11:11pm

Ian

Idk I just do lol

I smiled at my phone. E was such a dork sometimes.

I sent back a quick reply.

Ohh okay 😆 What are you and your "loser" friends doing?

My phone buzzed with his response.

asdfghjkl; CasS

I laughed. One of his friends must have gotten hold of the phone. And by the looks of it, it was someone named Cass. I chuckled at that. It reminded me of Supernatural.

Um, you okay there E?

E: jFKLAHG hLp

My phone started buzzing. He was trying to FaceTime me! I fumbled to hit accept, heart pounding.

I nevously flattened my hair as the a face appeared. It was not E, but Metallica.

"Um, hi?" I asked, my breath shaky.

"HI E'S BOYFRIEND," he shouted. I dropped my phone at the volume, and it landed right on my most sensitive place.

"OW," I yelped. (All of you who have ever dropped your phone on your face know how it feels. It hurts. Just imagine it on the more sensitive parts of your body.)

Laughter erupted from the speakers of my phone. My face burned, and I slowly picked up my phone. The image was shaky and kinda grainy. Someone shouted Cass, and the image turned into a beautiful picture of the ceiling and then a hand. Cass's face appeared. He grinned at the the phone, and waved. I timidly waved back.
"Um, what's going on?"

"We're playing a game of keep the phone away from E," he chuckled, and flipped the camera to face a struggling E. Luke sat in top of him while he pounded his fists against the carpet. "LUKE GET OFF OF ME, YOU BIG ASSBUTT," yelled E.

"Language, E! Your boyfriend is watching!"

E froze and looked up at the camera. His brow crinkled as he lie there. I was curious about what was happening, but the next thing I know, Luke is on the ground, feet in the air. E comes raging toward Cass, yelling. My view falls backwards, and Cass's feet fly upwards. E's hand yanks away the phone and E darts away with it, a door slamming.

E breathes heavily for a moment before slowly turning the phone to face him. His curls are a mess, and his face is somewhat red. But he looked adorable. I cleared my throat. "Um, hi?" I said, my voice a humiliating squeak.

"H-hi...." mumbled E. "Uh-h... how are you?"

"Um, fine I guess. Uh, what's going on there?"

"My friends.... are losers."

Suddenly, someone started pounding on the door, making me and E jump. He dropped the phone, and mumbled a curse under his breath. "Ah, um, sorry." He said as he adjusted the phone. It clicked as he messed with the volume.

"Oh, no it's fine, really."

Crickets.

"Um, so how are you?" I spluttered. My mind was racing, but I couldn't pick out a single thought from the mess inside my brain.

E reddened, and started messing with something nearby. "Um, I've been good...."

Again, crickets.

He coughed. "Ummm, how's your mom?"

"Oh, I don't really know. Neal had to go to work, so he's not there anymore." I scratched my thigh, and tugged on my shirt. It was getting warm in the living room, and normally I wouldn't be wearing a shirt right now, when it's 98 degrees out side.

E was messing with his case or something, because I could hear him fidgeting. I smiled. He was so cute when he was embarrassed. I stared at him on my screen, still smiling. He stopped fiddling with the case. "What?" He asked, his head tilting a bit to the right.

I felt my face grow hot again. "Ah, nothing. It's nothing, really," I mumbled.

I sat for a moment before setting my phone down on the arm of the chair. I pulled my shirt off in a single tug. Picking up my phone, I walked to my bed room, and tossed the shirt on my bed. I looked back at the screen and saw E gaping at me, his mouth open wide. I kinda had forgotten I was FaceTiming him. I just wanted to take it off because it was hot.

Burning with embarrassment, I went back into my room to grab my shirt. E seemed to snap out of his trance. "No, wait!" He yelped, scaring me. I lowered the shirt. "Ah, um, it's fine. You don't have to. I was just um. Surprised..."

I gulped. Then, realization hit me, and I smirked. "You like what you see, huh?" I bragged, flexing my arm.

(I had a fit body, seeing as I played soccer. My muscles were pretty defined, and I had strong arms.)

E yelped again and covered his face with a hand. "N-no! That's not what I meant!" he stuttered.

I laughed. "Surreeee it wasn't,"