Brock did. You bitches have fun, Delirious is gonna go chill on the couch.”

Bryce giggles softly. “Delirious is also going to refer to himself in the third person.”

They all laugh softly, and Ryan finds himself grabbing onto Bryce’s hand gently. “Come on, guys. We can go talk in the living room, where we all actually have a place to sit.”

-

“So basically, all I've gathered is that my friends are dicks, you guys are probably in danger and Brock is shady as hell.”

“Pretty much, yeah,” Bryce confirms. “Dang, I wish I had gone snooping around before he left. Imagine all the stuff he took with him.”

Jonathan scoffs bitterly. “Well, you would think that any college student, shady or not, would take their damn textbooks with them. Jeez, imagine all the money he wasted on these.”

“Yeah… then again, I doubt it made a dent in his bank account or whatever.” Marcel is the first to sit on the couch, grabbing a bag of chips that had been left there.

They all murmur in agreement and join him on the couch. Ryan has no idea what it is they're gonna do, but he hopes all will end well.

Next thing you know, they're all dozing off to Friday the 13th, in one big, comfortable pile. Bryce is curled up like a little cat in between Marcel and Ryan, Jonathan surprisingly okay with being at the bottom. Ryan leans into Bryce’s warmth and closes his eyes, feeling content.

Unfortunately, their slumber was cut short by Jonathan suddenly sitting up, moving everyone in the process.

“What the fuck, Jonathan?” Marcel gives a glare, sleepily adjusting his hat.

Bryce quickly hushes Marcel, him and Jonathan staring at the front door nervously.

“... Do you hear that?” Jonathan's voice is quiet, almost like he was trying to hide.

“Yeah,” Bryce whispers back. “But what is it?”

Ryan has to strain his ears to hear it, but he does.

Footsteps. There are footsteps outside the front door, and clicking noises. The door creaks slightly, as if someone was pulling on it from the other side.

“That's not good,” Ryan mumbles. “Who is it?”

Marcel backs up slightly. “Obviously not a good person if they're trying to be sneaky.”

Bryce is the first to move, silently inching away. “Let's… let's just go,” he murmurs, just loud enough for the others to hear.

They all agree, and go to follow.