Disclaimer - I do NOT own the In a Heartbeat characters, nor do I know them. I am ALSO not getting paid to write this.
A/N - PLEAASSE read and review! I would also really appreciate it if you maybe e-mailed me with some feedback! I love FEEDBACK! It's my MIDDLE name (well, not literally.), thanks MUCH! Now, on to the story...!
Dating Service
Catie Roth's slippers flipped-flopped down the hard wood stairs. Being so absorbed in her thoughts, she tripped over her bookbag from the day before.
"Ahh!" She screeched. She landed on her back and layed completely still. She waited for the pain, but then realized she didn't hurt herself. She found a piece of paper lying next to her near the coffee table. She rolled over onto her stomach and snatched up the piece of paper. It read: Be home at eleven, at you're brothers soccer game.
"There we go," Catie smiled. The house all to myself, she thought happily. She quickly stood up and headed for the kitchen.
She headed for the closet to get the OREO CEREAL. It was he favorite. In her way was a newspaper clipping which said something about a teenage dating service.
"Hmm," She thought. I wonder if this is good for me, she thought.
Just make sure nobody finds out or I'll look like MORE of and outcast, she thought sadly.
She cut out the clipping and saved it. There was a number 555-6575. She wondered if she should call it.
"Okay, I'll do it!" She said, happily. Her heart was beating fast, she hated talking to people for things like this. When she was younger she hated whne people called for her mother and she had to talk to them. It just made her feel little.
The young teen picked up the phone and dialed the number.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
And it rang several other times, finally, she thought she'd hang up when a male voice came on.
"Uhh... Alycia's Dating Service, how may I be to your service?" The deep male voice said.
"Yeah, umm... hi. My name's Catie Roth, may I speak to this Alycia girl?"
"Well, I'm actually filling in for her, today." The man said, simply.
"Okay, well... I'd like to see what kind of dating service this is." She said, after she was finished it felt like years while she was talking. She was sort of a quiet person, but she could be loud and out-going. Depends on her mood.
"Basically this is where we interview people and find matches for them. Like say we interview you and you sound like a fine young lady so we would get a fine young man for you." Was he hitting on her? No way. She just shrugged it off. Right when she was about to hang up from the man's rudeness, she thought she had gotten this far and continued talking.
"Well, alright. Interview me." She replied, smartly. She was ticking her fingers on the kitchen table when he began to interview her.
"Alrighty then. First we need some information so we can contact you when we find you a match." He began, she could her papers turning, "Okay, name, address, home and/or work phone number(s), for the basics."
She told him all of her information and he started on the personal questions. "Okay, so now we need what kind of man do you like and if you want us to call you when we find someone similar to you or do you want them JUST to call you.
She told him those answers and told them to call her first. "Thank you..." He searched for her name on his sheet, "Catie, and hope we can find somebody right for you! Spread our business around. Goodbye." He finished in a friendly manner.
Catie hung up the phone without saying goodbye, "Losers..." She mummbled. That was ridiculous, she thought, why did I even do that?
She headed for the closet again for her cereal. When she was finished eating she headed upstairs to get dressed.
Next Part Coming Soon!
A/N - PLEAASSE read and review! I would also really appreciate it if you maybe e-mailed me with some feedback! I love FEEDBACK! It's my MIDDLE name (well, not literally.), thanks MUCH! Now, on to the story...!
Dating Service
Catie Roth's slippers flipped-flopped down the hard wood stairs. Being so absorbed in her thoughts, she tripped over her bookbag from the day before.
"Ahh!" She screeched. She landed on her back and layed completely still. She waited for the pain, but then realized she didn't hurt herself. She found a piece of paper lying next to her near the coffee table. She rolled over onto her stomach and snatched up the piece of paper. It read: Be home at eleven, at you're brothers soccer game.
"There we go," Catie smiled. The house all to myself, she thought happily. She quickly stood up and headed for the kitchen.
She headed for the closet to get the OREO CEREAL. It was he favorite. In her way was a newspaper clipping which said something about a teenage dating service.
"Hmm," She thought. I wonder if this is good for me, she thought.
Just make sure nobody finds out or I'll look like MORE of and outcast, she thought sadly.
She cut out the clipping and saved it. There was a number 555-6575. She wondered if she should call it.
"Okay, I'll do it!" She said, happily. Her heart was beating fast, she hated talking to people for things like this. When she was younger she hated whne people called for her mother and she had to talk to them. It just made her feel little.
The young teen picked up the phone and dialed the number.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
And it rang several other times, finally, she thought she'd hang up when a male voice came on.
"Uhh... Alycia's Dating Service, how may I be to your service?" The deep male voice said.
"Yeah, umm... hi. My name's Catie Roth, may I speak to this Alycia girl?"
"Well, I'm actually filling in for her, today." The man said, simply.
"Okay, well... I'd like to see what kind of dating service this is." She said, after she was finished it felt like years while she was talking. She was sort of a quiet person, but she could be loud and out-going. Depends on her mood.
"Basically this is where we interview people and find matches for them. Like say we interview you and you sound like a fine young lady so we would get a fine young man for you." Was he hitting on her? No way. She just shrugged it off. Right when she was about to hang up from the man's rudeness, she thought she had gotten this far and continued talking.
"Well, alright. Interview me." She replied, smartly. She was ticking her fingers on the kitchen table when he began to interview her.
"Alrighty then. First we need some information so we can contact you when we find you a match." He began, she could her papers turning, "Okay, name, address, home and/or work phone number(s), for the basics."
She told him all of her information and he started on the personal questions. "Okay, so now we need what kind of man do you like and if you want us to call you when we find someone similar to you or do you want them JUST to call you.
She told him those answers and told them to call her first. "Thank you..." He searched for her name on his sheet, "Catie, and hope we can find somebody right for you! Spread our business around. Goodbye." He finished in a friendly manner.
Catie hung up the phone without saying goodbye, "Losers..." She mummbled. That was ridiculous, she thought, why did I even do that?
She headed for the closet again for her cereal. When she was finished eating she headed upstairs to get dressed.
Next Part Coming Soon!