Halfway (Mavin)

Ten

•Michael's POV•

I can't stop.

I won't stop.

I need to get to Gavin. I need to know he's okay. I love him, I want him, he's all mine.

And I need to find him.

I love him. More than anything. More everything.

But by the time I hit Maryland, it's 9 pm. I realise I've been driving for almost sixteen hours. I need sleep. I need a break.

I find a cozy hotel, buy a nice room with a jacuzzi, and drop my bag on the bed. This is just what I need. I pull off my shirt, take my keys and phone out of my pockets, and climb in. The warm, bubbly water feels nice on my sore back.

I'm still concerned about Gavin, but I try to push it to the back of my brain. I grab the TV remote and turn on the TV. The news is on from whoever stayed last, and just as I'm about to change it, I hear something about Maine.

"On October, 18, 2013 a plane from Britain crashed in Augusta, Maine. There is one unidentified survivor who is currently in MaineGeneral Hospital with no severe injuries other than a sprained ankle and many scratches. This has been the News at Nine with me, Jennifer Malcolm..."

I zone out. Life without Gavin. How? How will I ever be happy without Gavin there, by my side? The Rage Quits, the Let's Play's, the everything. I'm nothing without him. I remember the 'This is...' I did with Gavin a long time ago.

"Sometimes I see you glance over your shoulder, then sigh with relief that I'm still there."

"Yeah, I'm just like 'huh!', you know. It's like every time I see you I'm like 'That candle's got a little bit of wax left!'"

Before I start crying again, I change the channel. Eventually I find what I'm searching for: It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.

I love Always Sunny. So did... Gavin. I remember one night when we watched Always Sunny all night in Gavin's room.

Goddamn, I miss him. I miss him more than I've ever missed anything.