Turn Back Time

7.

l u c a s

I gripped onto Farkle.

"What?" Farkle growled.
I went to Farkle's house, welcomed to his room by his butler, and went in.

He woke up with a jolt since he slept at 6 am. It's weekend, 7 am, a.t.m.

"Sorry for comin' in early, bud." I apologized to Farkle.

He rubbed his eyes. "The fuck you want, Friar."

Damn, he's hella bad when he's tired.

"Do you have any contact with Maya?" I asked him.

Farkle yawned. "I don't know, I don't care. Goodnight."
He clapped twice, then the lights turned off again.

I clapped. It worked. They turned on.
Damn.

"Farkle, just.. please." I begged.

He sighed and spit into his trash can. Eesh.

"Fine, fucking prick." He cursed. "Up on the top of the left shelf there are numbers. Flip to the-" He yawned. "to the fucking M's. You'll find her number."

"But-"

"OH MY GOD LUCAS JUST GET THE FUCK OUT." He screamed. "JESUS, YOU WANT A DAMN PHONE? THERE'S A BRAND NEW iPHONE 6+ ON THE COUNTER. JESUS."

I backed up. God, he's scary when he's sleepy.

But I took the phone. He had like 5 next to them anyway.

I got up the shelf, and saw Maya's #.
It was the first one...

I took it and dialed it in.

It rung. Then it stopped.

"Maya Hart. Whatchu need?"

I coughed. "Maya?"

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"Maya, can you help me out?"
"What's it, Huckleberry?"
"Tell me where the best place to go to get beer....."
"Yeah... and?"
"Riley's favorite bar."
"Yeah- what?"
"Yup."
"Uh.... that one around the corner near that one cafe? lol."
"Okay, thanks Maya."
"No problem Ranger."
"Cya-"
"Wait!"
"What?"
"....Good Luck."
.....

I hung up.

"What'd you ask, Friar?" Farkle mumbled from his pillow.

"Nothing you needa know, Farkster."

I walked out of his room, past his bustling butlers and waitresses, and left.

I had a bar to get to.

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Sorry these chapters are short, I'm suddenly having writers block. >.<<<