Kyle wasn't entirely sure what was going on. His best friend had him worried out of his damn mind. Though, at part of him kept telling himself that if something had happened then Alex wouldn't of messaged him, he would've just came right over. Right? He wouldn't of waited or gone off to get food.
So, he's doing exactly what he said he'd be doing. Pacing. Everything was fine. He needed to keep telling himself that. His best friend was fine. He was fine, other than his dad being sick, so he had nothing to worry about. Right? Taking a deep breath he's about to sit down when he hears Alex's piece of junk. One of these days he'd have to fix the damn thing, or take his best friend out to get another.
Instead of sitting down, he moves over and opens the door giving Alex a slight smile," Hey, stranger." He takes the bags of lunch from him and moves over setting them in the center of the table.