Ryan felt a wave of anxiety rush over him, “Uh hey Bryce I got to go, Luke needs me to pick him up,” Ryan muttered, exiting the game he was playing, Friday the 13th.

“Luke? Doesn't he have his own car or something?” Bryce asked, pouting as he gaming companion left the game, in a pretty urgent matter.

“Yeah but he asked me to pick him up, he went to Evan’s party so I'm kind of scared for him..”

“Alright.. text me when your back and don't have too much fun,” Bryce laughed, making Ryan roll his eyes, before hanging up and putting on a clean shirt,

Ryan: Hang tight Luke, I'm on my way.

                             Luke: pleaae hury

Seeing the reply Ryan bit his lip, starting to panic as he ran out to his car, starting it up and speeding towards Evan’s house, he quickly stopped, noticing a rich looking mansion covered from head to toe in toilet paper, drunk people were passed out on the lawn, music blared from inside and he could see flashing lights in the main room.

Ryan parked his car, getting out and locking the car, knowing better than to leave a car unlocked, especially around drunk parties.

Immediately Ryan began searching for the red hoodied man, he found Luke, sitting by himself near a broken beer bottle, he was holding it as if he would need to use it, Ryan squatted down, getting a better look at Luke’s face, noticing two tear marks down his face, it took Luke a while to realise Ryan was there, when he did he jumped, instantly rubbing his eyes to wipe off any remaining tears.

“Luke? Are you okay? Why are you crying?” he asked, hugging the taller male gently, feeling Luke stiffen at the gesture.

“I'll explain soon, I just really want to get out of here, please,” he sounded desperate, his hands clinging onto Ryan's shirt.

Ryan rubbed his back and nodded, helping him to the car, which he unlocked, he noticed Luke was slightly swaying, he was trying to say something but it came out as slurred and jumbled, Ryan offered him a soft smile before pulling the seatbelt over him and clicking it into place before getting into the driver's seat and buckling up.

Ryan drove away from the house, listening to Luke mumble things under his breath.

“I'm a fffucking idiot,”

“I should have listened to Ryan.. yet here I am..”

“in his car with the worst fucking headache,,”

“I can't believe I trusted him,”

“he didn't listen”

“he didn't care,”

“does Ryan care?”

“I hope,”

“Yes I do, don't doubt yourself you dummy,"

I take sick pleasure from writing strong male characters in pain, am I a sadist?