The Pink House Wadger

Chapter 3

LAYTON DINOVO P.O.V.
As I rolled off couch I was met with empty beer bottles and chips surrounding me. To my surprise the time on the cable box read 12:00 p.m., I sure hoped the guys had woken up earlier to start cleaning. Last night I made them promise to help me clean. I had faith that they'd be generous enough to stay. It would be against the bro code to ditch me.

Shifting my gaze upwards, I noticed a bright orange sticky note stuck to the T.V. I know I got hammered last night, but I don't recall that being there. Making my way towards the note I saw that all three of my friends had signed it. As panic began to grow in my stomach I reached for the note. I could barely believe my eyes as the fluorescent note read: Hey buddy! We weren't feeling too hot and decided waffles would do just the trick. See ya next weekend!

At this point I probably looked like I had just heard the worst new of my life, cause I had. I couldn't keep track of my thoughts as I ran my hand through my jostled hair. My friends had left me to clean myself with a deadline of two hours. Two whole hours to fend for myself. The note had to be a joke Carter put up before we fell asleep. Unfortunately for him I wasn't laughing, instead I was scrambling to find my phone, searching top to bottom.

To which I was met with his obnoxious voicemail stating,

"Yo it's Carter leave a message, or don't. It's probably not important."

I have absolutely no idea why I decided Carter would be the best option when attempting to get a hold of them, but nonetheless I found my self tapping the redial button once more.

After three rings this time though, I heard scratchy voice echo from the other side of the line,

"You would think after getting sent to voicemail six times he'd give up."

Before I could respond, I heard Flynn's voice begin speaking, "Carter I think you're on the phone."

"No I hung up."

"Look it says Layton so he's clearly on the other line."

"Oh sh-" was the last thing I heard before the line went dead.

This was a joke they couldn't do this to me. Actually they could, and they did, but they weren't going to get away with it. Before I knew what I was doing I realized I was now dialing Austin. I never said it before but I really was appreciative that at least I had one 'nice guy' as a friend. He had to help me. I know Austin and I'm positive he just woke up extra early to pick us up Coffee and donuts so  we would have the energy to clean this massive house. I knew Austin signed the note that I found but he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight knowing he left me to clean this house all alone. The guilt would eat him alive, I give it thirty minutes before he came to my door apologizing with Krispy Kreme's in hand. Just as I finish my thought I heard the other line jostling the phone around. Someone most definitely had answered the phone.

"Give me it! it's cruel, we should go back!" Austin whined.

"Shut up, he'll hear you!" Flynn warned.

"Oh, just hang up!" Carter stated sounded completely annoyed with having to babysit the other two.

"I can hear you guys!" I finally made my presence known, which cause the other line to go quiet. I knew they hadn't hung up yet because I didn't hear the convenient little beep.

"I guess it's fine if you don't want to help me.... even if it was really important to me, I guess it's not to you." I attempted to guilt trip them, well not necessarily Flynn or Carter, this was for Austin.

I could almost see the guilt ridden face I was positive Austin was sporting right now before Carter started speaking, this time actually directing it towards me.