The Vamps Preferences

#3 - First Phone Call

A/N: Hey, Olivia here. I know I'm updating twice in one day, but I'm really bored. Hope you guys don't mind! please comment suggestions. xxx

James:
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You roll over in bed, letting out a sharp intake of breath as you do so - it's 2AM and you can't sleep. Maybe you're worried about something? No, your coursework is going fine, at a steady pace. Maybe you've drank something that's given you energy? No, you've had nothing to drink except water. Or... maybe you're just mulling over the fact that you're too scared to call a certain someone you were rather hoping would get back to you first.

James.

You sit up. Why should you wait for a call? You could just call him, make the first move. It's not uncommon, and you're going to have to start somewhere.

So, with your heart starting to thump a little faster, you unlock your phone and go to his contact. You press the dial button and hope for the best... to be greeted only a few seconds later: barely after one ring.
"Hey, (y/n)! Guessing you can't sleep?" James's voice sounds croaky, but friendly as ever. Tired, but excited.
"Yeah. And the same for you?"
"Yeah! I was kinda hoping you'd call me..." his voice falters and quietens as he says the last few words. The cutie hadn't meant for that to come out. You can practically hear him blushing.
"Aw, James. The hope was mutual."

Connor:
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You fidget about awkwardly in your seat. This meeting is not of any interest - and, honestly, not particularly relevant - to you at all. Yes, maybe some of the staff haven't "fulfilled" their jobs as ride attendants, but that's some. You're doing your part fine, so why should you be here?
There's only one thought running through your head.

'Ugh.'

"Well, Collins? What do you think of these complaints this family sent us?" your boss challenges the poor guy next to you. However, as soon as he starts speaking, your phone starts to ring. Loudly.
Your boss's head snaps to face you.
"Excuse me, (y/s/n)? You shouldn't have your phone on in important meetings. We don't have time for this. If it's necessary, go out and answer it. Only this time, though." he scolds.
Trying not to smile, you nod and rush out, picking up the phone just in time. This was definitely necessary to answer. Well.. in your eyes.
"Connor?"
"Hi! What're you up to?" his voice loudly sounds from the phone. You turn down the volume a little.
"Well, I just ran out of a serious meeting at work as my phone went off, and my boss is pissed off beyond measure, but that's about it." you chuckle a little as you speak.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry!"
"No, Con, it's fine. You saved me from possibly the most boring thing I've ever sat through. I'm grateful, dude, seriously."
"Well, if you're sure..."

Tristan:
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You're having a girls' night in with your best friend, and you're just putting face masks on when your phone rings, and a new number pops up on the screen.
"Answer it, maybe it's a failed prank call or something. Like, they forgot to block the number," (y/b/f/n) giggles. "And put it on speaker, too!"
Grinning, you accept the call and immediately put it on speaker.
"Heyaw?" you practically yell in the worst attempt at a Texan accent you thought was possible. Your friend shoves a fist in her mouth to stifle her laughter.
"Um... (y/n)?" a familiar voice says, sounding pretty confused.
There's a momentary pause.
"Wait... is this Tristan?" you quietly ask.
"Yeah... is this (y/n)?" he responds.
Another pause.
And an outburst of laughter.
"Oh God, Tris, sorry! We thought someone was trying to prank us," you explain. "I'm with my best friend, (y/b/f/n). I forgot I didn't get your number."
"It's cool!" he laughs. "I was planning on just texting you telling you to save my number, but I wanted to call instead. I won't keep you. What're you guys up to, though?"
"We just tried these chocolate face masks. They were 50p, probably the only reason we got them... Damn."
"What she means is, they probably have hidden rohypnol in them or something!" (y/b/f/n) chirps in.
All three of you laugh.
"Well, if you two wake up with no faces tomorrow, you only have your stinginess to blame," Tris teases.

Brad:
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You lie on your bed in possibly the most comfortable position you know of: the Tumblr position. Feet on the desk next to your bed, lying back against propped-up pillows with a box of Maltesers sitting next to you and your laptop balancing on your knees. You grin to yourself as you consider how lazy - and, well, derpy - you would look to anyone watching you.
It's 1PM and, as you reblog until your heart's content, your phone vibrates next to you. You can't be bothered to answer any texts right now, though.
But a minute later, it vibrates again.
And then twenty seconds later, off it goes.
And just after that, another text.
Groaning, you settle the laptop onto your bed and reach over to your phone, to see the person trying to talk to you is Brad, a new friend you've become rather... fond of.
"I take back that groan," you mumble under your breath as you eagerly open his texts.

"Hey! (y/n)! Let's chat! Lemme call you! :D"
"(y/nickname), c'mon... TALK TO MEH. :(("
"GET YO ASS HERE AND LET ME KNOW IF I CAN CALL YOU."

You quickly text back, and no less than thirty seconds later, you're on the phone with him...