Call Me Back
Sam rubbed his face, trying to ignore the painfully intensified scrams of his little brother and sister. Shit, this hang over was not cool. Slipping out of his jeans and into some PJ bottoms, Sam fell back on his bed, glad to be away from the uncomfortable couch at Mercedes' house.
He pulled out his phone, running his fingers over the scratches on the screen. He smiled upon catching sight of his wall paper- A picture of him, Finn, Brittany, Santana, and Rory.
Sam was surprised to find he had a voicemail; not many people actually called him anymore, everybody texted. Pressing one on speed dial, he put the phone to his ear.
You have one unheard message;
Um. Hello, Sam. It's me, Rory.
I just called... Well, to call you back.
You know, I almost feel guilty. Here you sent me a kind message about missing me, and to be honest, I haven't though about America since I got home.
I don't know, it was just so nice to see Seamus, and mum and dad and everybody again, I forgot about everyone I left.
...how are you? Are Stacy and Steve still energetic little monsters? *chuckle*
Goodness, remember when we spent Christmas together? That was grand. Except for the part where Steve and Stacy decided to wake us up at 3AM.
Oh, and remember when we were sitting on the couch, and they were using all the blankets but one, and we had to share one?
Wow... I haven't thought about that in a while...
But that was nice.
Wow, Sam. I hadn't realized until now, but I miss you too.
A lot.
I- Oh no, that'll be mum calling me for dinner...
Call me back.