For my friend M'beth, who gave me her phone so I can get some of this stupidity out. Grammar is crap. My spacebar is messed up. Oh well. FIRST RENT FIC!
Roger sat down and put his guitar on his lap, as his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Reaching into the chest pocket of his coat, he pulled out the red and black piece of technology. Flipping out the lid, he looked at the text. It was Mimi, who has downstairs with her pants.
'Hey' Now was his time to be strange.
'Hey babeh ZOM-B!' Downstairs she must be wondering what he was smoking.
'Wassup?'
'Being sexy ZOM-B!' She was definitely thinking that he was insane.
'Awesome' There was a silly little emoticon tagged on the end of it.
'? 'Was soon to follow.
'You already know ZOM-B!' Roger could swear that he heard her coming upstairs. Good thing Mark wasn't home today.
'Kay then' She wrote back. He heard steps upstairs, and didn't bother to reply. He was too busy finding a good hiding spot. Wasting her time was dangerous. She liked to bug people.
"Who's my woman?" She yelled, after unlocking the door. Roger stayed under the couch. He took out a piece of scrap paper that was under his couch for some reason, and used a crayon to write a ransom note.
"Roger, now that I know that you are hiding under the couch. Don't make me phone Mark."
Mimi then started for the door, and Roger came out as soon as she was downstairs.
'ZOM-B!'
HeHH