Hunted?! Today/Tonight?! (If you're in the USA and on Youtube) It's more likely that you thought! AH I'm so pumped!

Buuuut anyways :))))


Jay could tell how hard Cole was holding back from searching through any more of Jay's belongings, even after the 'trust' debacle. However, several minutes later and Cole was out the door, mumbling inaudible words to himself while Jay watched him leave from the door.

As soon as his friend was out of sight, Jay sped towards his room, shut the door, and dove for a stool to hoist him up high and snatch the sketchbook from the top of his shelf. He held the flimsy book in his hands and crashed into his bed.

This was it.

He would finally read everything that was inside the so sketchbook that Cole had banned him from snooping through.

He would finally find out what it was that Cole was keeping to himself.

He would finally put his curious thoughts to rest.

Although deep down he knew it was wrong, that didn't stop Jay from opening the sketchbook to where he left off.

Then, he started to read.

There were multiple drawings of small chibi faces, each one expressing a different feeling. Another page in, Jay found a picture that looked strangely familiar. It was a sketch of his favorite plush toy: Mr. Cuddlywumps. His parents had bought Mr. Cuddlywumps for him on his fifth birthday. Still, since that day, Jay made sure to always have him by his side when he slept as a sense of comfort.

A couple pages later and Jay came across something insanely cool.

It was like a journal, documenting a certain week - the week he and Cole went to the carnival - but instead of words and entries, there were clumps of drawings here and there with little labels on the side.

There was a drawing of the prize Jay won for Cole…

"You sure you wanna do this?" Cole asked him, leaning against the booth.

Jay smacked his lips, picking up one of the metallic rings and aiming it for a bottle. "Do you want the prize?"

"I don't have to have it…" He answered. Jay raised his scarred brow, knowing that there was a 'but' in that sentence. Huffing, Cole pointed to the penguin sitting at the back of the booth. "But would you really say no to that?"

Seeing how Cole wanted that penguin badly, Jay made his first throw, and out of chance, landed the ring over a bottle perfectly.

"Only 9 more to go!" Jay told Cole, picking up another ring and getting ready to let go.

A drawing of the ice cream stand they found…

"The map says to turn right… but I don't see anything." Cole looked to and fro from the map to the empty dock before him.

"Gimme that!" Jay growled and tore the map from his friend's hand, looking at it from all sorts of angles. "This is stupid! Maybe we took a wrong turn ages ago and messed the whole thing up! Some treasure map this was… why did we even want to play the game? Ugh!"

Cole rolled his eyes as Jay continued to complain, stomping back and forth with his hands clenched. He took the map back from Jay and started to retrace their steps that led them here.

"Jay!" He called, noticing something off. His friend stopped marching and ran to Cole's side, looking over his shoulder at the map. "I think I know what we did wrong… it's over there!"

A drawing of the bumper cars-

As soon as the gate opened, Jay ran inside the rink, hopping into an orange car. Across from him, Cole hopped into a blue car, hands on the wheel and a devious smirk.

Suddenly, there was a loud honk and all the cars began to drive around, bumping into one another.

Jay specifically eyed Cole during the first round and he drove his car towards the blue one, slamming into it.

Cole grunted and regained his composure before breaking on the pedal and speeding back at Jay.

The orange car swiveled and quickly dodged Cole's attack. Jay laughed wildly, grinning. "Why did you want to do this again?" Cole drawled.

"Bumper cars are fun!" Jay tightened his hands around the wheel. "Plus, I can't have you beating me at everything, can I?"

- the pier and the photo booth.

"Okay, I'm assuming you have five dollars somewhere, yes?" Cole fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat, thumbing through his pockets. A smile inched its way across his face when he felt something and he pulled his hand out, waving the bill in front of him. It was twenty dollars. Cole sighed. "Cause I definitely do not."

While Cole was struggling to find five dollars exact, Jay had fished out his wallet and pulled a single five dollar bill out, handing it to Cole.

Before sliding the bill into the machine, Cole fixed his penguin prize in the middle, sitting on each of their thighs.

"Okay," He started, feeding the five dollars into the cash acceptor…

The fond memories he shared with Cole those days caused a growing smile to creep up his face. Seeing as Cole recorded these memories in particular made Jay's heart clench. If this was what Cole was trying to hide… then why hide it? It wasn't so bad, in fact, in made Jay happier than ever.

He flipped to the next page and suddenly those happy thoughts were gone, replaced with a mix of jealousy, frustration, and a horrible aching.

Anatomy sketches, all over the page. Jay knew how much Cole hated anatomy and how difficult it was for him with real people, but even his sketches seemed professional. It was like Cole didn't even try and still somehow managed to make them look straight out of a book.

A light went off in his head and he rushed to his paper filled desk, searching for his own sketchbook and pencil.

What if he tried to copy Cole's doodles?


"Should I trust him, Cole?" Climbing out of his car, he started to the house door. "He's your friend, why wouldn't you? … But you know he's hiding something, heck, he probably even has it." Cole stopped in front of the door, taking a deep breath.

"What will he think of you then when he finds out?" Cole visibly shivered. The last thing he wanted was for Jay to reject him completely. He rather keep Jay as a friend than let him go. And that was what feared Cole the most.

His hand slid down his leg, feeling for the keys inside his bag - when he realized he didn't have his bag on him.

