This is the day you have to ask him. You're finally going to bring up the things you're suspicious of. You aren't sure it'll go well, you aren't sure about anything, really. But, you have to know. You hope it isn't too bad, and you're making it bigger than it has to be.

Dave came back into your room with a cup of tea. This was a new thing he specifically wanted. You don't understand why he hadn't just got some for himself. He seemed cautious around the topic of tea, whatever the reason may be.

"You better not spill that," you warn him.

"Well, don't distract me, and I won't."

Dave put the cup of hot liquid on the bedside table. He crawled into bed beside you and let the tea cool down. You look at his hair, seeing the mess it was in.

"Are you going to cut your hair again?" You ask him. He reaches back to feel the length of it. He shrugs, not giving a clear answer. "If you continue to grow it out, your brown hair will show."

"What are ya talkin' 'bout? I'm a proud natural blonde!" Dave defends his hair colour. You can clearly see that it's dyed, and the brown is showing. It's definitely not a bad thing, you don't know why he covers it up. But, it's his hair. He can do what he wants.

"Sorry, sorry. Either way, it looks good on you."

Dave turns back to his tea, grabbing the cup. He puts it back down quickly. "Yep, still hot."

"Are you referring to yourself, or the tea?" You joke. Dave turns to you, not understanding the joke.

When he does understand it, he smiles. "I was referrin' to me, duh."

You both sit in silence for a minute. It's a comfortable silence though, not awkward. There's just nothing much to say. Well, there is. You need to bring it up now. It needs to be done. So, you can both move on without it on your mind. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course ya can, darlin'."

"What's with the British accent? Wait- sorry, that sounded rude-"

"Don't ask about that. Ever."

You stare at Dave, shocked by his words. His tone of voice was cold. It reminded you of when he was replying to the joke about the police. "I'm sorry."

Dave nodded, acknowledging your words. He returned his focus to his tea, watching the steam rise from it.

You can't just sit here, and be clueless. You need to know why Dave is hiding everything away. You thought about the strange jars. Maybe Dave will be more open to talking about that. "What were those jars in your suitcase full of?"

Dave slammed the cup of tea down onto the bedside table. It made you jump from the loud sound.

"You fockin' looked in my suitcase?!" He shouted, turning back to you. There's the British accent once again.

"Yes? I just put your clothes back in."

"Goddammit, (Y/N)!" Dave jumps off your bed, heading to the bedroom door. You follow him, confused. What is his issue?

"Where are you going?" You ask. He turns back to you, sliding his jacket on.

"I'm going out."

"What? Why?" You tried to wrap your mind around this situation, but you couldn't. What is he so angry about? Were those jars an off-limit topic as well? 

"Because you can't mind your own fucking business!" Dave yells at you. You aren't going to let him yell at you.

"What is so significant about these things? If you just answered, it wouldn't be a big deal! What are you trying to hide?!" You reply, getting angry.

"You don't know what-" Dave cut himself off, inhaling deeply. "Y'know what? I don't need any of this. I'm leaving."

"Dave, come on! I'm sorry for asking questions."

Dave opened the front door, not caring about your apology. "I'll be back."

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It's been a few days since you last saw Dave. You miss him. A lot. You haven't been able to sleep well enough, so you were slacking off at work. But, thankfully Mr. Guy understood why and tried to help you.

You can't help but blame yourself. You were the last one he talked to before running off, right? You had to be the reason.

You wanted to make sure he was okay. Talking to him seemed out of the question, but you know where he usually is. He's either at his friend's house or yours, and you know he isn't at yours. Well, he better not be.

So, you were going to check. You remember Dave telling you not to interact with them, but he isn't here to tell you not to. Why not try, at least?

You walked through the Walmart parking lot, bus in sight. You came here right after work, so the parking lot still had a few vehicles. But that didn't matter to you. The only thing on your mind was making sure Dave's okay.

You knock on the door and see the man you know as Vincent look through the window, pulling back the curtain. He looked almost nervous, though you can't understand why. His face changed when he saw it was you. He left the window and came to the door, opening it.

You had met Vincent a couple of times through Dave, but you hadn't talked to him all that much. It had been more of a greeting, and then one of us was gone kind of talking. You considered him trustable, though.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?" He asked you when he opened the door.

"Has Dave been doing okay? He isn't coming to work, and I'm pretty sure it's my fault," You state. Vincent looked confused before realizing something.

"He isn't with you? I thought that's where he ran off to!" Vincent explained. That's not good.

You don't understand where Dave went to. He wouldn't have just run away, right? "What?! No, no, he left my house, and he came here, right?"

"Maybe? He was in a terrible mood. He was awake the entire night before I told him to quiet down. Then, he left! Out of nowhere! He packed his stuff up, and walked out."

"Oh... well, thank you, Vincent. I'll tell you if I see him, I promise," You tell him.

He looked at you sympathetically, understanding what you felt. "Call us anytime, (Y/N). If you need anything, Scotty and I are here."

You smile and thank him, before turning around. You hear the bus door close behind you. You knew this was your fault. You angered him, and then he ran away.

You just have to keep hope that he'll be back. Like he said he would be.

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Hi, so this could be the end. It depends on what you guys want. Do you want this book to continue, or should I just leave it here? I am completely fine with either, and I'm indecisive. I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday. I started crying because of how the "fight" was supposed to go. I think I got a little too emotionally attached to Dave, help. Thank you all so much for everything. You make me so happy, and I'm glad you found this trash. You make my day every time you interact with it. Thank you so much, and have a good day/night!