~Disclaimer: I own none of them, I'm just playing with them, and I'll be returning them when I get through. I also stake no claim to any episodes that I use for the Flashbacks. They belong to the writers and FFC. I do however own Alex Wallace, his father and his secretary Connie.~
*From now on, I'm going to put (~) around dreams.
~If you haven't found anything worth dying for, then you have never truly lived.~ Unknown
"The longer you concentrate, the less likely it is to ring." Scott said so matter-of-factly. He took a seat next to Shelby, knowning all too well that he was within striking distance. "I don't think Jeff disclosed Peter's cell number to this guy." Scott didn't want to push Shelby into telling him about Alex. Nor did he want to tell Shelby that Daisy had already told him the little that he knew. He saw the look of confusion spread over her face and he pulled her to him. He was amazed of how light she was. "Anything you want to talk about?"
Shleby took the phone off the step next to her and smiled. "Nothing I want to tell to you." She hugged him for a second. Then stood and walked into the house.
Pale, thin fingers glided over the small numbers easily. She was dialing Patty's old number. The phone rang a fewe times before a snoty female voice answered. Her voice was calm and collected, as if she were still sixteen and lying in the livingroom waiting for Patty to come back with with the take-out. "I need to speak to Alex." Shelby said bluntly. She didn't care how she sounded to the lady, or how she must have looked to Auggie and Juliet. They both had been watching her like a hawk since she came inside. Maybe they thought she would break. There was a rustle of papers, a distinct male voice, then the woman told her that he was unavailable to recieve calls. "I know he's there. I heard him." Shelby hoisted herself onto the white counter and pulled her legs up in front of her, cuddling her knees. "Tell him it's a friend of Pattricia Anansie's." She waited a beat. "Tell him it's Slate Harding."
*Sorry it's so short. I wanted to have a little cliffhanger.*
*From now on, I'm going to put (~) around dreams.
~If you haven't found anything worth dying for, then you have never truly lived.~ Unknown
"The longer you concentrate, the less likely it is to ring." Scott said so matter-of-factly. He took a seat next to Shelby, knowning all too well that he was within striking distance. "I don't think Jeff disclosed Peter's cell number to this guy." Scott didn't want to push Shelby into telling him about Alex. Nor did he want to tell Shelby that Daisy had already told him the little that he knew. He saw the look of confusion spread over her face and he pulled her to him. He was amazed of how light she was. "Anything you want to talk about?"
Shleby took the phone off the step next to her and smiled. "Nothing I want to tell to you." She hugged him for a second. Then stood and walked into the house.
Pale, thin fingers glided over the small numbers easily. She was dialing Patty's old number. The phone rang a fewe times before a snoty female voice answered. Her voice was calm and collected, as if she were still sixteen and lying in the livingroom waiting for Patty to come back with with the take-out. "I need to speak to Alex." Shelby said bluntly. She didn't care how she sounded to the lady, or how she must have looked to Auggie and Juliet. They both had been watching her like a hawk since she came inside. Maybe they thought she would break. There was a rustle of papers, a distinct male voice, then the woman told her that he was unavailable to recieve calls. "I know he's there. I heard him." Shelby hoisted herself onto the white counter and pulled her legs up in front of her, cuddling her knees. "Tell him it's a friend of Pattricia Anansie's." She waited a beat. "Tell him it's Slate Harding."
*Sorry it's so short. I wanted to have a little cliffhanger.*