BOXER

fifteen

"Why hasn't she called? Usually they call like 2 days after, right?" Michael asked desperately as Luke looked on with a small grin.

He shook his head almost immediately after he realized what he said. "Jesus, I sound like such a fucking girl."

Michael invited himself over to Luke's to complain about the fact that it had been three days since Michael gave Sam his number and she still hadn't called. Luke really couldn't care less about Michael's girl problems, but as his best friend he felt he was obligated to at least listen.

"She probably realized how stupid you are." He smiled cheekily as another possibility came into his mind. "Or maybe she saw how small your hands are."

Michael's face scrunched up in confusion. "What the hell is that suppose-" He stopped his sentence and glared at Luke once he realized what he was referring to.

"I should've fucking had her give me her number. I'm an idiot," Michael complained as he shook his head and bit down on his lip.

"Michael, just calm down. She'll call."

"What if she doesn't?" He asked, the desperation getting pathetic at this point.

"Then it's her loss."

"It's the fingers, isn't it?"

Luke grinned. "Probably."

"Fuck!" He exclaimed as he got up from the couch and stomped towards the kitchen. Luke couldn't help but laugh at his frustration.

A few minutes passed by and Michael was laying back on the couch with his feet resting on Luke's lap. Usually Luke would yell at him to get his "disgusting ass feet" away from him, but he seemed genuinely upset about Samantha not calling him so now didn't seem like the time to be an asshole.

Luke was pretty disinterested in the movie Michael had selected, so he was thankful when he noticed his phone lighting up on the coffee table.

"Can you tell me who just texted me?" He asked, not wanting to move in fear of touching Michael's feet with more body parts than he already was.

Michael grabbed the phone and smiled once he read it. "It's Brielle."

Luke quickly jumped up and reached over to grab the phone from Michael's hand, which caused Michael's legs to be bended in a very uncomfortable manner.

"Ow, Jesus Christ!" He groaned as Luke went back to his original position.

"Holy shit, she actually texted me first." Luke couldn't fight the smile on his face as he started to type his reply.

to: brie: yeah i'm home why?

from: brie: can i please come over?

"She wants to come over," Luke bragged.

"Must be nice."

to: brie: of course :-) is everything ok?

from: brie: not really

He furrowed his eyebrows and his whole demeanor changed after he read the text.

to: brie: what??? what's wrong?!

He pushed Michael's legs off of him and stood up as he kept his eyes locked on his phone, waiting for her response. Michael gave him a confused look, but eventually shook it off and went back to his movie.

Brielle had texted him back pretty quickly before, so now when she didn't reply for a few minutes he started to get worried.

The first thing that came into his mind was Tyler.