Chapter Two

Bryce was on the phone with someone, but he wasn't using his own phone, he was using Liam's. (a/n: smh liam why dont you have a password on ur phone dumbass) Liam was laying down on Bryce's bed. Bryce was tapping his foot quickly, waiting for someone on the other end to pick up.

"Liam?! I thought you were dead! Why weren't you showing up at work? There was a police investigation and everything, and--""I'm.. not Liam," said Bryce."Wha- who are you and why are you on Liam's phone?""Well, it's hard to explain. To put it in short, I'm his, um, friend," saying that felt strange, not only because it felt like they weren't on the best terms at the moment, but also that.. well, it was hard to explain. "And he got.. struck by lightning." Bryce's voice was shaky. He hadn't known Liam for all that long, but he still cared, even if he seemed a little stand-offish. "Wh- how do I know you're telling the truth?" They were, evidently, skeptical of Bryce. "Listen, uh, Owen, I think it was? I'm willing to give you as much proof as I need, but I need to know if you can help." He responded.

"I- Uh, well- I'm-" Owen was stuttering in confusion and panic. "Can you help, or not?" Bryce's more stern side was beginning to show. Owen stuttered a bit, before responding. "Yes, I can help." Owen responded. His voice was beginning to shake as well. He'd known Liam for a long while, since they both started college. Being a telemarketer wasn't the most ideal job, but it paid well, and they'd still be able to hang out together. During ONE, he thought Liam was just dead. I mean, that's what everyone else was saying. That's what the police were saying, but turns out he wasn't. By this point he'd just accepted it, but, even though he may not have wanted to admit it, that phone call was the best thing in his life right now. Liam was still alive! Well, maybe. A lightning strike isn't exactly something that you recover from fast.

Before he knew it, Owen was in his car, still calling Bryce. He scribbled something down on an orange sticky note and stuck it somewhere. He couldn't really tell, he was, at this point, crying. A million things were going through his head right now, but he absentmindedly began driving. He caught himself in his zoned-outedness, and got himself to focus. It would be a long ride, but it would be one he'd be willing to do.

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