The next day, Hoody's not on the bus.

I don't know exactly how that makes me feel, but I'm apparently back to being a bitch.

I text him, he doesn't reply.

I start to get worried.

Just before I arrive at work, I text him one last time.

Hey Hoody. Everything ok?

I sigh as I walk into my building.

Escalators down, meaning I have to walk up the tremendous amount of stairs.

Great.

I'm huffing and puffing by the time I get up those stairs.

Nine flights of stairs will do that to you.

I get out my phone once more, and there's nothing.

So I send just one more:

If you wanna talk or something, text or call. I don't mind.

I put my phone away and get to work.


Oh oh... What's going on here?

Where's Hoody?

*searches around for Hoody*

He not here.

oh well, we'll find him soon.

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