Tracker flew keys into the his trey by the door and walks past Sean's room banging on it "Hey Seanny, get up" he calls
"Fuck off" Sean snaps back
Tracker raized an eyebrow and turns back to the trey and puts his keys up
Going by the door he put a straight tiny pole from his pocket knife and unlocked the door "Watcha say to me?"
"You heard" Sean snaps back being right where Tracker thought he would be, on the bed looking like hell ran over him and head phones blaring
"You look like a girl" Tracker laughed at him and Sean got up and chased him into the living room, Tracker ran around the couch smiling like an idiot and Sean gave up shaking his head
"You're a fag" Sean says
"Oh yeah?" Tracker calls to Sean who was going back into his room "Your girl friend doesn't think so" he taunts.
Sean snaps around "What?" he asks and Tracker had to run away again, Sean was pretty damn strong as they wrestled and struggled with another but Tracker finally tripped him so he landed onto the couch
"Sit boy" Tracker jokes and paced back and forth
Sean hated Trackers teasing, nah…more like playing. He loved seeing people burn with knowing.
"Okay, so Miss.Emma is in the hospital" Tracker had to push Sean back down "She's not allowed any visitors" he confirms
"I need to see her, what happened?" Sean panicked "Is she okay?"
"Chill Sean, she's good…she had a eating disorder" Tracker saw the way Sean's face crushed, he had no clue…did he? To wrapped up in her love.
"I-I need to see her Tracker…" Sean sadly admits "I really need to…"
Tracker sadly nods "I'm sorry buddy"
(NIGHT)
Emma wore the hospital green pants and white tank going around the room.
They stuck tubes in her to eat this morning and she didn't like that, so she finally ate half a sandwich.
It still wasn't right though.
