~Sean

       "Mark?" I shouted down the deserted hallway, having lost sight of him after he tightly rounded a corner and disappeared from view. A few seconds later, Bob came jogging up behind me, panting slightly. "You know what's up with Mark?" I turned back to face him. "Nope." Bob admitted, concern for his friend shining in his friendly hazel eyes. "I got an idea." Bob announced, then darted off farther down the hall. I muttered a few curse words under my breath before chasing after him, nearly running into his back as he came at a sudden halt. "This is the library. He usually finds an empty corner to sit and stays there for a while. It varies, depending on what's wrong. Once, he evaded me for a whole day." Bob recalled, a grimace on his face. "Mark?" I called out, a little softer since I was in a library. No reply. "We should split up." Bob suggested. I nodded in agreement, the walked to the left as he walked to the right. There were shelves upon shelves of books, but no sign of Mark. "Mark I'm sorry!" I apologized. I wasn't sure what I did wrong, but I wanted to fix it. He was one of the nicest people I've ever met. After about an hour of searching, I was becoming frantic and hopeless. Eventually, I sank down to the floor in defeat, wondering what I did to make Mark leave. "I fucked up...real bad. I want to fix it, but I'm not sure how." I sighed sadly as I banged the back of my head against the shelf I was leaning against. From behind me, I could've swore I felt something bang back at the same time as me. Quietly, I parted a few books aside and saw Mark leaning on the other side of the shelf. I quickly raced over to him and knelt down by him. He had his knees tucked into his chest and his face buried in his knees. "Go away." He said, his words mostly muffled by his knees. "Did you say stay? Okay." I teased with a little laugh as I sat down by him, my read resting on a couple of books. "Can't you tell that I want to be left alone?" Mark growled. "Oh I can, it's just that I'm stubborn. I smirked. "C'mon, let me see that beautiful face of yours." I begged as I lightly tapped his arm. "Don't you get it?!? I don't want to talk to you! I hate you!" He snapped as his head shot up. His eyes glared at me, his usually humor sparked eyes burning with rage.  My mind flashed back to the fight I had with my mother and my feet shuffling across the grass as I left my home. Apparently I wasn't wanted at this home either. Without another word, I silently stood up, turned away quickly so Mark wouldn't see the tears welling up in my eyes, then walked away, my hands shoved deep in my pockets. "Sean wait..." Mark pleaded in exasperation. I ignored him, although it broke my heart further, as I walked out of the library without being seen by Bob and out of the university.

~Mark

       I ran as fast as I could down the hallway, my footsteps echoing loudly in the large corridor as I made a sharp turn to the right, then another to the left, and darted into the library, the one place I liked to be alone in. First of all, it was huge and second of all, I loved books, so I could never get bored here. I moved from row to row as Bob and Sean searched each one, occasionally calling my name like I was a lost dog. Once I thought it was safe, I collapsed against a shelf towards the back of the library, pulled my knees close to my chest, and buried my face in between my knees. A few seconds later, I could hear the scuffing of feet approach me, then go silent. I could tell by the shoes that it was Sean. "Go away." I ordered wearily. "Did you say stay? Okay." Jack plopped down next to me. "Can't you tell that I want to be left alone?" I grumbled as I buried my face deeper in between my knees. I hated my emotions. Part of me wanted to hate Sean, but there was also a part that wanted me to hug him and never let him go. The angry part of me won. As soon as Sean touched me, I snapped. "Don't you get it?!? I don't want to talk to you! I hate you!" I screamed in his face as I raised my head up to glare at him. He blinked back in shock, then calmly stood up and began walking away, his hands dived into his jean pockets. "Sean wait..." I sighed in exasperation. I didn't mean it. The real problem was that I meant the exact opposite, but I was scared and angry at him. Scared because I never had a relationship that lasted more than three months and angry because he wasn't like me. He didn't like me in the same way I liked him. I watched Sean fade away from view as he walked out of the library and possibly out of my life forever. I took a deep breath, then got up off of the floor, found Bob, and explained what happened. "Wow, you're a douchebag." He insulted. "no offense." He added quickly. "Thanks for the advice." I snarled sarcastically, not in a great mood. "I'm sure he'll be fine." Bob tried to assure me. "It's February and I doubt he grabbed anything from his dorm." I groaned, feeling more guilty by the minute. It was well past midnight and Sean was wandering around outside with nothing but the clothes on his back. "He hasn't even been to America before!" I realized. "We gotta find him fast." I decided as I rushed out of the library and back to my dorm so I could grab my phone and call 911. "Hello-" "Hi yeah, listen, one of my friends from Ireland is missing and U don't know where to find him." I said in a frantic tone while speaking quickly. The operator went silent for a moment, then hung up. "Damn it!" I cursed as I kicked the wall, then regretted it slightly as pain shot up my foot. "Dude chill." Bob took his phone and calmly called 911, explaining the problem a lot better than I did. "We'll file a missing person report in the morning." The operator said at last, then hung up. "Thanks." I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding in. "No problem, but you should get some sleep. We have classes at like seven in the morning and it's already-" he paused to check the time. "Twelve-twenty three." Bob rolled over on his bed and within a few minutes was lightly snoring soundly. I dumped all of the stuff pile on my bed onto the floor, then laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling, counting each crack as a reason why I cared about Sean. I reached about one hundred before I finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep.