since today is my birthday I decided to give you guys to chapters! 1 edited and the other brand new never seen before!

hope you all like them! Happy Ramadan!

Chapter 3: Rotary Phone?

I had just put my bags on my bed when I heard a car speeding towards the house. I moved the curtains aside to stare outside just in time to see a black minivan coming to a halt a couple of inches away from where Hannah was playing. I swear I almost had a mini heart attack. I rushed down the stairs to check on her. I dropped on my knees to be on an eye level with Hannah.

"Hey, you al right, honey? Are you hurt?" I asked my hands running over her body to check for any injures. She giggled.

"Silly, Jamie! I'm okay!" I sighed in relief, pushing her hair back and cupping her face.

"a close call though," Mrs. Pearson muttered, shooting a death glare to a chubby man talking with Mr. Pearson, before making her way to the house with her bags in hand.

"Long time no see, Bethany" I felt a tap on my shoulder. I stood up to be faced with a tall blonde haired boy with full lips and bright blue eyes. "Either you had a lot of plastic surgeries or you're not Beth!"

I flashed a smile, "nah, not Bethany, thank god for that!" I raised my right hand to shake his, "I'm Jamie, a friend of Tom's"

His smile grew, "nice to meet you, I'm Jake"

"Yo. Jake, where do you want us to take these" a set of twins came up each holding a bag.

"Twins come and meet Jamie," Jake said, more like commanded.

"Hey, what' up?" they greeted. I waved at hem in greeting.

"You want helping with your bags?" Jake asked me. The Twins exchanged puzzled looks.

I smiled, "just one, I can get it myself though, but thanks anyway!" he waved his hand dismissively.

"None sense," he started making his way to Mr. Person's car and opened the trunk. I jogged after him. "So which one, is it?" I pointed to the purple one.

"Since when do you carry bags?" one twin said.

"You don't even carry yours!" the other said.

Jake gave them a look that screamed 'shut up or else!' as he pulled my bag out, "lead the way, Jamie"

I went inside with Jake and the twins followed us. I lead them up the stairs and into mine and Hannah's room. Jake put the bag with the rest of mine on my bed as he stared around the room.

"It's quiet…er... pinkish!" I giggled at this, staring around. The room was in fact, pink. The walls, the curtains, the bed sheets, all colored in powder pink. But the dresser and the door for the walk in closet were white.

"Yeah, it is a bit too much isn't it?!"

He chuckled, "just a little!" I smiled.

"So, thanks for helping me with my bag,"

"No, beggy! See you around," he flashed me a smile before walking out.

"See ya!"

An hour later, I hear a frantic banging and muffled shouts coming from up where the attic is suppose to be. I made my way up there only to be met by an amusing sight. Jake and Tom were banging on the window probably locked outside while the twins were arguing about who should open the window. Hannah was just standing there, clutching onto her stuffed animal while staring horrifically at the window… no at the grass hopped on the window frame. I shook my head as I made my way to the window, blew on the green bug to make it hop away and unlocked the window.

Jake and Tom came crashing in both out of breath. "Everybody, downstairs, NOW!" shouted Tom jumping into action.
I sent him a confused look, "what going on?"
"No time to explain," Jake pushed me in front of him forcing me to run, "move! Move! MOVE!"
"What has gotten into you two?" I muttered to myself as I jogged down the stairs when, suddenly, the window's glass broke and four little green ... ALIENS? Came crashing through!
"What the..." I muttered in disbelief, but was cut off as Jake nudged me to run.
"GO! GO! GO!" Tom shouted forcing us to run faster. As soon as I passed the last step, I grabbed Hannah's small hand in mine and dragged her with me to the corner of the room. The twins were working, furiously, trying to shut the stairs. By the time Jake and Tom, literarily, crashed onto the floor, the stairs were locked. Everything became quiet and the only thing that could be heard was our quickened breathing.
Tom turned to Jake, breaking our silence, "you a Zombie?"
Jake looked at him strangely, "no!" before pausing and stared at him suspiciously, "you?"
Tom shook his head, "no"
Jake stared at him incredulously, "yeah? Prove it!"
"What do you mean prove it?"
Jake grabbed a hold of the collar of Tom's shirt slamming him on his back to the floor, "I mean PROOVE IT!"
"Jake no! STOP IT!" I cried grabbing Jake forcing him to let go of Tom.
"Let go of me," he demanded.
I grabbed his shoulders forcing him to look me strait in the eye, "he is not a Zombie! Jake none of us are!"
We had a small staring contest before he nodded his head. "Sorry!"
Before I could reply, the green aliens managed to open the stairs and start shooting at us.
Jake and I jumped to action struggling to push up while Tom and the Twins pulled at the rope, trying in vain to lock it.
"Tie it up!" Jake snapped getting frustrated as the stairs wouldn't shut.
"Can't you see were trying in here!" Tom snapped back and demanded us to push harder.
"Sorry, suckers!" Jake gritted his teeth as he gave one last big push locking the stairs, accidently cutting the nails off of one of the aliens.
Jake and I slid down, sitting on the floor back to back trying to catch our breaths. I gave him a high-five before dropping my head back onto his shoulder.
Tom gave us a determined look, "We gotta call 911!"

After we dashed down the stairs, we separated, each going to their own respected room looking for a phone.
I jumped onto my bed where by bag was and fetched for my cell phone. I found it, but there was no signal! I threw it angrily on my mattress, searching around the room for anything useful. There, on the dresser by Hannah's bed, was an old looking phone. I put the receiver to my ear and found that it works!
"You guys! This one works!"

Looks like luck is on my side today! I thought, jumping excitedly from the inside. They rushed in, surrounding me.
Lee rudely snatched the receiver from my hand, receiving a hit on the back of the head from Jake. I flashed him a smile. Lee rubbed the back of his head as he struggled to dial the numbers, but it wasn't working.
"There is no buttons in here," he exclaimed hysterically.
"What is this thing?" his twin brother, Art, demanded.
Tom grabbed the receiver from Lee, "it's a Rotary Phone," he said looking amused, "you spin it"
He put his pointer finger on the hole where the #9 was in, and span it.
We all stared, open mouthed, as the phone took years to spin back to zero.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," muttered Jake staring at the phone in disbelief.