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19° Come Home

Mike POV

Nobody knows where Chris went. Nobody can find him. He couldn't have gone far.

It's starting to get dark, and I don't know how he's going to react. Scranton's not a safe place to be at night.

Ricky was out looking for him, along with the cops. I wish I could just leave the hospital now. I hate being stuck in bed, just waiting. I wish I could do something. I never meant to be mean to him.

I picked up my cell, dialing Ricky's number.

It rang a few times before he picked up.

"Anything?" I asked.

"No. Nothing." He said. "Nobody's seen him."

"Shit." I groaned. "Please, Ricky. Just find him."

"I will."

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I was sent home this morning, but Ricky wouldn't let me leave my apartment.

I hope he's okay. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to him. I hated myself because I drove him away. I didn't mean to be mean to him.

I managed to drag myself into the kitchen, and grab a half empty bottle of whiskey. I threw the bottle back, placing it back down.

Why was I so stupid?

I'm a fucking idiot. I never meant to push him away.

I carried the bottle back to the couch with me, laying down with it.

I groaned, downing another good portion of the bottle. I closed my eyes, falling into an uncomfortable, alcohol induced sleep.

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Chris POV

I wish I could get back to sir. It was scary. There were lots of mean people around when it was dark, but now the sun was back, and they seemed to be gone. I'm not mad at sir anymore. I just want him back. I miss sir.

I wonder if he even wants me anymore. I'm so bad. I got upset and telled at him, and now he hates me. I'm a bad boy.

I was walking down a street with my arms over my chest. I rubbed my skin, shivering slightly.

"Chris?!" I heard someone call.

I turned around, seeing Rick running up to me.

He grabbed me, hugging me tight.

"Oh, thank god you're okay." He said. "Mike's been worried sick."

"H-he actually still wants me?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yes. Of course he wants you."

"But I ran away..."

"He's so worried about you. He's terrified. I've never seen him this bad before."

"Can I go to see him?" I asked.

"Mhm. He's home now."

"Okay." I mumbled.

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Rick led me into the house, and we saw sir on the couch. He was asleep.

Rick sighed, grabbing a bottle from where it lied, next to sir. He shook sir, causing him to groan and fall off the couch. I hugged him tightly.

He coughed and opened his eyes, seeming confused. He gasped when he saw me, wrapping his arms around me. He kissed my head, holding me close.

"I'm so sorry, kitten. I'm so fucking sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you."

I nuzzled his neck. "I was bad. I'm sorry."

"No. It's my fault, baby. I fucked up. It's all better now. No more yelling."

"Okay." I smiled. I nuzzled him again, hugging his stomach.

Rick smiled at us. "See? I told you both that everything would be fine."

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Super short chapter, but I'm gonna be taking a break for a little while.

Also, I'm wondering if anyone would be interested in a Supernatural fic at some point. I don't know when or what it would be about, but why not? Comment what you think.

~Syn