Prank Calls | D.R.

Chapter 14

Drew's POV

      Sergio left the room directly after our talk. He told me to go to bed, but he's knows I'm not going to. I'm waiting for Mia to call me. I need to make sure she got back safe. It's probably going to take her another five minutes for her to get back, so I start to fold some of my clothes.

      When my phone rings, I pick it up automatically and answer.

      "Oh my gosh Drew!" it's not Mia, but instead it's Morgan. At least I know Mia got back.

       "Give me back my phone!" There's Mia. I can imagine her slamming her fists against the door that Morgan closed quickly.

      "You'll never guess what Mia said," she taunts. Suddenly, I hear an ear shattering screech. "Oh my gosh Mia keep it down!"

      "What did she say," I smirk. I hear Mia huff.

       "If you tell him, I swear, you will not be forgiven," Mia threatens. Now, I really want to know.

      "She called you sexy," Morgan admits.

      "I hate you so damn much right now Morgan," I hear Mia hiss. I just sit here with a smirk on my face.

      "Can you put Ms. Mia on the phone please?" I ask calmly.

       "Well if I open the door to give it to her, she's easily going to claw out my eyeballs." I wouldn't doubt it.

      "You got that right," Mia puts in.

      "Just slip it under the door." After I say that, the line goes silent. After half a minute, there's finally a sound.

      "Hey Drew."

     "Hi Mia."

      "Oh don't be smug."

      "How could I not be? I mean, this is so satisfying to know you actually said it."

      "You didn't hear me say it though."

      "I don't care. Knowing you said it is all that I need."

      "Ugh I really hate Morgan."

      "Hey, cutie pie."

      "Did you just call me cutie pie?"

      "Yes I did, anyways..." I trail off.

      "Anyways?"

      "Since you called me sexy, now I can ask you to be my girlfriend."

     "Was that you asking me?"

      "Nope, but this is. Mia, will you be my girlfriend?"

      "Sure, why not? I've got nothing to loose." At her response, I smile. I smile the biggest smile I've smiled since I made the band.

      "Great, and I'll set Morgan up with Michael, so we can all go on a double date."

      "Oh yes, that'd be a fun time."

      "Only if Michael wasn't in Cleveland." Only if I wasn't practically on house arrest.

      "Only if." When she says that, my train of though goes of the tracks onto a totally different topic.

      "I've honestly been wondering something lately," I admit, the thought racing in my mind.

      "Go ahead."

      "How did you get my phone number in the first place?"

      "Excuse me?"

      "I know it wasn't just random."