He Talks Too Much ~ Septiplier

3

~Two weeks later~

Blearily Jack blinked the sleep out of his eyes, barely awake as he shot a hand out from the warmth of his duvet towards his phone, which continued to buzz no matter how many half-hearted slaps he gave it. It had been the sound of his phone ringing shrilly against the wood of his bedside table that had woken him from his beauty sleep. He couldn't say he was very happy about it. 

That didn't sound like his alarm, his foggy thoughts finally detected. Why the hell was it still making noise? Fuck it was dark.

He wriggled around in the soft cocoon of his blankets, sitting up a little as he grabbed his phone from the bedside table; finally registering that someone was calling him as he screwed his face up against the sudden bright light. 

Jack considered ignoring it, he didn't recognise the number, but he knew if he did he probably wouldn't ever call whoever it was back again. It was one of his many flaws but it wasn't his fault that he hated social calls; if anyone was to blame it was his mother. A call every single day for nearly two months would drive anyone up the wall.

Still, he pressed the shining green button and held the phone to his ear, sleepily dragging a hand through his hair as he lay back again. 

"Wad'ya want?" He grunted; sleep still heavy in his words. Silence greeted him and he groaned quietly, running his hand over his face. Fucking prank calls were such bullshit. It was too early for this. He heard muffled giggles echoing down the line and sighed.

"Alright, I'm gonna hang up now." He muttered tiredly, taking the phone away from his ear and making a move to hit the end call button, but paused when there came a loud gasp from the phone.

"No! Whoa there! Don't hang up yet." A female voice rushed out and despite himself, Jack didn't hang up the phone just yet. She had an accent, not very thick but it was still there, just under the surface. Was that Scottish?

"Why not?" He asked gruffly.

"Because I- uh." She seemed to scramble for something to say for a few seconds. "I just- umm, I didn't expect you to have such an Irish accent." It was probably supposed to come out as a statement but to Jack it sounded like more of a question.

Jack huffed, his voice rough and unimpressed. "Right, that's great. I'm hanging up now."

"No, don't! Just give me a minute?" She persisted happily. "Yeah, he has-" Cough. "I mean, you have a really nice voice."

The Irishman rolled his eyes, assuming he'd been drunk dialled. "Thank you. Now I think you've got the wrong number, lady."

"Hold that thought." She said distractedly. A few seconds of silence following before the voice came again; more muffled this time, like someone had put their hand over the mic. "No! I'm not telling him that!" A bout of giggling could be heard echoing down the line. "Tell him yourself. No!"

Jack raised an eyebrow as he heard the distant laughter of a man in the background. "Um...Hello? Are you okay?"

Then she was back. "Sorry, no, no, it's fine. Just had some uh..."

Jack blinked as he heard a loud crash from the other end. The woman muttered a long suffering 'oh for god's sake' before she turned her attention back to Jack. "Yeah, I gotta go. This was real  fun; should do it again sometime. Bye stranger!"

The call ended there and Jack was left staring at the blank screen of his phone, unable to make anything of what he had just heard.

Getting to sleep afterwards proved to be much harder than it looked.