---Firkle's pov---

Ike gets confused and disappointed look, but reluctantly answers his phone.

He sits up getting off of me and puts the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

He winces for a second, and I hear someone yelling on the other line.

"I forgot! We can just reschedule for tomorrow-" the person cuts him off and starts going off about something.

I sit up and lean over to him. I place a hand on his arm, he glance over at me and I give him a concerned look.

He gives me a smile, "Uh-huh," he says to the person on the phone.

He suddenly gets a nervous look, "I'm not there! Why would I be there? Jeez, we have a deal don't we?" He laughs nervously and the person says something again, "Why?"

He listens to whatever they're saying then he sighs, "Okay, if you want to."

Then, the person hangs up. He looks over at me while sitting his phone down on his lap.

We sat in silence as I stared at him. He avoid my gaze as he messed around with his phone.

I then, sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, "What was that all about?"