"Hey Johnny. You coming to the party or what?" said Alex, my best friend. His back was against the wall. He was wearing black jeans with a blue Hawaiian T-shirt.
"Well?" He said again, walking towards me and slapping the back of my head. I was wearing a black T-shirt with long sleeves, and Ripped jeans that were apparently "In fashion"
"Oh, Yeah. I am." I replied, rubbing the place where he had just slapped.
"Well, I'll see you later." Alex said, walking out of my apartment.
Around two hours later, the room was quiet. I put my legs up on my desk and yawned. Suddenly, the phone rang. I looked at the clock and it read 1am.
"Who the hell would be calling at this time of night.." I moaned, reaching for the phone.
As I picked it up, a deep voice spoke into the phone. "John Smith, I know who you are, where you are. And most of you're general history. If you want to live, listen very carefully to my words."
"Look, is this Dan?. Stop trying to pull another prank on me and get off the line!" I yelled, Slamming the phone down.
"Jesus, He's such an idiot.." I yawned.
"It's late. I'm going to head to bed.."