Rain Check (A Pentatonix Fic)

Where are we going?

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Scott groaned as the sharp noise of his cell phone punctuated his slumber. He rolled over and buried his head under one of his pillows, attempting to block out the din. He wasn't ready to wake up. Sunlight was just beginning to creep through his curtains, which meant it was far too early for him to be awake and alert. It couldn't be any later than eight. And it was a weekend! A day off! There was no rehearsal today, which meant that he had no reason to get up before noon. 

To his relief, the ringing stopped. He waited a minute to see if they'd call back, then sighed in relief. He pulled his pillow off of his head and snuggled back into his covers. He had almost drifted off to sleep, when his room door was flung open. It hit the wall with a resounding bang. Scott sat straight up in surprise. His roommate, Mitch, stood in the doorway. There was an extremely grumpy look on his face. Mitch's hair was mussed, and there were dark bags under his eyes. Up against his ear was his iPhone 6+.

"He's right here," the boy growled, glowering at Scott. He chucked his phone at Scott's head. "Answer her calls next time!" he barked. He turned on his heel, muttering curse words under his breath.

Wide-eyed, Scott picked up the phone that now lay on top of his comforter. He picked it up tenderly, as if it was a ticking time-bomb. "Hello?" he asked timidly, no longer angry at being waken up. He was now more worried for his safety. Waking Mitch was a very dangerous thing to do.

"Hi Scott!" The voice on the other end was chipper, its feminine tones a smug singsong. 

"Kirstie?" he said in disbelief. "What are you doing? It's like the middle of the night!"

He could almost hear her rolling her dark eyes. "It's seven thirty in the morning, Scott. It's not that early," she told him. 

"Seven thirty?" he exclaimed. "That's even worse! Kirstie, it's the weekend, why are you awake?" 

"I basically stayed up all night; I'm so excited!" 

She certainly sounded excited. He held the phone away from his ear for a second, expecting a high-pitched squeal. When it didn't come, he cautiously brought it back. "Excited for what?" he questioned, not entirely sure if he wanted to hear the answer.

"Okay, so, for the last few days, there's been this thing in town, and I really wanted to go, but we've been working at recording the new album, and so I couldn't get time off, but today is the last day and we're off so we should go!"

His head was spinning. "Whoa, whoa, Kirstie. Slow down," he massaged his temples with his free hand. "What is it you want to go to?"

"I'll explain when I get there," she promised eagerly, "just promise you'll come with me, okay?"

"Wait, what? What do you mean when you get here? I don't-"

"I'll take that as a yes! See you in about half an hour, Scott!"

He blinked, panicked, "Kirstie, wait, I don't even know what I'm agreeing to! What's going on? Kirstie? Kirstie!" He stared at the phone in frustration before jabbing the 'end call' button. "Great," he muttered sarcastically.

Admittedly, spending the day with Kirstie wouldn't be all that bad. He like hanging out with her, she was one of his best friends. She had been since high school. And he guessed waking up wasn't all that bad. He just hated being out of the loop. He liked to know what was going on. Being dragged blindly to who-knows-where was not his idea of a fun time. Surprises had never been his thing.

"Ugh," he frowned, "now I have to get dressed." Honestly, he'd just been planning on wearing pajamas all day. There went that idea.

He forced himself up out of bed. Trudging over to his closet, he opened the door tiredly. He stared at his clothes blankly. Flipping through a few shirts, he chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully. How could he pick an outfit if he had no idea where he was going? The mall? The fair? He had no clue. Giving up on trying to read Kirstie, he seized a white t-shirt with a black serpent sketched across it. He seized a pair of dark skinny jeans and sighed. At least this would work for most settings. Unless she was taking him to some random fancy restaurant or something, he would be fine.