Snippet #2249845

Jonathan got off the couch to make himself a bowl of cereal. He was starving and besides, moping around and thinking of the past wouldn't do him any good. He sat on the couch, eating his cereal in silence. John's phone was on the coffee table infront of him, he was tempted to pick it up and call Danny. He placed his bowl on the table, picking his phone up. He couldn't even bring himself to unlock it, just staring at the picture of Danny and him that he had set as his screensaver. He stared at the picture, Danny was laughing as John wrapped her in a hug from behind, his smile bright, the sun behind them forming a halo around the two of them. Jonathan didnt realize he was crying until a drop fell onto the screen. Wiping any tears away, He sent out a text to his friend Zechariah. John really needed to talk to someone. 'Hey are you busy? Need to talk to someone.' He hopped off his couch, not bothering for a response from his friend as he grabbed his jacket and left his building. In order to get to the Youth rehabilitation Center, where Zechariah spent most his time volunteering, Jonathan had to cross a scetchy piece of town. It was no big deal for him, he knew how to fight and he never carried anything more than twenty dollars. He looked to the ground as he walked, his mind on Danny. Jonathan wished he could see her again but at the same time he would have no idea what he would say to her. But speak of the devil and the devil will come... or something like that. John bumped into someguy and as he turned to apologize he found the man hadn't even slowed his pace. And ahead of him was... John felt like his eyes were deceiving him but he could have sworn that was Danny. He followed after the man. Was he following her? John wasn't sure but he didn't want to take any chances with his Danny. He ran ahead of the man to Danny, "Hey, Danny, I think you made a wrong turn, good thing I found you. I'll just have to call the rest of the guys and tell them the search is off!" Jonathan put on a smile, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He peeked over his shoulder to see the man behind them was still following them. Jonathan turned, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked to the man. "Do you want something?" He asked irritated his first plan hadn't worked out the way he wanted it to, the man simply threw a punch at John. Jonathan dodged and punched the man back. Unfortunately the man only backed up a few steps and threw another punch, this time landing John on the nose and knocking him down. The man reached into Johns pocket for his wallet and ran off. Jonathan groaned looking to Danny. He stood slowly, covering his now bloody nose. "Can we co to my place?" He asked his nose slightly nasily from plughing it. So no more blood escaped. Jonathan walked beside Danny in silence until they got to his apartment. He offered Danny a seat on the couch before going into the bathroom to wash the blood off him. He returned and cleared his throat, he really didn't have much to say, but he hated awkward silences. "Why didn't you take your car?" He asked holding his nose shut, the worry evident in his eyes.