Hey guys! I'm back. I haven't written anything in a while and this is something that has been on my mind. I am so pleased with how well Wrong Number turned out that I have written this companion piece. I hope you guys enjoy it.

This story is from Troy's POV. I thought we would get an inside look at how he was feeling through everything. I know it starts off a little slow, but as the drama escalates and we learn more about him, I promise it will pick up. I'm really excited about this and hope you all like it as much as I do. I'm still in the process of writing it, but will try to have it up as quickly as I can!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING.

CHAPTER 1

I had just finished with my show for the night and was completely exhausted but not ready to go to bed.

I headed back to my hotel room and fixed myself a drink. I sat on the couch unwinding from the day and trying not to think about the days ahead. I was ready for a break. I loved my job and enjoyed interacting with all my fans. But sometimes it was too much and I felt like there was something missing in my life.

I had been sitting there for quite some time, enjoying the silence, consuming glass after glass of alcohol. I knew I was wasted, but I didn't want to just sit here the entire night by myself. I decided to call my friend John. I just needed someone to talk to. I went to my room and pulled a slip of paper out of the jacket pocket that had his number on it.

I dialed the number. I waited as it continued to ring over and over. Finally someone answered, but what surprised me was voice I heard answer on the other end of the phone. It wasn't a male's voice, it was a woman's, and she wasn't happy.

"Who the hell is this and what do you want?"

I moved the phone away from me and stared at it a moment before answering. "I'm sorry I woke you, but I'm looking for John."

"John? There's no John here," the woman snapped at me. Well obviously someone needs their beauty rest.

I picked up the paper that had John's number scribbled on it. "This is 937-555-1820, right?"

"Yes, but there's no John here. And if you were going to prank me, you could have come up with something better than that." "Pardon?" I asked, confused."Why not ask for Mr. Pedaso? You know, first name Stu," the woman suggested.

"I'm not pranking you, and I don't know a Stu Ped…" I stopped and laughed. "That was good, that was very good."

"Thank you," she mumbled. "But there's no John here, really."

"This was the number he gave me, I swear," I said, scratching my head, wondering why John would give me a number that wasn't his.

"He gave you a wrong number."

I heard a click signaling the woman had hung up on me. I still felt bad for waking her up and upsetting her. I felt that I needed to apologize, and she didn't give me the opportunity to. I picked up the paper again and dialed the number once again.

After a few rings, I heard her pick up the phone again. "Look, I…"

"Honest, I'm not pranking you, and I just wanted to tell you I'm very sorry." I said, trying to sound as sincere as possible.

"Ok, so you're sorry. And this isn't a prank call. Could you have at least waited until a decent hour to call back and apologize?" she asked.

I walked into the bedroom of my hotel suite and flopped down on the bed. "Perhaps because I've had a bit much to drink, and was afraid that I would forget at a decent hour."

"Ok, apology accepted. My alarm goes off in two hours," she replied.

I grinned at this admission and interrupted what she was saying. "Wonderful! So you have time to chat."

"You don't even know who I am, I don't know who you are, why would I want to chat with you?" she asked. I could hear amusement in her voice.

"Well… I know you're not John," I said, still smiling. What was it about this woman that I was finding so intriguing? I wasn't ready for her to hang up yet. "So what is your name?"

"Not telling," she said, sounding a lot like a child. "Who are you?"

"Well that's an odd name… and a lame joke to go along with it. 'Ello Not Telling, nice to make your acquaintance."

"Oh, that was bad," she laughed, a musical sound. "And you are?"

"I'm not John," I started.

"You can't be Not John, I'm Not John," she interrupted, still giggling.

"You can't be Not John because you're Not Telling," I corrected her.

"Ok, fine, I'll be Not Telling, and you can be Not John."

"Right. I'm Not John. Well, except I know Johns, lots of them, some of them it's their last name, kinda… but I'm not that John." I was rambling now…I blame it on the alcohol and complete exhaustion. I knew I should just let this woman get back to bed so she could live her life and I could go on with mine. But I found myself actually beginning to enjoy this conversation, even if it was with a complete stranger. There was something about being able to talk to a person and them not treat me as the person I've become, letting all the fame that I've gained effect how they see me.

"What?" she asked. I could hear the confusion in her voice.

"I'm not that John," I explained. "And, ok not technically a John, or that kind of john either, or the other, but…what? Why are you laughing?" I paused as she continued to laugh at me. "Ok, fine we'll just stick to the original… you're Not Telling, and I'm Not John. Except I am, in this conversation…"

"Just not that John," she repeated. "And not really a John at all. Is it your middle name?"

