Tyler P.O.V (Assume it's in his pov unless told otherwise)

I slam the hammer against the wall and my phone falls to the floor. It hasn't cracked too much but accidentally hitting it with the hammer made a few cracks. I pick up my phone and throw it at Brian, who has his laptop out and has been checking all of Craig's social media's. 

"I'm going to go clean up, you have fun with the phone." I walk out and bring Archie and Kino into the room, letting them attack Brian. I shut the door and walk into the kitchen. It's more tidy than it was but there's still things to do. Like take out the trash, do dishes, fix the cabinet I broke while pissed off, throw away all the expired food that's been there for around six months (no relation to Craig I just hadn't taken care of it), and wash the counter. It also might be a good idea to get rid of the flies.

(Time skip 3 hours later 7:18 PM)

I open and close the cabinet door as a test and hum in contentment as it moves silently. I look at the clock above the stove and notice the time. I sigh and look around. Thinking about it, I haven't seen or heard Brian since I started working. I wonder what he's doing. 

I walk to my room and open the door, Archie and Kino rushing over to me. I manage a small smile and they both run off to play. I look at Brian and see him typing away at his keyboard with my phone sitting beside him plugged into his laptop. He looks up at me and smiles lightly, patting the spot next to him. I let out a huff and walk over, sitting beside him. 

"So when I noticed the time I ordered some pizza. I want you to at least have a slice or maybe just a few bites. I tried tracking the call but it was made in a way that tracking would be impossible I just wish I knew how it was done then maybe I could reverse it and get his exact location. You said somebody else answered right?" I nod and Brian sighs, running his hand through his hair. "I don't know Tyler, I think we'd have to have a call running in order to be able to track the phone. Unless we got in contact with whatever network he uses and for whatever reason they track his phone and give us the information."

That doesn't sound promising. We'll get him back and when we do I'm punching him as hard as I can. The little shit deserves it for ignoring everyone. Even though based off that call I'd say it wasn't his fault. He's still getting punched though.

"It's fine. I cleaned up the kitchen if you want to go walk around a bit. I'll try calling him a few more times." Brian sighs and nods, unplugging my phone and handing it to me. He walks out of the room and I bring my hand up to my face, rubbing at my tired eyes. My phone's screen is cracked and one of the corners are black. I go into contacts and onto Craig's contact, calling him with no second thought. 

"Hey Tyler, how you holding up?" I take another look at the caller ID and notice I called Marcel. I really did not need to talk to anyone other than Craig but here I am now.

"Hey sorry Marcel I thought I'd called Craig. Have you heard from him at all?" Marcel gives a soft 'no' and I feel my teeth clench. So far nobody's been helpful. I mean, how much do any of them care anyways? 

"Alright well get back to me if you get news on him." I hang up and set my phone down. I would call again but right now I don't really feel like being disappointed again. I lay down on my bed and close my eyes just before hearing the doorbell ring.

I get up again and walk out of the room, seeing Brian bring a small pizza box into the kitchen. I walk over to him and he opens the box, showing four slices of pepperoni pizza. He puts one on a paper plate I assume he'd gotten along with the pizza and then puts two slices on another plate. He looks at me and smiles lightly before sliding the plate with one slice over to me. I look at the slice of pizza and grimace a bit before taking it reluctantly and heading back to my room. Brian follows me and we both sit on my bed. I still have the bitter feeling in my gut so I refrain from breaking the eerie silence in favor of not snapping at Brian for no reason. 

"It'll be alright Tyler. Craig can take care of himself. Besides, he wouldn't want to be found only to find out you haven't been taking care of yourself." He isn't wrong. I know that. But even looking at that pizza, even smelling it, gives me a sinking feeling in my stomach and makes my throat close up. 

"I don't want to eat this.." I look at Brian and see him watching me, eyes glossy. My mouth gets a rotten taste and I hold my breath as I watch him breathe shakily.

"I know Tyler," He rubs my back and a tear slips down his face. "I know"

Word count- 920

(hnnGGGG that was so upsetting to write :'( anyways yeah we're on to revision #2 if you like this version better I'll keep it if not then I'll bring the old version back just let me know)