Eleven

Melody's POV:

It's been days since I had talked with Asher. Since he had talked. It's been days since he called.

Part of me wanted to call him but part of me kept on thinking what Bob had said. Maybe I was interfering in his life.

I sighed and picked up my phone from the table beside my bed.

Friends don't ignore each other.

Asher's number was the first number in my contact list. Because he had practically forced me to save his number. I pressed the call button and waited for him to pick up. After the third ring he finally picked up.

"Hey. Are you my phone charger?" He asked.

I tried to register what he just asked.

"What?" I asked slowly.

"Because I'd die without you." He answered.

That kind of took me off guard.

"Asher, it's too early in the morning and you are doing this? Are you seriously crazy?" I asked, confused.

I was expecting him to sound tired as it was only five in the morning. But he sounded as fresh as ever throwing cheesy pickup lines.

"Did you call to check up on me, ange