Well, that's easy enough. He texts her back to let her know he's on his way and grabs a hoodie to throw on before he starts to head to Caden's.
He thinks about taking a six-pack from the fridge for them but decides against it; he's pretty sure he's never seen her drink more than one at any party of his that she's shown up to anyway and as much as he'd really love to have a drink right now, they could probably both use what little clarity they might have considering two people they actually give a shit about are missing.
It's easier to get to Caden's place if he goes along the beach, and it's so fucking bizarre to think that once he gets to the house next door, his friend's not going to be there to greet him. It's not like he goes over for like, fucking afternoon tea every day or whatever, but it's just become kind of a thing to be able to look over and wave at Caden during those mornings that they both happen to be up early enough to try to catch a few waves before they have to start the rest of their days. When he reaches the door from the deck, he only knocks once before opening it and poking his head into the house.
"It's me," he calls out, stepping in and shutting the door behind him. "April, you here?"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2014-11-24 07:17 am (UTC)He thinks about taking a six-pack from the fridge for them but decides against it; he's pretty sure he's never seen her drink more than one at any party of his that she's shown up to anyway and as much as he'd really love to have a drink right now, they could probably both use what little clarity they might have considering two people they actually give a shit about are missing.
It's easier to get to Caden's place if he goes along the beach, and it's so fucking bizarre to think that once he gets to the house next door, his friend's not going to be there to greet him. It's not like he goes over for like, fucking afternoon tea every day or whatever, but it's just become kind of a thing to be able to look over and wave at Caden during those mornings that they both happen to be up early enough to try to catch a few waves before they have to start the rest of their days. When he reaches the door from the deck, he only knocks once before opening it and poking his head into the house.
"It's me," he calls out, stepping in and shutting the door behind him. "April, you here?"