"Nope," I replied.

"Ok, I think I've got it," she replied.

"And now you know more about me than I do you, soooooooo, so, yeah, right, um…what was I saying? Not Telling and Not John, right… are you alright there?"

"I dunno, I'm talking to a stranger in the middle of the night who's probably some freakish stalker and…"

"And what?" I asked, feeling like I was talking to a friend who I did this with on a normal basis.

"And laughing more than I have in ages," she admitted.

"Right, right… I'm good for a laugh, so I've been told." I trailed off as I thought of all the fun times I used to have before my job got in the way. "Look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be bothering you like this, you're right. It's the middle of the night, and the wrong number, like you said."

"Wait… John?"

"Not John," I corrected, then laughed softly thinking how silly it sounded. "I'll have to remember that one."

"Christine," she said suddenly. "And you don't have to go, really."

"Christine…that's beautiful," I softly said, taking another sip of my drink.

"But not really Christine, and the joke can only go that far because I don't think anything else is called Christine… except that car, and I'm not a car. It's my middle name."

"Your middle name… how nice, now I know something about you." I took another sip of my drink, thinking again about how I was bothering a complete stranger at an ungodly hour. "Again, I apologize for waking you. Goodnight Not Telling."

"Good night, Not John." I hung up the phone, wishing for more time like that. Oh how I wished life could go back to those simple times when I didn't have to worry about being serious all the time or when I could actually go out and have fun. What ever happened to all the friends I had? Oh that's right…I shoved them away every time I crawled away in my hole after ever bad break up…first Jess, then Elizabeth. After Elizabeth that was the end for them. They were fed up with being shoved away. Those that had stuck it out with me were too far away anyway to be able to hang out and have fun. And thus began my complicated life of wishing for do-overs and simplicity.

I finally got to sleep, but didn't sleep long. I had to get up and get packing to the next city for my show that night.

The day was long and I was already exhausted and I hadn't even had my show yet. But all day I couldn't stop thinking about the woman on the phone last night. Just thinking about it made me smile. Throughout the day I had several people stop me and ask me what was up that was making me smile so much. I just tried to brush it off like nothing. I wanted to talk to her again, though.

That evening when I finally got a small break, I took out that small slip of paper and my phone, hesitant at first to bother her again. But something inside of me was craving to talk to her again, to hear her voice one more time. What was it about her? I couldn't pin point it, but there was something about her that pulled me in.

I dialed the number and smirked when I heard her answer the phone almost immediately.

"I'm still not drinking tonight."

"I didn't know drinking was a requirement." I waited, but received no response. "Are you still there, or have you hung up on me?"

"I'm here," she replied, quickly. "Hello, Not John."

"Ah, it is you. 'Ello Not Telling; I was concerned that perhaps I'd gotten the wrong number… or the right one this time…or the incorrect wrong number."

"Are you angry with me?" she asked.

"No, of course not," I answered, confused about what would cause me to become angry with her. "I was afraid you were angry with me."

"I was just wondering why you hung up so quickly."

"So you could sleep. You sounded exhausted."

"Liar."

"What?" I exclaimed, and heard her melodious laughter.

"You so didn't care if I was tired."

"You hurt me with your words, Not Telling. And how would you know whether or not I was concerned? You don't know me, remember?"

"I'm glad you called again," she admitted.

I allowed myself a small smile at first, but then thought to all the other people who have left me in this lifetime. Or those who were just too far away at the moment to really matter. "Are you, really?"

"Yes," I heard her quiet answer. "And, just for the record, I didn't go back to sleep."

"So I could have kept you on the phone as long as I wanted then? Damn, so much for chivalry."

"Just until I had to get ready for work."

"So what time do you work tomorrow?" I asked.

"I don't; I have the day off."

"Perfect. So I can call you later?"

"You can't stay on now?"

"Hell no, I need my sleep." I couldn't even survive making the joke without laughing. I took a breath and continued, "I'm sorry… I actually have somewhere I have to be. I didn't want to phone you late if it would make you angry."

"That's sweet… not that you gave a damn last night." We both laughed at the comment. "Did you get ahold of John?"

"Uh…no, no I haven't. I may have just gotten the numbers backwards; I'm horrible with that."

"It's not always a bad thing."

"No it isn't."

I thought about what she was saying. Did she mean she was actually enjoying our conversations like I was? I didn't ponder over it too long before I looked at my watch.

"Damn… I have to go now. Are you sure it's alright?"

"Positive."

"Alright then… until later, Not Telling." I smiled as I said those words, knowing that I'd be able to get through the rest of my night with the knowledge that I would be talking to her again soon.

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