Ryan stood in Jonathan's room, staring blankly at the window, lost in thought.

Where had Jonathan gone off to? Did he seriously go after Luke? Why did he think that would be a good idea?!

He growls in anger, and kicks the wall without thinking. A wave of resentment comes over him- he wasn't sure why, but he was angry.

Angry at Jonathan. Angry at him for leaving Bryce and him without a word. Angry at him for not even saying goodbye, or any warning. Ryan was angry at Jon for leaving him so fucking worried about him.

As quickly as the anger came, it vanishes, quickly replaced with nothing but sadness and fear. Would Jon be okay out there? Did he even know where he was going?

Something wet falls onto Ryan's hand, and it is then that he realizes that he's crying. Ryan takes a deep breath, wipes the tears away, and decides that it would be best to go home. On the way out, he pets Jonathan's dog, feeling guilty as he watched the poor dog stare out the window waiting for his owner.

"Yeah, it's okay. I'm waiting for him, too," Ryan mumbles. He walks out the door, and makes his way home.

That night, Ryan sat in his bed, staring at a photo of him, Jon, and Luke. It pained him to know that two of his friends were both gone. Yeah, he had Bryce, but...

Bryce. Right. He had Bryce, and Bryce wouldn't leave him, either, at least not until he finally moved to Georgia. And Bryce wouldn't leave him, right?

Ryan hoped he wouldn't, at the very least.

As he sat there, thinking about everything that happened, only one thing seemed to be a solution to all of this.

What if I go after them? Would they be mad? Would they even know?

He ended up asking Bryce about it the next day. It hadn't been much- just a little question. Ryan hadn't expected Bryce to have such a strong reaction, honestly.

"You're gonna what?! Ryan, do you even know where he went?! Where they went? That's crazy, you're probably gonna end up dead in a ditch somewhere! Ryan, this is exactly how people get murdered!" Bryce stood up, giving Ryan a stern glare, almost like a mother would.

Ryan frowned, staring down at his hands in his lap. "I know, I know. I just... I don't know. I have a bad feeling about them leaving, and besides... It's not like anyone else is doing anything about it."

Bryce's expression faltered, before sighing in defeat and sitting next to Ryan on his bed. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that. My mom and aunt practically refuse to talk about Luke now. It's like he's not even their son anymore. You know they packed all his stuff up? They even told me to take whatever I wanted, because they were gonna throw it all away! Who does that?!" Bryce whined quietly, flopping backwards onto Ryan's bed.

Ryan found himself looking down at Bryce for a moment, before looking back at his hands. "You think he really went to that address Luke had written?"

"I'm more concerned about Jon going alone, honestly," Bryce admitted. He rolled onto his stomach, hugging a pillow close to him.

"Jon can handle himself. He's Delirious, you know?" Ryan smiles at Bryce, trying to be as reassuring as possible.

It was weird seeing Bryce so... upset like this. So Ryan tried to cheer him up a bit.

And it worked, because Bryce giggled and smiled up at Ryan. "The oh-so-serious Delirious?"

Ryan snickered. "He's very serious."

They both laughed, before Ryan calms himself a bit and asks a more serious question.

"So... Do you really think that he went..."

Bryce shrugged. "It's possible. I mean, there's only so many ways to find out."

The two looked at each other, and found themselves hesitating. They both seemed to know what they were about to do, they knew what the consequences would be, and yet...

They were dumb, weren't they?