Micky woke up in the morning to his mother calling his name.

"Micky, phone!"

Micky groaned and rolled out of bed. It was eleven in the morning. He usually never woke up so late, but it took forever to go to sleep after he trudged home last night.

Janelle raised an eyebrow at him as he dragged himself into the hallway. "Rough night?"

"Couldn't sleep," he muttered.

Janelle nodded and handed him the phone. "It's a boy called Ryan?"

Micky didn't recognize the name, but took the phone anyway. Janelle disappeared into the kitchen.

"Hello?" Micky muttered sleepily.

"Hello, Micky."

Micky gasped. It took everything he had in him not to drop the phone.

It was Mike.

When it's national middle child day but you're both the oldest and the middle child so you're just like

tf