(The plotline and some of the name are taken from my life, so that's where I got that from. Otherwise, just read, enjoy, and message me with your ideas and stuff. Thanks!!!)

"Who's calling?" Kendra screams across the room, making me and Lucille burst out in laughter. I look at the Caller ID. It says, 'STEVENS, FRANK'

"It says, 'Stevens, Frank,'" I said. "Oh my god!!" Lucille squeals. "What?" Kendra and I ask in unison. "The cutest guy in the frickin' school is calling you, Adie!!" Lucille screams. I try and think whom that guy could be, all the while, the phone ringing. "Well, answer the phone, you doof!" Kendra screams in to my ear, nearly breaking it. "Fine!" I say, pressing the talk button. "Everybody quiet," I said the Lucille and Kendra, who were practically squealing with excitement.

"Hello?" I say in my cheeriest voice to the other side.

"Yeah, is this the Brooks' residence?" I heard a guy's voice ask.

"Yes, who is this?" I ask, curious.

"Oh, it's Cameron, from Adrienne's biology class, can I speak to her?" Cameron asked. Oh. My. God. It WAS Cameron, the cutest guy in the whole frickin' school. "It IS him!" I whisper, and the girls get all squealy. I shush them.

"This is Adrienne," I say into the receiver.

"Oh, hi, Adrienne," Cameron says in his cute British accent.

"Hi, Cameron," I say, butterflies fluttering in my stomach like moths to a light. I take a deep breath with my hand over the receiver. I hear a faint, "Hello?" from the other end, and decide I should take the call, not just hang up on the poor guy. But the thing is, he isn't poor at all. He's far from it, I must say.

"So, that biology test was pretty hard today, I thought," Cameron said casually. He called to talk. That's strange. Strange, but totally awesome!! "He just wants to chat," I whisper to the girls, who are now bouncing in place AND squealing.

"Yeah. But at least Mrs. Safi was nice enough to give the kids who didn't finish some time tomorrow before lunch. That test is a major part of our final grade," I told him.

"A girl who's concerned with her grades, I like that," he said, making me blush and giggle.

"Yeah. How abut you? Do you, like, work to maintain that A average of yours? It must be hard. Well, duh, I only have a C," I said.

"Well, if you're having trouble in biology, then maybe I could help you. You know, like, student tutoring," Cameron said, I thought he was trying to flirt with me. Can you really successfully flirt over the phone?!

"So, how about I come over tomorrow after school? We can kick back, study, and then there's a place I want to show you. That is, if you can leave the house," Cameron asked, a hint of deviousness in his voice.

"Ooh, tomorrow doesn't really work for me," I said, "I'm busy, like, the entire school week with activities, so does Saturday work for you?" I asked, trying to add a hint of flirting.

I guess Cameron got the hint. "Oh, well, I have a game Saturday, but I'm free after noon," Cameron says. I totally forgot Cameron was on the school's soccer team. I had never seen him play. In fact, I had never seen the team play, I was always busy with other school stuff.

"Oh, well, it just so happens that my mom is going out to lunch with a few friends, and I'll have the house to myself. I'll have to ask, but I'm sure she'll say yes. My mom is a sucker for doing anything that will help me out in school," I explained.

"Great," Cameron says, "I'll meet you by the North goal at 1:00. My car is closer," he says.

"Yeah, sure. I'll just have my friend drive me there," I say happily.

"What? You don't have your own car? Poor little Adrienne, she doesn't have a car," Cameron teases.

"Yes, I have a car, you idiot!! Of course I have a car!! What a stupid thing to think!" I tease back.

"Oh. Well, if you have a car, then how come you're not driving it to meet me?" he asks.

"Because if I drove my car there, it would be left there because we're taking your car," I argue playfully.

"Oh, she's a smart one," Cameron says sarcastically, "Why are we taking my car? Why can't you just drive your car to the stadium, meet me there, and then we both drive back on our own cars?" he proposes.

"Clever," I say, "But not clever enough. You see, I might have a little crush on you, and I suggested that so I know you wouldn't have a half-naked girl crouching in the back seat," I continue. I just realized what I had just said. I had just told Cameron that I liked him. I felt like such an ass. And the worst part is, I can't take it back. Oh, damn, why didn't I listen to my teacher when she told me that I should watch what I tell certain guys?!

"What was that?" Cameron asked. I didn't listen to the rest of what he had to say, I just hastily thought of a way to say goodbye, and then acted on it.

"Hey, great. So I'll meet you ny the North goal at 1:00 on Saturday. See you tomorrow!" I said hastily. I pressed the off button, and stared at my friends. Lucille had on a look that said, 'What the HELL did you just do?!' and Kendra had on a look that said, 'What the F**K did you just do?!' "Whoops," was all I could think of to say. All I really wanted to do right now was hide my face in a pillow, and disappear. I felt like the biggest ass in the entire world.

"What did you just do?!" Kendra screamed. "I don't know!" I screamed back at her.

"Now, just a minute," Lucille butted in, "Let's look at this calmly and rationally." She took a pause. Then she took a deep breath and screamed, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO?! YOU JUST BLEW YOUR ENTIRE COVER!!! WHAT IS CAMERON GOING TO THINK OF YOU NOW?!" about 10 times louder than Kendra could ever scream in her entire life, even if she tried. I just stared Lucille in the face with such an angry look, that after staring at her with minimal blinking for about 5 minutes, I started to cry.

"Adie, don't. You know that when you cry, I cry, and when I cry, Luce cries, and when we all cry, we could flood the house, so please stop crying!" she yells, tears coming to her eyes. I stopped crying for about 30 seconds, smiled at Kendra, and then started laughing. Yes, I was laughing. Once I was laughing, I saw Kendra had stopped crying and had a tiny smile on her face. After maybe a minute, Kendra was laughing with me, and Lucille had a smile on her face that was trying to conceal her laughter. Sure enough, real soon, Lucille just bursts out with laughter, making Kendra and I laugh even harder. We all laugh for about 5 minutes, until my mom comes through the door, and asks,

"What's so funny, girls?" We look at her, and I say, "Oh, it's a teenage thing, Mom. You wouldn't understand," and continue to laugh, but just subtly.