Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-4059927-20180228055743

Gregory's phone rang on the bedside table. He sat up and flipped it open. "Hello?"

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Michael's phone rang, he looked at the incoming call. It was Bradi. "Sup, babe?"

"That girl that plays in your band is sleeping on the washing machine." Bradi was looking down at Jo, not quite certain if she should try to wake her up or just leave her there. She decided the latter was good.

"What?" Michael couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. "Like.... Oh, Jo. I'll be right over." Jo was trying to get out of bed and find her way over to where the guys would be. They probably weren't stopping by to get her. He'd have to do it himself. He threw open the door of the dorm and ignored the Hall Monitor's threatening tone as he climbed the steps to the second floor and found his way to the laundry room.

"Michael, is she okay?" Bradi asked, worriedly.

Michael picked Jo up, easily lapping her over his shoulder. "Yeah, she's fine. Just exhausted because she apparently hasn't slept in two days and I need to get her over to Milo."

"Where are you taking her?" Bradi asked, but Michael was already hurrying down the steps and out the building with Jo in his arms.