Phone call
Schrader held the phone up to his ear--it wasn't often that the Mission President called a district. Always written letters, so this must have been urgent. He barely got out his 'hello' when he heard the tone of his voice, now holding the phone with both of his hands. "What's going on?" He listened, and turned away from the prying eyes of the other district Elders. He swallowed, listening to the words of his peer. He shook his head slightly, letting out a small "I don't understand." And he didn't, and he wouldn't during that phonecall. He felt his heart sink and his stomach drop at his words. Your parents are gone, you have no home to return to, you can stay with me at MTC. None of it really registered with him, but it couldn't have been good. He left on a good note, a 'thank you' and 'see you then' with an attached 'I guess' at the end, once the call was done. He stood there, smiled as he handed the phone to their concerned Leader and still avoided eye contact. It made him nervous, and for once, he was grateful that his companion opened his mouth. "Alrighty, now that that's over with, let's stop playing who can stay quiet the longest and play a game that actually matters?" Neeley had earned a laugh from Davis, a few glances, and a reply. "We won't be playing any games. We'll be studying, like you should be doing." Michaels practically huffed with the fierceness of a teenaged girl, moving to his place back on the couch. Everyone scattered like they usually do, and no one asked Schrader what the call was about. Not until he went to bed, where his companion opened his mouth again. "What was that call all about, man?" Schrader sighed, undressing and ignoring the question. He didn't ask again, rather, made annoying whining noises until Schrader finally gave him the answer. "I don't know. It was about my parents." He shrugged, but obviously Neeley thought it was more important than that. He stressed what was going on, and eventually got the full conversation out of him. He didn't seem phased, until Neeley said it back to him in detail. His parents had left a note on their door, it had been for William when he got back from his mission. They moved, they apologized, they said he would be a great Mormon--not like they had been. The Mission President had offered a place to him for when he returned--and even seemed to suggest that he would be coming back sooner than later. Schrader cried that night, and did not sleep. Neeley stayed with him for most of it, unaware that his snoring was slightly comforting to his companion.
