Ace was awoken by the sound of his buzzing phone.
He opened his eyes, and with a growl escaping his throat, shifted towards the bedside table.
Stretching his hand until he touched the device, he grabbed it, and laid straight on the bed again.
He brought the screen to his face, amidst a yawn.
"Landon?" He mused, wondering why he was calling so early.
But as he made to toss the phone back to the table, and drift back to sleep, an electrical jolt awoke his memory.
He jerked up, and swiftly answered the call.
"Lan, I'm so sorry about last night. I know we were supposed to meet up, and all that, but I returned home pretty late. I was so tired, I slept off as soon as my body touched the bed," he rambled.
"Hey, I don't think that's what we need to focus on right now," Landon said in a voice that spelled doom.
"Uhmmmm, what are you talking about? Why do you sound so gloomy?"
