"I'm worried about him too, Brendon."
"Have you heard anything from Ryan?"
"No, why?" Spencer asked, putting down his book.
"He's not answering, and I tried calling him a fuckload of times."
"Are you sure he isn't busy, or sleeping, or maybe his phone died?" Spencer asked, his head tilted to one side slightly as if trying to listen better.
"But that's the thing! When I was walking home with him, something was bothering him! Something was really fucking bothering him, but I couldn't find out what! He wouldn't fucking tell me!" Brendon practically yelled, hand going up and tangling itself into his hair in frustration.
"Now I'm worried about him too, Brendon. When was the last time that you saw or spoke to him?"
Glancing at the clock, Brendon replied, "3 hours ago."
"Ah shit! Meet me over there, right now!"