Rex woke abruptly to the sound of a ringing telephone. He groggily wiped
the sleepiness from his eyes and searched for the never-ending ringing
phone. Who could be calling him this early in the morning on a Saturday?
"Hello?" he asked inquisitively.
"Rex, are you still sleeping?" the deep male voice on the line asked.
"Shawn? Where are you?" he questioned. He scanned the room searching for his roommate, but he was nowhere to be found.
"I'm waiting for you," he answered briefly.
"Waiting for me? What do you mean?" He was a tad confused as to why Shawn was waiting for him.
"Don't you remember our little conversation this morning?"
"Shawn, what are you talking about?"
"Let me refresh your memory. This morning I asked you if you wanted me to wait for you so that we could tackle Mr. Cuccione's English lit. class together."
"Why would we be going to lit. class? It's Saturday. Isn't it?" He leaped out of his bed and turned went to his computer screen. He heard Shawn chuckle in the background.
"It's Friday buddy," Shawn informed him. "Might I add that you have about ten minutes before class starts. You don't want to ruin your squeaky clean record, do you?" he said imitating one of Rex's goals in life.
Rex didn't have time to say goodbye. He hung up the phone and raced around the room trying to find a clean pair of clothes.
Shawn's sloppy behavior had rubbed off on him and he was now regretting that he had adopted this untidy way of life. He had to get to class on time so that he could maintain a clean record. He had never once been tardy to any of his lessons and he wasn't about to begin now.
Now if only he could find some pants under the mass of clothing that had piled on the center of the floor.
"Hello?" he asked inquisitively.
"Rex, are you still sleeping?" the deep male voice on the line asked.
"Shawn? Where are you?" he questioned. He scanned the room searching for his roommate, but he was nowhere to be found.
"I'm waiting for you," he answered briefly.
"Waiting for me? What do you mean?" He was a tad confused as to why Shawn was waiting for him.
"Don't you remember our little conversation this morning?"
"Shawn, what are you talking about?"
"Let me refresh your memory. This morning I asked you if you wanted me to wait for you so that we could tackle Mr. Cuccione's English lit. class together."
"Why would we be going to lit. class? It's Saturday. Isn't it?" He leaped out of his bed and turned went to his computer screen. He heard Shawn chuckle in the background.
"It's Friday buddy," Shawn informed him. "Might I add that you have about ten minutes before class starts. You don't want to ruin your squeaky clean record, do you?" he said imitating one of Rex's goals in life.
Rex didn't have time to say goodbye. He hung up the phone and raced around the room trying to find a clean pair of clothes.
Shawn's sloppy behavior had rubbed off on him and he was now regretting that he had adopted this untidy way of life. He had to get to class on time so that he could maintain a clean record. He had never once been tardy to any of his lessons and he wasn't about to begin now.
Now if only he could find some pants under the mass of clothing that had piled on the center of the floor.