“Just do it already.”

Scott Erlea had stared at his cell phone for the past forty five minutes now, staring at it with such intensity and deep thought that one could swear that it would erupt into flames at any given moment. Or, perhaps he was half expecting it to give up the gig and transform into a Decepticon, which would explain a lot of the dropped calls he was getting recently (though honestly, the fact that he received so few phone calls was simply because he didn’t know a lot of people, as pathetic as that truth was). And had Mikey not grown agitated with him, he could have stared at the phone for another forty five minutes, or maybe even another forty five centuries.

“I’ll call,” Scott said, casting a glare towards his brother and giving him a look, as if to dare him to chide him again. To be fair, Mikey was actually being extremely patient with him, which spoke volumes when it came to the young teenager if one knew him. Mikey, the one that always joked and teased him for having a crush on the pizza delivery girl. Mikey, the one that often gagged and made other disconcerting noises when their parents kissed each other before heading to work. Mikey, the one that said for the longest of times that girls were the grossest things on the planet. He had just spent the last forty five minutes staring at his older brother, who had spent the time staring at his phone, and only now did he speak up. Scott would have commended him for his surprising patience, had he not been too nervous about what he was about to do. “Just give me a minute.”

“I gave you forty five. No. Call her already.” Mikey spat, leaning back in his bed and kicking his feet, the only physical hint of his old, impatient tendencies revealing themselves. There was no smile on his face, yet, but Scott had a feeling that it would come eventually. “Worst she can say is no, right?”

“No. The worst she can say is that I’m crazy and that she’d rather throw herself under a speeding bullet train than to ever be seen dating me in public.”

Now Mikey gave him a look, and for as patient as the young teen had been, he was quick to fall back into old habits, as the grin he wore was the biggest, s**t eating grin that Scott had ever seen, even coming from the little troll known as Mikey. “Man, Scottie… you need to relax. With the way you keep going on about her, you’d really think she’d say that?”

Scott looked at Mikey long and he looked at him hard, but the staring contest was destined to end early, as a random burst of courage finally surged through him. Though, perhaps not courage, but pitiful acceptance, and with a heavy sigh, Scott reached for his cell phone and thumbed in an increasingly familiar number. The next few seconds were nerve racking enough, and he found himself counting each ring, waiting with barely contained anticipation, until finally, there came a voice on the other end.

Her voice.

She had said hello, and before Scott could even manage a reply back, Mikey had jumped on top of the bed and shouted at the top of his lungs. “SCOTTIE WANTS TO TAKE YOU OUT ON A DATE!”

‘God dammit, Mikey...’

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