Late Night Call
The buzzing from his phone woke him up in the middle of the night. A quick survey of his room told him that he was the only one awake: Carl was still snoozing with his headphones on and Liam was completely unconscious, drooling in his crib.
Ian squinted at the small preview screen on the top of his cell phone until his eyes adjusted to the light. He smiled and hurried to the bathroom before answering.
"Hello?"
"I like... your freckles."
Ian laughed before remembering that Fiona was right down the hall and probably still awake. He covered his mouth until he was calm, then asked, "Are you drunk?"
"Maybe."
"Holy shit."
"S'not like you neverrr ge' drunk, Fire-crotch..."
"Yeah but it's not like you to call me when you're wasted. Where are you?"
"You're stupid," Mickey said, actually giggling. "M'right here."
Ian laughed again, more quietly this time. "Yeah but where is 'here'?"
"My room."
"Why'd you drink so much?"
"SHHHHHHHH. Mandy's throwin' up in th'bathroom."
"Okay," Ian said in a whisper to appease the older boy.
"C'mere. Let's fuck.
It only took Ian five minutes to get dressed and sneak out.