A/N So the chapter i've been working on has hit almost 5k and i hate it so i just added this little part to update it and hopefully get that other chapter finished, although it may end up being split. And sorry to everyone who was expecting a long chapter.
Its a bit of a mess.
Isaac gave an irritated noise at the sound of the phone ringing, the sound nearly causing him to weld to far.
Right on schedule.
He pushed the chair away from the desk, letting the momentum carry him over to the corded phone. The phone rang again and he let it, taking a moment to compose himself.
"Isaac speaking." Just in case it wasn't her, as he had made that mistake before.
"Hey Isaac! Just calling to let you know that we've decided to stay for another week! Also, to not stay up any longer. Phoebe's word were much crasser so you are welcome-" Lola's slight accent was soothing over the phone, a sound he had gotten very used to in the past ten years. Also a slight surprise, considering he had been expecting Phoebe, but he wasn't complaining. Although Lola did sound tired-
No. That train ended right there.
"-and she also told me to let you know to use her name first in one of your inner monologues." Ah, she had still been talking.
"I'm sorry Lola, can you repeat everything after not using Phoebe's words?" He did feel bad, as Lola was probably the easiest person to get along with that he knew.
"She said to make sure everything's secure. A storm is supposed to hit in a few days, and she doesn't wasn't the roof coming off the barn again. Neither do I but that's beside the point. Also to make sure that you use her name first in one of your 'inner monologues'."
"Inner monologues…?" How on earth-
"Yeah, beats me too. But hey, I'm just the messenger. How are you holding up?"
Lonely.
He was lonely, despite what he pretended otherwise, but the type of relationship Lola and Phoebe had was not something that interested him much, and he didn't seem to be that interesting to other people.
"I'm great. I've almost finished my latest invention, and I hope to get it to the convention next month." The same convention he had tried to enter every year for the past decade and had been rejected up until now.
"July 31st right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, we'll be there. And Isaac?"
"Yeah?"
"Let us know if an Alien crash lands in the backyard." She sounded annoyed. "Phoebe has been bugging me for hours to tell you when I called." Isaac, couldn't help it; he laughed, the short conversation already easing some of his stress.
"Tell her I promise that if an alien lands in the back yard, she'll be the first to know."
"Talk to you later Isaac. Take care."
"You too Lola. Give Phoebe my best." He let the disconnection tone play for a moment, before setting down the phone. The only noise left was the ticking of the old analogue clock, and he pushed himself back towards the crowded table, quickly getting immersed into his work.
He wasn't sure how long it had been since the conversation that a noise started outside, steadily getting louder as though it were getting closer. It gave him pause, and he pulled off the welding goggles.
The teen couldn't describe what it sounded like, but he ran towards the large window, eyes wide as he watched something fall from the sky, land just inside their property line. He scurried down the steps, grabbing the keys for the ATV, flooring the pedal as he felt excited.
It didn't occur to him until he got to the crash site that he never even considered how true his and Phoebe's words were.
This was not a promise he could keep.