Coffee
Black was the color of the back of his eyelids. It was soothing and complimented the dead silence of the night; Lucas had never felt so relaxed in his life. His creaky old bed was supporting him surprisingly well tonight, and his mine was, for once, at ease.
It only took him minutes to fall into a deep and heavy sleep.
It took two milliseconds of high pitched ringing to wake him from that sleep.
Proof of the interrupted rest dribbled on his chin as he rolled over onto his back, eyelashes crusty and stuck together as he slammed his hand down on the blinking pokegear on the nightstand.
A voice chimed through.
"Hey, hey, Lucas! Wow, I'm surprised you're awake; where are you right now?"
Lucas couldn't find the will to speak with his mind in its sleep-fogged state.
"Lucas! Hello? I know you're there, you picked up! Answer me or I'm fining you ten million the next time I see you!"
The raven haired teen rolled onto his stomach and groaned loudly.
"I'm in bed."
Then there was silence on the other line. Lucas sincerely hoped that whoever it was had hung up or been disconnected by some divine force. His hopes were crushed as the voice crackled through again.
"Well, get up! Meet me at the Jubilife pokecenter in ten! You hear me? Ten minutes! Don't be late, or el—"
The grey eyed boy in bed flailed his arm around blindly until it once again hit the communicator. He brought in close to his mouth and spoke in a croaking, sleep deprived voice.
"Shut up. Tell me who this is."
There was laughter on the other line.
"What, too tired to read the caller ID?"
"I'm hanging up."
"No, no! Come on, buddy, learn how to take a joke! Yeesh!"
Lucas waited for the other to continue, but only heard the whipping of wind on the other line. He spoke once more, this time putting stress on every syllable of each word.
"Who is this."
"It's me, Damian!"
Damian? Who—Lucas cracked his sticky eyelids apart to look at the watch-like mechanism. On screen, the picture of a young blond was displayed. It took a good thirty seconds for the image to spur a reaction from his mind.
"Damian?" The name rolls out of his mouth like some foreign language.
"Yeah, that's right! You're down to five minutes, by the way! I'm tired of waiting, so I'm going to head over to the pokecenter right now! If you're late, that's twenty million that you're being fined!"
"Wait, Damian, I—"
"Twenty million, Lucas!"
The line was cut immediately after that. Lucas groaned again before sitting up and picking the build up from the apex of his eyes. He checked the time. 4:17AM.
Shaking his head and stepping the sides of his face, the shaggy haired boy forced himself up and off the bed, trudging over to his dresser.