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⌠joey⌡

I read the messages to myself, not letting Daniel see.

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Troye;

Joey where are you?

Joey?

Hello?

It's 5:00 already, are you okay?

Joey?!?

Answer me!!!!

Joey!

????

You're scaring me please answer!!

Are you okay?

Joey it's 8:00, I am getting worried.

JOEY?

ANSWER ME PLEASE!!!!

JOEY ITS FREAKING 11:00.

Come home, please.

I am calling the cops if you don't answer.

I called the cops Joey, if you're in trouble we are trying to find you.

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There were many more messages, but I couldn't read all 93 of them.

My eyes grew wide and my forehead was dripping with sweat, soaking my hair and face.

D: Joey? Everything okay?
J: No. I was stupid. I didn't check my phone at all last night.
D: And?
J: Troye called the cops.
D: WHAT?!

Daniel stood up taking our plates to the sink.

J: I guess he thought you did something to me, and that's why I didn't come home.
D: Oh no.

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I hit the [contacts] button on my iPhone and hit Troye's name.

[dial]

J: Hello?
T: JOEY? ARE YOU OKAY?
J: Yeah I am fine.
T: WHERE ARE YOU?
J: Daniel's apartment..
T: I'm coming.

Troye hung up the phone. I looked at Daniel soon giggling.

D: Thought I did something to you.. HA.
J: I know right. I told you he was over protective.

Daniel rolled his eyes and turned around hearing repetitive knocks on the door.

I stood up and Daniel opened the door. There stood Troye with fear in his eyes. We made eye contact for about three seconds, then Troye ran up to me and squeezed my torso, tightly.

T: I was worried sick, Joey.
J: And I was oblivious of the fact that my best friend would be worried about me having a one night stand with my now, new boyfriend.
D: I mean it wasn't really a one night stand, technically we didn't you know-