Call Me Later

Eight

Incoming Call: Lawn-A(:

"Hello? Miles?" was the first thing Lana said as the called picked up.

"Lanaaaa, lovely Lana," Miles replied, his speech slurred as he talked on his phone.

"Miles where are you, right now."

Miles looked around, but all he saw was the backside of the passenger chair. He was laid down in the back of his friends car and was specifically told not to get up.

"I don't know.. I think Hawaii?" he told her and laughed, wondering if he would see any coconuts and palm trees.

Lana just rolled her eyes.

Drunk Miles was Loopy Miles who didn't know what the hell was going on and was basically in his own wonderland.

She sighed then asked, "Okay Miles, can you give your phone to your friend so I could ask him where you are?"

"No!" Miles said dramatically. "He's my friend Lana, and he doesn't needs to know you and your specialness." he giggled. "Is specialness a word?"

Lana groaned, "Can you put speaker phone on?" she asked.

And Miles complied, but his screen was all blurry and he had to squint his eyes to actually try and press the button.

"Okay! Speaky phoney on!" he exclaimed and Lana shook her head yet smiled a little.

"Hey, where are Miles and you?" Lana spoke to her phone, hoping the friend would hear her.

Thankfully he did and Miles actually did have his speaker phone on, "We're just outside you guys' town, we should be there in like, oh I'd say fifteen minutes? Twenty tops."

"Alright, just make sure you go to my house first. It's the one right next to his, it's white and has the long porch going round it, not hard to miss. I'll be standing there as well." Lana told him.

The friend agreed and Miles turned the speaker phone off and put the phone up against his ear again.

"So Lana! What'cha doing?" Miles said then laughed. "Haha, I sound like Izzy from Patrick and Fin."

"Her name is Isabella, and its Phineas and Ferb. Not Patrick and Fin." Lana explained to the drunk Miles.

Miles gasped and Lana only guessed he finally realized. "Oh my god really?!"

Lana nodded her head then realized he can't see her. "Yes, Miles, really."

Miles hummed into the phone. It was quiet for a while and neither spoke a word, the background noises being the only noise for the both of them.

"Okay, Lana I have to go, Miles wants to sleep." Miles said in third person with a yawn and turned on his side in the back of the car. "Alright Miles, I'll talk to you when you get here." Lana said to him.

"Okie, Miles says bye-bye!" Miles said then ended the call, closing his eyes and going to sleep.

Lana looked at her phone and then turned it off. She grabbed a coat hanging on the rack and put it on. She walked out of her room and quietly walked down her stairs and to the front door.

And now she had to wait for Miles.