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I finally finished chapter five!! I'm so lazy guys, I'm moving again 😭 May or may not go to Job Corp soon though, so that's exciting XD!!

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“Are ye followin’ me?” He asked jokingly, but the frown he wore was genuine. It was bad enough he barely knew shit about this world, he didn't need to be followed and observed. Especially if he was going to be getting reckless like how he'd been in the garden with his magic. Nobody could see that.

Jon chuckled lightly, continuing to walk as he looked at David in amusement.

“Maybe, maybe not.” He said, shrugging so casually as if David shouldn't be concerned about it.

Moo: Is he okay?

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Hello everyone and welcome back to Sirenade. Thank you to all for being so patient with me. I’ve had a fun and rough few months but I’m excited to return to writing and my normal chaotic routine. Okay not that excited but I am excited and sad to let you guys know that Sirenade will be completed any...by the end of 2020? Which seems kind of far but let’s be honest time doesn’t work that way. I don’t know an exact date however, I do know that like all things we will reach the end. With that note I want to know from you guys which of the ideas I have should I start writing. I want to make a poll so be on the lookout for that in the next few chapters. I’m glad to be back. Anyways as always end this week’s chapter and Stay Tuned! For next week!

P.S. Merry Late Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Valentines Day, Happy Presidents Day and to all the other dates I missed! Also Happy Holidays/free day to those who don’t celebrate some or any of these days.

Start: Prologue

Previous: Chapter 21

Next: 3/8/2020

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Chapter 22

Sunlight flooded his room. The light blue color shimmered as the rays bounced around his room. His head pounded as he found it difficult to sit up without falling back into the warm comfortable mattress. His bed shifted as he was finally able to keep himself up, the bed continued to shift even after he stopped moving. He turned his attention to the thin figure that laid in the sheets, his body froze in shock when he saw not a friend in his bed, but a stranger one that he knew nothing about. His brain felt sick, disgusted with itself as it rattled his brain. He needed fresh air; without a second thought or care about the person in his bed he walked towards his front door. Before he could even think about where to wonder, a white envelope flew down from the door. He hesitated to pick it up thinking maybe it was another letter from work, but the handwriting on the paper secured his panic. He slowly walked back to his bedroom, grabbing the letter opener, and carefully exposing the letter hidden away. The letter was from...

Marcel.

At first, he thought the letter was a prank that accidentally ended up at his door. Then again Marcel didn’t usually make mistakes, maybe the letter wasn’t meant for him. That’s not right either the letter is addressed specifically to him. He read it over and over again wanting to decipher the meaning, but the letter had made it very clear to him. He needed to apologize to Marcel before it was too late and he lost his best friend. Without wasting any more time he grabbed his coat, which knocked over a pile of papers. Not bothering to pick them up he waltzed out of his home leaving an awake stranger calling his name and scattered papers of drawings and data.

Every step he took was full of guilt. The clicking of his shoes making contact with the sidewalk sounded like it was the loudest echo. Bouncing off the walls of the town and being heard by all that was around him. His mind was racing and swirling with emotions.

Where would he find Marcel?

What would he say to him?

What was he feeling?

He thought of a few places Marcel could be right now but knowing how the man kept to himself most of the time it’d be difficult to pin exactly where. Marcel never showed him where he lived so he could only rely on the location he always found the taller male. The first place that popped into his head was Panda’s Brewery; a classic place Marcel felt comfortable.

His pace grew fast as he saw a glimpse of the establishment, his heart beating much faster than his steps, and his mind racing trying to formulate a sentence on what he should say to his friend. Should he apologize first? Maybe say something he’d been wanting say since-

He didn’t realize he’d come into the restaurant until the cool air conditioning rushed past him. The brewery was mostly empty considering it was a Sunday morning. Only an elderly couple sat at one of the booths looking up as he walked into the establishment. Even though he’d barely walked 3 blocks he was out of breath. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Lui’s worried look from one of the tables he was cleaning. “Scotty? Is everything okay?”