"Aw, stupid!" Cole yelled, running back to the car and peering through the windows for any shape that ought to look like his bag. "Oh… no…" He muttered, recalling the last place he saw it-

The bookstore.

"Gosh, you just can't think straight today, huh, can you, Cole?" He spoke bitterly to himself, checking his watch. At this hour, the bookstore was already closed and Cole had no way of getting inside.

A laugh.

"Do you always talk to yourself this much?"

Cole spun around sharply on his heels, coming face to face with his manager.

"I don't talk to myself that much. I mean, sometimes, but not that much. I mean, it's only when I just kind of…" Cole gave up, letting his body slump forward. "Okay, what are you doing here, Rumi?"

"You can't get inside if you don't have these, amiright?" She sauntered over to Cole's door, pulling out his missing bag, and then his house keys. "Unless you want to stay out here for the rest of the night… Mind if I come inside?"

Relieved, Cole accepted the keys from Harumi and opened the door, holding it open for her.

"Help yourself."

"I've never been inside your house before," Rumi started, kicking her shoes to the side. "It's small, but cozy. I like it."

Cole mustered a smile, fetching a couple glasses from the kitchen cupboards. "Drink?"

"Whatever floats your boat." Rumi squatted down in front of the television, taking in all the game consoles that decorated the table. "And I mean water, of course."

"You've got quite a lot of video games," she awed, picking a couple of them up at a time and reading the back of their cases. "Didn't know you were a gamer kind of person."

"Hah, funny you mention that actually," Cole said, coming out of the kitchen holding one glass in each hand. "They're actually mostly Jay's. He doesn't have enough room in his trailer, so, likely choice, he asked me to hold them for him."

Harumi plucked the glass from the coffee table and took a sip from the water, sitting cross legged on the floor.

"Speaking of Jay, how did your visit go?" She leaned closer, a sky smirk gracing her features. "Did you tell him?"

"No!" Cole shouted abruptly, jolting upright. Rumi drew back, alarmed. "Sorry, I, I didn't mean for it to come out that way. Er, no… I don't know if I ever will."

"What's got you so nervous anyways? You've been friends for almost four years exact, I'm sure whatever happens, that won't change the fact that you two are still best friends."

"Boy, you really don't know Jay as well as I do," Cole chuckled with a shake of his head.

Rumi twirled her glass around, watching the water make ripples. She grimaced. "You're right. I don't. After all, who would know him better? A gal who knows him through one of her best employees, or his best friend?"

Cole grinned. "He's… he's like a flower."

"A flower?"

"Beautiful, delicate, hah, colorful." A smile tickled it's way up Cole's face at the thought of him. "He loves the sunshine. Anytime we go outside in the sun he just gets so happy - it's like he's filled with this limitless amount of energy. Like a plant that uses its outer beauty to fool others, he can be a real meanie. Hah, he can get real up in your face if you do one thing to tick him off."

Cole was blushing now.

"But, too much of one thing, and a plant becomes damaged. And Jay, he overthinks things. A lot. He lets the little things get to him. Not to mention that he's already jealous of me."

Rumi frowned. "Jealous of you?"

Cole's eyes flickered to the carpet and he held his tongue, not wanting to say anymore. "He has my sketchbook - or at least, I'm pretty sure he does."

Rumi scrambled to her feet. "He has your sketchbook?" Being someone other than Jay, Cole was able to share with Rumi what was inside his sketchbook and why he was so strict on Jay about it.

"He told me to trust him, and I said I did. He told me he didn't have it, so all I could do was just leave." Cole collapsed back onto the sofa, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's all south from here on out."

"Well, what are you gonna do when he finds out?"

"Tell him myself? Admit it? Live with it. I guess…

I can't run from it anymore."


Many, many, pages later of attempting to copy Cole's sketches, Jay gave up and tossed his entire sketchbook onto the floor, slumping in his chair.

"There's gotta be at least one thing out there that you feel you're a pro at drawing."

Cole's words ran through his head constantly, never seeming to go away.

Just maybe, he should try to listen to Cole about that.

Everyone had something they felt comfortable drawing. For Cole, it appeared to be flowers.

Jay picked up his pencil once more and pulled out a fresh piece of printer paper, tapping his pencil against his desk.

And for Jay… he would draw a ladybug again.

However, all this struggling to be as great as an artist as Cole had been distracting him from what he was really trying to do. Cole's sketchbook was closed and set off to the side and had gone untouched for a several minutes.

There was just too much on his mind at once.

"You know…" Jay started, picking up the sketchbook and opening it to where he left off. "Drawing can wait. But Cole's secrets can't."

Page after page he flipped, desperate to find anything that could be considered a secret.

All he got were drawings after drawings. But Jay eventually came to ignore each drawing, his mind set on looking for the words that read secret.

Seeing that it was almost midnight already, Jay was about to call it a night and give up, ready to continue tomorrow… that was until he got a better idea.

Cautiously, he picked up the book and held it above his floor, and shook.

He shook the book with everything he had, hoping a page or something, anything, would fall out onto the floor.

And to his surprise, something did.

"Yes!" He cheered, aware that his parents were probably fast asleep at this hour. "Oh, hoh, I gotcha now, Cole!"

He got down on his knees and reached for the folded up paper, grinning mischievously.

"Just wait till I bust him in the bookstore tomorrow!"

Jay started to unfold it.

"Hah! Cole's going to be so- uh…"

I'm in love with Jay.