Just came up with the idea for this. I've wanted to do this but I haven't the phone or the money to waste..but these people might. R&R!
Chapter 13: BB
CD- Hello Delko
Erica- Hey, Cal wassup? Haven't spoken 2 u all day!
CD- Ntn really. It just feels kinda weird that we haven't... case sucked as usual. U?
Erica-Work and now I'm out with ma buddies for a drink. Ur not lonely r u?
CD-Naw, I think I'm gonna go and sleep
Erica-U home? Work?
CD- Just got inside the house
CD- OMG! LMAO!
Erica- Wats so funni?
CD- Y's ur name 'Erica'?
Erica- O. Idk...lol. I was tryin to put Erico or smthin but it just came out wrong.
CD- Hehe: Erica. HAHA
Eric blushed slightly at his mistake and laughed at her last text. He began to type again when he suddenly felt pairs of eye staring at him. He glanced up to his friends.
"Hey, Delko, where are you, man?" Aiden asked, "You're absent for most of the convo."
"Whatcha doing?" Robert beside him, looked over to see.
Eric hid the phone, "Nothing, alright. What were you saying?" They both eyes each other then him. They were both brothers: muscular and around his age.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing my ass, he's texting his girl friend."
"Damn it man, we haven't had an hour in this place yet. This is our time." Both friends teased and he denied it.
CD- U stil there?
CD- Hellooooo??? :(
Erica- Yeh, brb
"Let's see what she's saying..." Robert grabbed the blackberry from his palm.
"Hey, man, stop!" Eric reached for it.
"Cool it," he blocked him, "dude, you two are boring as hell!" His friend began texting and Eric punched him playfully hard on his shoulder.
"C'mon..." the two struggled over the phone.
"Need help, Rob?" his brother asked. Aiden held Eric away from his phone laughing.
"Why's your name Erica?"
Erica- Hey sexy thang. Watcha doin now?
CD- I'm cookin dinner, r u gonna eat out or come here?
Erica- I'm comin over to ur place duh, watcha cooking?
By now Eric was sighing and trying not to get furious, but Robert kept reading the texts he was sending.
CD- U want anything special?
Erica- How bout just ur hot bod in da shower, i cud tap some o dat ass
CD- Lol! Eric! we cud do that 2
The two brothers laughed.
"Oh come on, you're going too far... what did she say?" Eric worried but he didn't reply. Robert stopped talking.
CD- But ur names turnin me off. change it
Erica- u kno its me baby, & y bother waste time changin it?
CD- Tru. Wat r the guys doin? I cant believe u just ignore them.
Erica- Ur the 1 on ma mind all tha time honey - I just can't wait 2 c u tonite
CD- Aw... r'nt u afraid they'll c wat ur doin?
Erica- Wat if they r babe - wat do u think we talk about wen ur not here. Show off how much we f&^k all nite. YEH!
Calleigh immediately jumped into a sitting position on her couch and gasped. She couldn't fathom why he'd do that - to her. All she was able to do was stare at her blackberry in shock and embarrassment.
"Uh oh," Robert said.
"What?!" Eric shoved Aiden into his seat and grabbed the phone. His eyes scanned the screen anxiously. "Why'd you do that? What the hell, you know what, bye!"
Though Eric wasn't fuming and he could almost easily explain to Calleigh the problem, his friends were total pricks at times. As he walked to the parking lot he texted:
Erica- Cal? U there?
But she had already exited the chat. He attempted to call her but she didn't answer. He decided to go to the house.
ECECECECECECECECEC
He knocked at her door, a couple times infact. She always looked through the peephole even when asking who it was, so he knew that she knew he was there. Suddenly the door swung open and she appeared niether hopping mad nor nowhere pleasant.
"It wasn't me," he began calmly, "it was the guys, they uh, grabbed my phone." Calleigh looked down and sighed, her expression was quite changed when she faced him again. "Do you really believe I'd write those things?"
"No, but it was still from your phone so..." she shrugged.
"I'm sorry, they're idiots... it's no wonder they can't keep girl friends."
"Okay," she smirked, "it was either you, the guys... or Erica." They both shared a soft awkward laugh.
"So uh..." he stuttered on the spot, shaking his head, "bye."
Inevitably he felt her warm hand on his elbow pulling him inside.
"One question," she pasued at the door, "was that them all the time and is it true?"
"They stole the phone after brb and, no, I don't talk about our personal life."
"Then come inside."
