"Honey, I asked you not to talk to that—"
"SHUT UP!" Mike screamed at his mother. "She did a hell lot better job of cheering me up than you!"
"Sorry, honey I am NOT going to dress like a slut and masturbate to you over the phone!" his mother yelled back.
"…"
"Michael, she has probably slept with lots of guys. Michael you need to stop thinking about that slut—" She stared at her son. She had never seen him strike a girl before. She rubbed her cheek from where he struck her. She calmly grabbed the phone and left. She wasn't going to let some dumb girl ruin her son anymore.
A few weeks passed. Mike surprised everyone at how he looked so nice so fast. He felt better. He couldn't wait to get home. He went to phone. It was gone. He looked finding all the phones were gone. He walked back to his room. He took off his scarf and threw it across the room. He wanted to just lie on his bed and die. He saw his cellphone; he felt a rush of joy. It died seconds later realizing he didn't have her number. He sat on his bed. He turned on his phone. He saw twelve missed calls. He dialed the number and it ran.
"Hello?" he heard a girl's voice.
"Hello?" He heard it hang up. He started crying. His phone rang. He answered it. "Hello?"
"Sorry Mike, I am in London. You have any idea how much it would cost you to talk to me?"
"Lucy?"
"Yeah Mike it's me. You feeling any better?"
"Yeah, I don't look like shit."
"Cool you have Skype?"
"What?"
"S-K-Y-P-E Search it on Google and download it!"
"Why?"
"Just do it!"
"ok" Mike said. After it downloaded he said "What now?"
"Make account, something not stupid."
"MikeWaScott?"
"Yeah that works, M-I-K-E-W-A-S-C-O-T-T"
"Why are you repeating it? I am getting call?"
"Answer it! Look good!"
"Ok" Mike whipped his face and put his scarf on and answered. He saw the same dog he saw after the play.
"Hello, Michael."
"Hello"
"Now, Luce this is the guy?"
"Yeah this is him" Lucy said.
"Well if what you said it true. I just need to ask you some questions Michael."
"Ok"
"Alright…." Charles asked several questions. "Ok, I like your answers. Now, I need to speak with your mother."
"Michael, what are you doing?" his mother stormed in. "Who is that?"
"He wants to talk to you." Mike said.
"Michael, would you leave the room please? I want to speak with your mother."
"Yeah" Mike left the room.
"Who are you?" his mother asked.
"Charles, ma'am. I am music producer, Luce… I mean Lucy's music producer. I have an idea I would like to share with you."
Mike waited out in the hall minutes later his mother came out. She signaled him to go in. She closed the door behind him. He heard her walk downstairs. He sat down at his computer.
"Now Michael, Lucy has given me this idea. I am not 100% fond of it. But I think it would not hurt."
"What idea?"
"Once we return to America. We will fly you LA. And you will be spending the summer with us, mostly Lucy."
"What? Really?"
"After pulling some teeth, I got your mother's ok. So what do you say?"
"Yes!"
"Alright. Well start packing your bags. I will see you again in two weeks. Ok, sorry to keep you waiting so long princess." Charles said getting up. Lucy sat down at the chair.
"Hey Mike" she smiled. She saw Mike turn a light red. "Oh" She blushed cover her exposed stomach with her arms. "Sorry about that" she blushed.
"Uh… no problem?"
"Well Mike I am really excited! You get to spend the whole summer with me! I am really excited. But…"
"But what?"
"I was kind of surprised you actually wanted to some spend time with me…" Lucy said looking a little down.
"Lucy…"
"Yeah?"
"I miss you… I am just stupid."
"Mike, don't say that."
"No it's true. Lucy you have always been a good friend to me. And I guess… I took advantage of that."
"Mike…"
"So… Lucy?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have boyfriend?"
"WHAT?"
"I was just asking. I think it would kind of awkward."
"I don't Mike."
"Really?"
"You find that hard to believe?"
"Well…"
"Mike, are you—"
"Just curious!"
"Ok…"
"I am really looking forward to seeing you."
"Same… well I got to go. See you in a couple of weeks." Lucy said then ended the call.