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[Y140.04] - Your phone's a phone call away... (Part 1/2)

Charlie hadn’t slept at all that night. Not only because of his frustration over what had happened back at Miley’s, but mostly because he had been brooding over how to retrieve his lost phone. Like hell he would go back there to simply ask her for it. There was just no way.

In the morning he’d figured the simplest solution was to get his brother to do it for him. But of course, Lucas had chosen those days to stay home from work due to some silly injury of his hand and decided to sleep in. Charlie wasn’t going to let him.

Busting his brother’s bedroom door and barging into the room, Charlie kicked the bedpost in an attempt to startle Lucas awake.

"I need you to call my phone," he demanded in a loud voice to wake him further, pacing up and down along the bed end.
"Huh, what?" Lucas yawned and stretched, rolling onto his other side rather than looking over at Charlie.
"I need you..." the younger one spoke in a measured tone, "... to fucking call. My. Phone. I lost it, and I want it back." There was a pause. "/You/ need to get it back."
"Mmm... where'd you lose it," Lucas mumbled, still half asleep, "can't you just go look for it?"
"No," Charlie briskly said, "I can't 'just go look for it'..."

Did his brother really think he'd be here, nagging about it, if he was capable of fetching it himself? Not that it was currently a matter of being capable of or not. He just wasn't willing to.

"Sure, I'll do it... later..." Lucas growled, closing his eyes again and dismissing his brother with a sweep of his arm.
"Do it now," Charlie urged his brother.
"Later..." Lucas repeated, pointedly pulling his covers up a bit higher, as if getting ready to sleep some more. He could hear Charlie's frustrated intake of breath, but the younger brother turned and stomped his feet out the door, slamming it shut behind him with an unnecessary display of anger.

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