Alex didn’t know what to think of Andreas just leaving. It was the right thing to do, wasn’t it? It had to have been. He tried to tell himself that Andreas didn’t want to get hurt. Of course, he was thinking of things from his point of view and not Andreas’. Frank was huge and masculine and scary. He could pack a nasty punch and liked to fight. Andreas was probably just afraid.<br/><br/>But then why hadn’t he come back?? Alex went to work every night, hoping to see the other man, hoping that sexy blonde would show up. Alex was too afraid to text him and ask, though he typed out and deleted the message a hundred times. Every time he thought about that gentle touch at his back he shivered and craved more. He had never crushed so hard in his life and in his free time; he’d lay in bed and day dream about it.<br/><br/>That’s how the next few days passed, school, work and day dreaming. He was thankful that much of his school work was online for word did make it back to daddy dearest about the little makeout session. Punishment was dished out in full and through many tears he agreed he would never speak to that blonde beauty again.<br/><br/>At the time he said it, under heavy duress, he had meant it and maybe even began to believe it. He began to tell himself that it was all a lie anyway, Andreas must have been just chasing tail and Frank scared him away. He crashed into this withdrawn state and no one really bothered to notice. Though at work no one really cared about him to begin with, so why would they notice?<br/><br/>The bartender covering for Frank noticed a headline roll across the screen on the tv behind the bar and he stopped what he was doing to turn up the volume. Gruesome murder right there in their town. Unknown motivation and the victim was yet unnamed, but the Bartender recognized the house the reporter was standing in front of. Slowly all the employees started to gravitate toward the screen as the News unfolded before them.<br/><br/>Some of the girls started weeping, some of the men were cursing. It became clear why Frank had not shown up for work or called in the last few days. Some were too stunned to react. Alex ran home to hide, for he felt awful and happy, which made him feel like some sort of monster for thinking Frank deserved it. It was an extremely confusing set of emotions to contend with. More trouble followed after ditching work like that. ...<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/><br/><br/>Alex had a light black jacket on over a soft pink long sleeved shirt that hugged his lithe form perfectly. The shirt was tucked into a pair a plain black skinny jeans. His hair was tied up in a high pony tail that fluttered in the light breeze. He had to park a ways from the bowling alley, but he didn’t mind. He carried a white bowling bag, which had his bowling ball and shoes and other odds and ends he needed for class. His eyes were a bit puffy as if he either spent too much time crying, or had too much to drink the night before. Perhaps the latter as his step was slow and deliberate and he kept his gaze glued to the sidewalk in front of him. It was clear he didn’t want to be there, but maybe it was still slightly better than at home.