Michael's POV
I lay there in my bed by myself, throwing a ball up and down. I sighed. I was bored out of my mind!

Maybe I could listen to some Marley... make another sweatshirt... play video games... wait, video games!

I rushed as quick as I could to my desk and retrieved my phone, dialing an all too familiar number. The ringtone went off a couple of times before I heard a voice pick up.

"Hello?"

"Jeremy, my buddy! How's it hangin'?Can I come over? I wanna play Apocalypse of the Damned!"

I could hear slight hesitation on the other side of the phone before he replied:

"S-sure thing, Michael. B-but- ah... can you wait like- mmm~ 10 minutes?"

Huh? What was going on? Why was he stuttering? And what are the noises?

"Uh... sure! See ya then!"

"Sweet! Ahhhhh~ uh, my dads calling me... bye!"

He hung up. O...k? Jeremy never hangs up... whatever.

I packed my headphones, wallet (to buy some sev elev on the way), and phone up in my backpack which still had the letters "riend" on it from a while ago, (I never felt the need to wash it off) and left for Jeremy's house.