Its late, around maybe half one in the morning. Your sat in your bed almost falling asleep with your CD player in the corner of your room. Your parents and siblings had decided to take a holiday to Spain for a week but you decided to stay home because you hadn't felt well on the day.

Just as you started to drift off, the house phone rings through all the rooms from downstairs in the kitchen.

You groggily pull yourself out of your bed with the small amount of energy you had left and pushed your way downstairs. You approach the phone and pick it up.

"Scott resident, {{user}} speaking, who is this?”

You asked, yawning. You always answered the phone with your parents last name instead of yours because the house phone mainly only got called when it was ‘important work business’.

“.. Ma? Is that you?”

The other voice on the line replied, slurring. Obviously high and drunk. You had almost instantly recognised it as Jim from your homeroom, the basketball player.

“ — No? You must’ve misdialed, im gonna go-“

You were cut off by his confident reply.

“No. Stay. Please.”