Looking at the clock, he noted that Hiro left exactly 20 minutes ago. So, why hadn't he called? He usually expected a phone call, even if Hiro happened to be pissed at him. Picking up the shared desk phone, he called Hiro's celll phone. Not even going to a ring, it went straight to voice mail. Oh, how peachy. Now he was freaking out. Not in a shaky, jittery way, but, in the sense that Hiro would probably get hypothermia, since he never did anything besides sit around as a kid. Sigh. Taking a sip of water from his cup (Or was it Hiro's? He had no idea), he took a phone book from one of the bottom counterparts of the desk, "Now, Garrson..." He began, picking up the only number by it. Dialing into the phone, it picked up after the second, shrill ring.
"Hello? It's Ben. Can I help?" A sweet voice answered.
"Yeah, has Hiro arrived yet?" Michael questioned, playing with the phone cord.
"Who's to ask?" Ben questioned in retort.
"I'm his room mate." Michael answered with a sigh.
"Oh..." It sounded like he was shuffling his feet. "I'm sorry. No, he hasn't..."
"Okay, thank you~" Michael answered, and hung up. Grabbing his car keys, he went on his way to the teacher's parking lot, whilst observing his hands. They looked slightly worn, from filling out paperwork. Hey, that would be a fun psychology thing to do... Kind of, if it even fit in with the subject. It could, if gone about correctly, right?
Ah well. Getting into his 2007 civic hybrid, he began driving out of the driveway, the way Hiro most likely started walking out. About a third of the way down, he noticed a black cloaked figure, to contrast against the white snow. After parking in the shoulder, he got out and helped him to the passenger seat. Placing him in, he heard Hiro mutter something about being stupid. Oh well, at this point, whatever.
"Whatever. Just warm up, okay?" Closing the door, he grabbed a blanket from the trunk, and opened the other door (where his head faced toward the street), kissed his forehead, and placed the blanket over him. Closing the back door once more, he went up to the front again, opened and closed the door in a few seconds, and went on his way.
"How long was I out there? It felt like forever." Hiro muttered, rubbing his forehead.
"10 minutes at most. Are you alright?"
"Yeah, just a bit cold."
"Well, that only makes sense, considering that it's like, 30 degrees out there."
"We're in Canada, use celcius." Hiro told him, only to figure he would get a look shot back, "Never mind."
"Ben sounded excited to see you," Michael filled him in, almost catching a hint of a smile from Hiro, "Either that, or he's home alone, I'm not sure which."
"Why would he be home alone?" Hiro questioned, looking at the dashboard. The time read 6:40ish... He couldn't read the last number. He best not be home alone..."
"It didn't sound like it. Someone was in the kitchen, and another, I heard game music in the background..."
"...Oh, alright... How much longer until we're there?"
"...Um, I was sort of hoping you could tell me..."
"You didnt' write the address down or anything when you called? Dammit, I can't even sit up... Um... Look for the huge ass mansion, and it's all good. It's on the outside of town... Shouldn't be too far away..."
"And there we are!" Pulling in, after Hiro sent a cutesy wave at the guard, he went the length of the driveway, and pulled into an available spot, "Is this okay?"
"Gah, it's huge," Hiro pointed out.
"Well, yeah." Michael laughed, stepping out. Opening the other door, he took the coat off of Hiro (Who would want to wear a soaking coat, anyway?), and helped him up. "God, don't act like a drunk."
After sticking his tongue out playfully, Hiro waved goodbye, and walked up to the door, and rang the doorbell. What was to be expected? He hadn't an idea.