˗ˏˋthe bakeryˎˊ˗

thirteen..

i was staring at the ceiling, smiling like a retard.

lana.

lana.

lana.

as on cue, my phone rang.

i picked it up.

lana.

"hey, lana banana."

"hey, finnegan."

we chuckled.

"what's wrong?" i asked her.

"i can't really sleep." she grumbled.

"me either." i said.

"you're flannel is kinda cozy. i had to go to bed with it." she admitted.

i smiled.

"why, you're welcome. now, why can't you sleep?" i questioned her.

"one, 'daddy wilkinson' and 'princess' are on round 2 in the shower. they scream so loud and bang the wall next to me."

i bursted out laughing.

"and two, i just can't. i don't know."

"can you come over? i need a friend."

"for sure. tell me the address and i'll be there in 10."