I snap my fingers to keep me awake. Just another half hour then Brian will drive. I've been avoiding the law as I speed ten miles over the speed limit in 65 mph zones. I hate this. I hate everything about this. I just want Craig back. I don't want to miss him anymore. I don't want to make people upset. I hate making people upset. I guess it's all I've been doing lately. I shouldn't focus on that though. I should focus on getting Craig back. I can only hope he'll be happy to see me. I hope Nogla isn't right. I don't want to lose Craig for good. I notice that I've started going faster and consider staying at this speed until I remember Brian is in the seat next to me.

I slow down to the speed limit with Brian's safety now in the front of my mind. It wouldn't be fair of me to get him hurt just because I didn't feel like going the speed limit. I sigh and hum with the only other noise being Brian's even breathing. I don't want to have to wake him up in half an hour. He's been getting less sleep than me and I know that isn't healthy but he's been so concerned about me. I don't know if he's slept at all without making sure I'm asleep first. I think I would rather continue driving than make him lose more sleep. He'll probably wake up early anyways.

"Tyler? Dude, it's been 4 and a half hours. We were supposed to switch halfway through." I look at the time and hum in mock surprise. Obviously I went farther than he wanted me to he needs sleep more than I do. 

"You can go back to sleep if you want. I'm probably not going to fall asleep even if you start driving." Brian sits up in his seat and I turn the radio on, showing I'm not up for discussion. Brian's sigh is almost completely drowned out by whatever song this is. I smile slightly as I think of when Craig and I would just drive and sing to music louder than our screams. Then every now and again we'd get on my motorcycle and drive to the water edge. Having Craig's arms around me, even if it was only for safety, made me feel amazing. All these months I've avoided everything that had made me happy, since none of it made me happy without Craig. Maybe that's why I have wanted him back all this time. I can't be happy without him. So stupid of me. I became dependent on Craig. Maybe it'd be better if I give him space after this.

"Come on Tyler, talk to me. I don't know what's going on and I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong." I look over at Brian through the corners of my eyes. I don't think he got the message by me turning on the radio. Especially since he just turned it the fuck back off.

"I don't want to talk, Brian. I just want everything to go back to normal." Brian is silent for a few minutes before he whispers out a response.

"Back to the back three months normal or back to before Craig disappeared normal?" I stay silent and feel my foot press on the gas a little more. Brian's breath hitches and I work to calming myself, which is difficult with the pressure on my chest making me defensive.

"Just back to normal." Brian scoffs and the pressure gets worse. When I see whoever I talked to on the phone I'm bashing their face in. I press down on the gas petal more and smirk as I see the miles per hours go up. The faster I get there the faster I can get my anger out.

"I hope you realize I'm not letting you relapse after this. We're going to get Craig and then we'll work on getting you back to health. Probably helping him too. He's going to stay at your place and I'm going to make sure both of you are okay because you guys are my friends and I care about you two. I don't care what you want so long as it's self destructive. You're going to be ok, whether you like it or not, because people do care about you. I care about you and I hate seeing you like this. Craig cares about you and it would kill him if you stopped trying to better yourself."

I look over at Brian and slow the car to the speed limit. I don't want him to have to take care of me. If it was needed, I could pretend until we got Craig back to full health. But there was no way I would willingly let Brian take care of me anymore. Craig will be his first concern once we get him and I'll help take care of Craig until he decides he doesn't need our help anymore then he'll leave. Maybe he'll leave with Brian. 

"I'm fine. As far as Craig has to know, I've been fine for the past three months. He doesn't have to know shit." I look back at the road and make a turn onto a road that leads to our location. Didn't even realize the time had passed so much.

"He knows you like the back of his hand Tyler. He'll know something is off immediately. Look, I get that you want to put Craig first but you matter just as much as him and he wouldn't want to be helped if you weren't helped as well." I shake my head and look at the time again. We should be arriving in less than ten minutes.

"It doesn't matter. We're almost there so if you want to keep talking then get ready to be used as a battering ram." Brian shakes his head and I focus on getting the right address. I pull up to a white house that looks more like an apartment. I stop the car and put it in park, staring at the house. 

"At least it's small so it'll be easier to find Craig." I glare at the door with the thought of the poor bastard who called me. I think he's going to run his face into the doorknob multiple times on accident.

"Alright let's go get your Mini." I just nod, ignoring what he said and only paying attention to when he snorts. I give him a confused look and he just shakes his head, moving to get out of the car. I sigh and go over what he said again when I realize. I growl slightly and get out of the car to throw Brian at the front door.

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(IT'S ALMOST TIME TO SEE THE STAR OF THE SHOW! WHOOOOOO! I can't wait to write more but that's the end of this chapter so I hope ye enjoyed.)