"You put the wrong number in my phone, Donnie!" Raphael announced angrily once everyone was back at the lair. "What are you talking about?" Donatello gave his brother a confused and slight unimpressed look. "Mikey's number; you put in the wrong number, egghead," the red-masked turtle threw his T-phone at him. Donatello blinked in surprise. "That's not possible. You're in our central contact system; it gets all the same numbers from my personal database on my laptop. You have the same number as us." "Hate to break it to you, but you're wrong," Raphael's arms crossed over the front of his shell.
"I can't be," Donatello unlocked the phone and scrolled through the contacts. As he expected, Michelangelo's number was the same as the one programmed in his system. "See, Raph? It's the same number as the rest of us have. That's Mikey's phone number." "You don't believe me? I'll prove it!" He angrily snatched the T-phone back. "Prove what?" Leonardo and Michelangelo had joined them by now. "Doctor Dorkinstein here gave me the wrong number for Mikey's phone." "Really?" Michelangelo blinked puzzled. "Yeah! Here, look," Raphael's big green finger pressed the call button. The others waited only to see Raphael's phone calling someone, but Michelangelo's phone wasn't ringing. They perked up when someone on the side finally answered. "Stop calling me! I told you I'm not Mikey!" It sounded like a girl; a very pissed off girl.
"See?!" Raphael hung up and turned to give Donatello a glare. "Who was that?" The youngest asked wide-eyed. "Some girl named Charlie. She answered when I tried calling you back when we were separated." "Whoa! You got a girl's number, dude!" "How… how is that possible?!" Donatello gasped in disbelief, instantly grabbing Raphael's phone to check the number again; it still was the same as all theirs. "This shouldn't be; it's the same as the one programmed into my system." "Could it be a glitch?" Leonardo suggested. "It's possible… but I don't know how to fix it or what the problem even is. I could reprogram Mikey's number into the system; that might do something."
Charlie's P.O.V.-
I was getting ready to go to school. I lived in a campus building near my high school; it was a boarding school in the middle of downtown. While rubbing one of those Lush massage bars all over myself- I love Lush- my phone was playing my all-time favorite song: B-A-B-Y by Carla Thomas. I first heard it in that movie Baby Driver and adored it ever since. It was in the middle of the song when it suddenly stopped; imagine my utter frustration at the sight of that same dreaded number yet again.
Sighing annoyedly, I pressed the talk button. I'd had it up to here with whoever this jerk was; why couldn't he get it through his head that he had the wrong number? Or maybe he was doing this on purpose; who knows. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind but before I could say anything more yelling came from his end. "Don't call her again!" I recognized that voice. "I'm checking to see if it worked!" That one was new. It was obvious that he wasn't talking to me, at least right now. "Did Mikey's phone ring, genius!?" "Hey! At least I'm trying to fix it! You should thank me!" "Thank you?! This is all your fault! You and your stupid homemade phones!" "Now come on guys, don't fight," a third voice spoke. Huh, I think they finally realized their mistake… and have yet to fix it.
All anger suddenly melted in me, knowing that they were trying to make it better at least. I didn't even know if they knew I was currently on the other line. "Uh, hi?" Sudden silence. "Hello?" I tried again. "Who's that?" One asked. "That's Charlie, you idiot. I told you it was her number!" "Oh! Oooooooh; yes, I see." Then they hung up. Well….. that was… interesting. Even though I was not mad anymore, I still debated blocking the number. It seemed like the rational thing to do. It seemed right….. but I didn't. I don't know why but I didn't. And thank god I didn't, though I wouldn't know this until much later.
No One's P.O.V.-
"I can't seem to change it," Donatello admitted in defeat. "So, it's stuck this way? I can never call Mikey?" Raphael asked frustrated. "Until I figure out what's going on, no; it doesn't look that way." "Oh great! Now I have some random girl's number programmed into my phone for who knows how long." "Awe, that's not so bad, Raph," Michelangelo cooed, only to earn a glare from his older brother. "Can't you just delete it, Donnie?" Leonardo asked. "No, and yes; I've already tried changing it. But I can't delete it from Raph's phone without deleting it from the system. Just don't call that number, Raph." "Yeah, don't call her," the eldest repeated to Raphael.
"You think I wanna call her?! I don't even know her!" "But we could get to know her," Michelangelo considered the situation with a wide grin on his face. He'd never pass up the potential to make a new friend, especially when it was so easy. "She's just a wrong number; that's all," Leonardo said. "Yeah; trying to be friends with her now would be really creepy," Donatello rolled his eyes. "Awe, but she has Raph's number now!"
All three turtles blinked in sudden realization. That's right, she does; she had access into Donatello's high-tech system. This was slightly worrying….. or really worrying. No one said anything for a moment, just quietly glancing at each other with concerned expressions. "I-It should be fine," Donatello finally said. "How do you know?" Raphael shot back. "She doesn't know anything. You didn't tell her your name, did you?" "Do you think I'm stupid?" "Then it'll be ok. I'll fix the system as soon as I can, and so long as you don't call her, that should be the end of it." "It better be."