It happened the day I got my cell phone.
I had just left the T-Mobile store with my new, cherry red myTouch. I obviously wanted to start using it because my ancient Samsung was making it difficult to even make a call. As soon as I got home, I immediately opened it and got started on getting it to work. After leaving it to recharge as the manual said, I left to go do homework. A few minutes later, I got the call.
It was around four in the afternoon. I heard my lame ringtone and immediately went downstairs. Thinking it was my best friend, Britt Jameson, I answered.
"Hey, B," I answered.
"Hello?" a more masculine voice said.
That was most definitely not Britt.
"Who is this?" I asked.
He answered, "Sorry, I think I dialed the wrong number."
Now this was where we would normally part ways, apologizing for inconveniencing the other person for having to answer their phone. Instead, this anonymous person didn't want me to leave when I said okay, goodbye. He asked if I could just continue talking.
That freaked me out.
"Why?" I demanded to know, hoping to hang up as soon as I heard incoherent babbling or a series of 'ums' followed by an 'I don't know.'
"I can't say, Nicole." he answered.
Nicole?
I sighed. "Well since you're going to force me to talk to you, you might as well get my name right. It's Evelyn." I informed him. I took out the charger and plopped a seat on the couch in the living room. I heard a 'Nick! Baby, where are you?' in the background and laughed. He didn't want to deal with his girlfriend so he was using random girl. I couldn't blame her. The girl sounded like a ditz.
"Sorry, Evelyn," he said. "Just trying to—"
"Baby, who are you talking to?"
"A friend," Nick told her.
"So you're Nick?" I asked.
"What was that, Evelyn?" he questioned, ignoring my question. I heard footsteps as he walked away and his girlfriend in the background, demanding to know more about Evelyn, his friend. I wished I could see what was happening. It sounded priceless.
"I asked if your name was Nick." I repeated for him. My brother, Todd came into the room. He was back from soccer practice. He dropped his bag next to my feet and went upstairs, ignoring me.
"Yeah," he said. "Listen, thanks for doing this. I was trying to call my brother, but my phone froze and ended up dialing you."
This was no surprise to me. I, Evelyn Hart, was the victim of accidental phone calls. I had gotten a call from Julia Roberts one time, no lie, asking if I was the casting director for her next movie. Anyone could imagine what happened the minute I screamed Julia Roberts was on the line.
"No problem. Well is she gone?" I asked.
"Nicky! Tell your friend I said hi!"
I guess not.
"My girlfriend says hi." he relayed.
"Cool?"
I heard him laugh. "All right, well, I'll talk to you again sometime, Evelyn."
I highly doubted it. "All right," I told him and finally I could say, "goodbye."