Awkwardness

Jackson's hand searched his bed for his phone as he slowly raised his eyelids, and blinked his eyelashes to adjust his vision to the bright sunlight glowing in his room.

Once he got a hold of his phone, he sat up in bed and unlocked it, then a frown settled on his lip as he stared at the fifty missed calls notifications on his screen.

Sighing heavily, Jackson slowly scrolled through his call log and stopped at the number of the only person he knew who wouldn't give him a morning headache.

Then he called it, patiently waited, and after a few seconds, he said, “Good Morning, Chris. Is there something wrong? Out of fifty missed calls, three of them were from you. What's going on?”

“Dude, I should be asking you if something is wrong with you. Since we spoke on the phone yesterday, I haven't been able to reach you.” Chris's voice echoed from the speakers with the voice of others in the background.

Feeling frustrated, Jackson slightly rubbed his temper to rel