"Is there a reason you decided to spill your drink all over me," he asks calmly, his eyes forming an even more intense glare as he pats the sticky blotch in his hair.
I open my mouth to reply but no words come out.
"If you wanted to get my attention...
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Sydney
"Youngblood! Say you want me, say you want me, out of your life, and I'm just a dead man callin' tonight! But you need it, yeah you need it, all of this time! Yeah ooh ooh!"
My eyes snap open in alarm, my heart pounding out of my chest as I look around in confusion as to why Youngblood is playing.
I shake my head, grunting in annoyance as I stare at my phone that's busy vibrating on my bedside table.
This is why I should put my phone on do not disturb before I sleep.
Once my phone stops ringing, I plop my head back into my pillow, closing my eyes, trying to drift back into sleep. Whoever's calling can wait until the morning.
"Youngblood! Say you-"
"God damn it!" I curse in frustration, sitting up and snatching my phone off of my bedside table to check the caller ID.
Michael
"What do you want at one in the morning, Michael?" I snap rudely as soon as I answer his call.
There's nothing that gets on my nerves more than being woken up from a nice, deep, peaceful sleep.
"Jesus, woman. Can't you be any ruder?"
"Michael, you know how I am if anyone interrupts my sleep. So speak so I can get back to sleep."
"Don't plan on getting any more sleep right now."
"What? Why not?" I frown, sitting up completely and switching on the little lamp on my bedside table.
"I...uh... I need your help right now. Can you come outside?"
My frown deepens as I stand up and walk over to my window. I push my curtains aside, placing a hand over my eyes so I can see through the darkness outside. Surely enough, I spot Michael standing on my front lawn, holding his phone to his ear and looking up at me.
"Michael, what the fuck do you need help with at one in the morning," I ask, glaring at him from my window.
"Can you come outside so I can speak to you properly, pretty please?" he asks on the other end, motioning with his hand for me to come down.
