Friends Of… I 64B

In that time, the bell had been rung four more times and the door had been banged once. His forehead creased as he got closer. “Don’t bang it!” A familiar voice. Symphony.

“What if he’s asleep? You think he’s asleep?” Tyson.

“I doubt he’s that deep a sleeper.” Alastair.

“Maybe I should go honk the horn.” Tyson. How are they this loud?

“Is banging the door not enough for you? We haven’t even tried calling him.” Viola. A smile came to his face.

“That’s an absolute waste of time.” Alastair.

“Yeah, huge waste.” Tyson.

“Why would you think that even?” Symphony.

“My bad. Maybe scream his name.” Viola.

“Okay, cover your ears.”

Laughter, “Are you serious? Ty, do-“

“Sawyer!!!” Tyson shouted just as the door opened, blasting Sawyer with the sound and their surprised faces. Sawyer adjusted his glasses, chuckling at their brightness. Making him happy.

“You’re home and you don’t tell us?” Symphony frowned.