Wednesday again! Not a bad day, I must say. Here's chappy 3 of Phonecall. Enjoy!

Spinning. Spinning. Spinning.

*rewing rewing*

*rewing rewing*
The phone rings and I am awake.
For some reason, my old 'teddy'- a tie-dye T-Rex- seems to keep staring at me.
I pick up the phone, wishing like a naive little school-girl that it's him.
"Hello, Laura?"
My Mum's voice.
Johnny doesn't know my number.
I force some cheeriness into my voice. "Hiya, Mumzy! What's up?"
We chat about trivial things, such as how I was doing, how my school was, how work was. Things that bored me on most days. I love my Mum, don't get me wrong, but...
Trivial things seem less trivial when I'm talking to Him.
I don't know why.
"Well, I'm glad you're doing alright, Laura."
"Yeah, so am I, Mumz."
She chuckled. "Don't be such a wise-ass. I'll call again next week, okay?"
"Okay, Mom. Ciao."
"'Bye."
Spinning. Spinning. Spinning.
The world turns as hours pass.
The sun begins to set and my stomache yells at me.
I put the phone back into it's cradle and glance back at my 'teddy'. Was he laughing?
*Nah,* I told myself. *You're still not used to living alone yet, Laura...*
The particular breed of human I spawn from craves human interaction.
It also despises it.
I can't be around people.
But I also cannot be alone.
The emptiness scares me.
I am good at making friends. They are good people. They are not quite like the friends I had back in my closed little community. My home.
We keep in touch.
But it's not the same.
Talking to Johnny is almost like talking to those friends. In a way.
Too bad I can't call him when I am fully consious.
Oh, well.
I do sleep dial him nearly every other night. Over the last 3 months I have called Johnny no less 50 times. For the majority of the last 3 months, I have been getting the crappiest sleep ever.
Dark shadows beneath my eyes clearly visible.
My stomache is constantly screaming at me for the disrupted sleep-cycle, which also effects the way the organs function.
My grades have yet to plummet, but that is because I am still taking my concentration meds.
That, and the homework for my school sets deadlines for art, so it's not nearly as bad as what I used to have to put up with.
And you know, I can't really help it. I sleep dial. I tried unplugging the phone one night to try to get more sleep.
I plugged it back in while I slept.
My mind craves the conversations I have with Johnny. That's my only theory. The only reason that makes any sense at all to me.
As much sense as that is...
And Johnny helps ease that craving.
Spinning. Spinning. Spinning.
The world turns. I eat.
Eventually, I lose sense of the world turning.
*rewing rewing*
The phone rings, and I am asleep.

"Hello, Laura?"
He waited. He heard her voice mumbling.
He had dialed her number.
He didn't know how.
He heard her voice.
She didn't answer.
Of course.
Laura slept.
He didn't.
She could always reach him.
But he could never seem to reach her.
Even when He tried.
"Hey, Laura."
She had picked up the phone, had spoken, but she did not awaken.
"Laura. Wake up."
*rshawwwww*
She breathed into the phone.
He sighed through his nose and his muscles loosened.
*Life never works how you want it to.*
No, no it does not.
"Nevermind. Good night, Laura."
He placed the phone in its' cradle and sat back in his couch.
He tried to relax.
[Nny, you want to talk to her badly, don't you?]
"I don't know what I want, Meat," he replied. "And I prefer it this way."
[What is this Little Laura to you, Nny? A friend, or a way to pass the time?]
He glared at Reverend Meat. "You might as well be asking the same question, because my answer isn't changing."
[You've become boring, Nny. You should live more. Acknowledge what little sensation you have. Build on it. Let it grow.]
"That is not what I wa-" He stopped himself from uttering That Word.
[Cutting yourself off from want is not what you need. Humans need want. Without it, you'd be so much less than human.]
"Then let me be inhuman. Let me be less than human."
Meat chuckled ironically. [Then you wouldn't be able to talk to Little Miss Laura, would you? Or is that what you Want? To not be able to talk to another intelligent human being?]
"I don't Want anything!" Johnny yelled. "I don't even...Want to Want."
[In other words, you Want to not Want.]
Johnny hated that word.
Johnny hated that Word.
He oh so hated That Word.
But he had nothing to say to that. He did Want to not Want.
But his mind craved intelligent conversation.
Laura helped to ease that craving.
Helped ease the Want.
So he waited for her to call him. Same as normal.
He'd already forgotten the number he had dialed, anyways.