Dylan ends the call with a sigh and stares into space like he’s rethinking this life. They had better keep their word or god knows what will happen. He takes his fingers across his hair and picks up his phone once again, scrolling through his contacts. Boring. There's a list of names he's not sure how it got there. for the next ten minutes, he goes through his contact list and deletes those unnecessary people. When he sees that specific name, he taps on it and presses the device against his ear. Now he waits while staring into the ceiling. he's thrown his head back, allowing the ends of his hair to flow backward. He could really use some cheering up right now. Before the real storm decides to waltz in on his life. Like always, they don’t answer on the first call. a frown falls on his lips