“I...I don’t know-”

“Scotty.” Scotty turned his head towards the large restaurant owner. He didn’t know why he suddenly felt so different when he locked eyes with Anthony. His glare made Scotty feel smaller, weaker, and almost helpless. “My office. Now.”

Anthony walked away from the counter towards his office, waiting for Scotty to follow him. “Scotty, what’s going on? Panda’s been in a bad mood ever since late last night after you left with that chick.”

“I can’t- I’ll explain it later Lui. Right now… I don’t even know what I got himself into.”

Each step felt like he was inching closer to death’s row. None of the steps were firm enough to even make a sound. He was sure that if he’d turned to see Lui’s face it’d be plastered with concern and confusion. Finally reaching Anthony’s office door he turned the faded gold knob and opened the door. Not making eye contact with Panda he closed the door and remained still as Anthony burned holes into his soul. “What. Did. You. Do?

“I don’t know-”

“Don’t lie. Marcel never misses his shift. Not one day since he got here. And the day you-. He’s gone.”

“He’s not. He-”

“They all went to look for him. He’s not home Scotty. He’s gone. And I want to know why?”

“He left me a letter. At first, I thought it was a joke, but Marcel never plays like that.” Scotty offered the letter to the owner who practically snatched the paper. His eyes skimmed the sentences that flooded the paper. Saying nothing until the last word was read. He returned the paper to Scotty still not uttering a single word before looking up at him with something in his eyes he couldn’t describe. It was gone as soon as the emotion was there sitting in his cold brown eyes.

“Find him and bring him back. He only wants to be sought by you, found by you. Do you understand?” Scotty quickly nodded carefully and quickly opening the door. “And Scotty?”

He turned back to his friend who still stared into his soul. “Tell him the truth. He’s already lost so much.”

Confused Scotty nodded again, rushing out of the restaurant in search of Marcel.

Delirious house; nothing.

The beach; nothing.

Tyler’s clinic; nothing.

Brian’s repair shop; nothing.

It felt like the world was no longer functioning properly without knowing that Marcel was okay. It felt strange, foreign almost when the wave of emotions rose from the hidden corner. He didn’t understand why it was all coming out now when it had so much time to present itself. With a small sliver of hope, he went to the last place Marcel would ever set foot into; Tyler and John’s apartment complex. Now it’s not like he knew Marcel didn’t like their friends on the contrary. Marcel loved his friends he was just never comfortable staying in places that weren’t home overnight.

With a heavyweight on his hand, he knocked on the wooden door. To his surprise Craig answered the door, he was even more surprised when Craig was wearing clothing that definitely wasn’t his size. “Craig? What are you-”

“Don’t worry about it. We’re still trying to figure it out ourselves. Was there something you needed?”

“Marcel. I can’t- I can’t find him. He-he left me a letter at my door.” Just as Panda had done Craig read the handwriting letter. He looked up at Scotty with much more emotion than Anthony did. “What do I do?”

“Give him time. It’s the best thing to do right now. He could be anywhere considering how secretive he was even with me.”

“Do you know why he did this?”

Craig sighed looking around making sure no one was listening. “We saw you yesterday with some girl and it seemed to upset him.”

“But why would he be upset about it? We’ve both had girls come up to us and flirt so why was this time different?”

“Because it didn’t seem like you rejected this girl… You kissed her Scott. And Marcel saw everything.”

Scotty had to process his thoughts for a minute, what Craig had said didn’t make any sense. He would’ve clearly remembered kissing someone that night, but running through his memory over and over again proved he had no idea what Craig was talking about.

“No, I didn’t I would’ve remembered. I know I was drinking that night, but I had barely ordered another beer when we started talking. I don’t remember anything from last night in all honesty.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense. I’ll help you find Marcel but it’s going to take a lot of convincing to bring him back if I find him.”