Hi guys! So it's like midnight so I might not update So Close, So Far tonight, but I'm not all that tired so we'll see how I feel after this. I got the idea to write Maya/Owen's reaction to finding out Tristan left from tomfeltonlover1991 so, thank ya darling. 3 They're the person who convinced me to keep writing this, soooo. R&R everyone!


(OWEN)

I sat on the living room couch next to my brother's friend, Maya. The only time I'd really talked to her was when her chicken cutlet boob fell out and I made fun of her, and when Tristan went missing before the play. So, it was kind of awkward sitting here alone with her. She was nice and all, but still...awkward.

Tristan had ran away. Well, I had to assume that. He left in such a rush saying he was going over to a friend's...I think he said Maya's but I was so drunk he could've told me straight up that he was running away and I probably wouldn't have remembered. But when I figured out that Tristan wasn't coming back, I called Maya. And she had no fucking idea where Tristan was. Great.

So now we sat, waiting for some kind of damn message or something.

"Do you have any idea why?" Maya said, in her mousey voice. I felt bad for the girl. She dated the rookie, Cam, the one who killed himself. But from what I heard, she was totally weird after he died...Like, she was emotionless. I wouldn't believe that now, because Maya was an emotional wreck. She'd come over crying, and I had to comfort her. Then she was basically having a damn panic attack, and I had to comfort her. I care about my brother more than anyone, but come on... At least try to act normal.

"No, I don't know why the hell he would do this." I replied, coldly. Honestly, I'm not that mean. I was just pissed at Tristan and Maya was being annoying.

"Was he getting bullied? You have to know something, you lived with him!"

Lived. That past tense kind of stung. As if Tristan no longer lived in the house we were in. Ever.

"I don't fucking know. He can take care of himself. I've tried to help him and point him in the right direction and he...he didn't listen." I was not about to choke up. I was not going to cry in front of a 14 year old girl. Nope.

But, a tear escaped my eye. Luckily, I don't think Maya noticed. Or did she? She didn't say a word, so I hoped for the best.

"Hey, how long are you allowed to stay? I don't think your parents would be too keen on letting you stay the night with an 18 year old. Even if its just platonic and your friend ran away..."

"Uh, I dunno." Maya said, absentmindedly tapping away on her phone. Who the hell was she texting?

"Do you want water?"

This was just awkward as could be. I needed something to distract myself. Maybe being alone for a minute will help me pull myself together.

"Sure."

As soon as I reached the kitchen, Maya's phone rang, and I heard her gasp.

I filled the cup with ice, then heard Maya scream Tristan's name and dropped the glass cup on the floor, letting it shatter. I'd have to clean it up later, but oh well.

I only got Maya's side of the conversation, which was almost unintelligible since she was so damn emotional, but I did hear 'New York' and a rush of relief came over me. I leaned in close and heard him tell Maya to be quiet so nobody would hear, so I grabbed the phone. Maya struggled a bit, because she obviously wanted to protect Tristan's location or something. Not like she was fucking yelling...

I told Tristan that I was coming to get him, and he protested. Typical, but before I could argue much more, the line was cut dead.

"So...what are you gonna do?" Maya said, wiping tears from her eyes. God, why was she crying again? She knew Tristan for like a few months, and he's safe. It'd be different if he died or something... Chill out, girl. But still, I gave her a sympathy hug. I knew I had to.

"I'm gonna go to New York, obviously. What other choice do I have?" I said, like it was the most obvious answer in the world and she was a total idiot for not knowing it. Well, part of that was true, but she was actually a pretty smart girl for her age. She wasn't slutty or trying to be dumb for attention.

"But, he doesn't want you to go."

"I don't give a damn if he doesn't want me to go. I need to save my little brother. I need to bring him home and make sure he's okay. He's in god damn NEW YORK CITY, for fucks sake. I need to get him out of there before he gets mugged or raped or..." I choked a bit on the last word, "killed."

She gasped, knowing it was a possibility. I took a wild guess that she thought New York was a clean, nice city kind of like Toronto, but with a big green statue and some big buildings. No, its dangerous.

"So, um, are you going alone?"

Was she really asking me to take her? I'm not going to be responsible for the welfare of a decent looking blonde 14 year old girl in a big city full of creeps. No. Even if her parents said yes, I'd say a big no. I don't need to lose two kids in a week.

"Yeah, I'm going alone. And...I'm going...looks like, tomorrow afternoon! Earliest flight."

She bit her lip. It was weird seeing Maya do that, since usually it's a turn on when a girl bit her lip, but...no.

"Alright, well...I should probably go. Maybe I can call Tris and get him to talk to me and I'll convince him to call you..."

I just nodded and showed her the door. Honestly, now I was too distracted to be polite...or, you know...decent, to her. I was thinking of what I was going to say to my little brother when I got to New York and found him, which I knew would be a challenge in itself.

I went to bed, disregarding the fact that it wasn't even dinner time, and double disregarding the fact that I was missing Hockey that night. I'd make up a bogus excuse...Or I could just be honest and say my brother ran away.

Either way, I was sleeping, and not going. I sent Tristan a text before bed, telling him that I just want to come get him for his safety and welfare and that I was willing to talk to him about anything...I felt my phone buzz but I was being lulled to sleep by pure stress and tiredness, so whether Tristan called or texted, I missed it.

Just like I miss him.

But, he's safe. My brother is safe in New York.

Lets hope it stays that way...