Ch. Thirteen (Part One): When We Helped (Anti POV)
Jack threw open the door, searching around for Anti all throughout his home at this point. He hadn't seen him since the day before, and after he was specifically told to stay in the living room, Jack was livid. Anti, however, remained in the recesses of his mind, wondering if he had been caught.
"Anti, I swear to fuck, if I don't see you on the count of three, you're not coming with me to see Mark!"
"Hey~~ How you doin', buddy?" Anti quickly appeared behind him, Jack jumping a good foot in the air.
"How am I doin'?! Where have you been?! I told you, you had to stay in here!" Jack shouted, Anti only smirking softly.
"I've been 'here' all day, I guess you were just too busy to notice~" he chuckled, arms over his chest.
Jack studied him up and down briefly, stepping back and running a hand through his hair.
"Whatever, I need to get recording now...stay in my line of sight, that's what I meant before, just...don't bug me when I'm recording...just...ugh, when I'm rec