Title: Remember
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Not really
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story and as much as I would like to, I do not own Dave or Carter...*sigh*
The phone rang. Randi sighed and put down her magazine.
"Hello?" she said into the receiver.
"Hi, I was wondering if I could speak with Dr. David Malucci?" a girl's voice asked.
"Uh, well, this isn't really a private phone line, if you know what I mean," Randi replied.
"Oh...OK, I understand. Um, do you think you could give me his cell phone number?"
Randi furrowed her brow. This girl was sure requesting some strange things.
"Um, may I ask why?"
"I really need to talk to Dave."
"Well, I'm not at liberty to give out this information. Would you like to leave a message for him?"
"Uh, well, sure, I guess. Can you just tell Dave to call Anna back at 284-7834?"
"Sure," Randi replied, writing down the message, "I'll make sure to get the message to Dr. Malucci for you."
"Thanks so much...um..."
"Randi," she helped.
"Randi! OK, thanks again."
"OK, bye now." Randi hung up the phone before she got a reply. Who was this girl? Dave's girlfriend? Not that she cared. She wasn't jealous...right?
"Randi," Dave's voice boomed.
Randi jumped, startled at the sound of her name. She turned and smiled when she saw Dave. She looked down at the paper she was holding and her smile quickly disappeared.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing. Uh, here, some girl named Anna called and she was asking for you."
"Kristin...wh- why didn't you come get me?" Dave asked, sounding panicked.
"I...I'm sorry Dave, I told her it wasn't a private line and..."
Dave sighed and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, Randi, it's just...Anna...I haven't spoken to her in a long time. She's a very special person."
Randi averted her eyes from him. "So...who is she?"
Dave looked at her. He smiled inwardly. He took the paper from Randi's hand.
"I'll explain later. I promise," he told her, as he walked to the lounge to use the phone.
Randi sighed. She shrugged and went back to her magazine, but she couldn't help but let her mind keep wandering to Dave and this mysterious girl.
Dave took a deep breath. This was it. He was finally going to speak to Anna again.
[I]This is it Dave. Keep your cool now, buddy.[/I]
He picked up the phone and dialed the number on the paper Randi had given him. The phone rang once. Twice. Three times...
"Hello?" a voice answered.
Dave grinned. "Anna?"
The girl gasped. "D-Dave?" she asked, as if she couldn't believe her ears.
"Why do you sound so surprised? You left a message," Dave asked, with a small chuckle.
"I...oh, my gosh, Dave, I missed you," Anna said through tears.
"I missed you too, little sister."
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Not really
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story and as much as I would like to, I do not own Dave or Carter...*sigh*
The phone rang. Randi sighed and put down her magazine.
"Hello?" she said into the receiver.
"Hi, I was wondering if I could speak with Dr. David Malucci?" a girl's voice asked.
"Uh, well, this isn't really a private phone line, if you know what I mean," Randi replied.
"Oh...OK, I understand. Um, do you think you could give me his cell phone number?"
Randi furrowed her brow. This girl was sure requesting some strange things.
"Um, may I ask why?"
"I really need to talk to Dave."
"Well, I'm not at liberty to give out this information. Would you like to leave a message for him?"
"Uh, well, sure, I guess. Can you just tell Dave to call Anna back at 284-7834?"
"Sure," Randi replied, writing down the message, "I'll make sure to get the message to Dr. Malucci for you."
"Thanks so much...um..."
"Randi," she helped.
"Randi! OK, thanks again."
"OK, bye now." Randi hung up the phone before she got a reply. Who was this girl? Dave's girlfriend? Not that she cared. She wasn't jealous...right?
"Randi," Dave's voice boomed.
Randi jumped, startled at the sound of her name. She turned and smiled when she saw Dave. She looked down at the paper she was holding and her smile quickly disappeared.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing. Uh, here, some girl named Anna called and she was asking for you."
"Kristin...wh- why didn't you come get me?" Dave asked, sounding panicked.
"I...I'm sorry Dave, I told her it wasn't a private line and..."
Dave sighed and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, Randi, it's just...Anna...I haven't spoken to her in a long time. She's a very special person."
Randi averted her eyes from him. "So...who is she?"
Dave looked at her. He smiled inwardly. He took the paper from Randi's hand.
"I'll explain later. I promise," he told her, as he walked to the lounge to use the phone.
Randi sighed. She shrugged and went back to her magazine, but she couldn't help but let her mind keep wandering to Dave and this mysterious girl.
Dave took a deep breath. This was it. He was finally going to speak to Anna again.
[I]This is it Dave. Keep your cool now, buddy.[/I]
He picked up the phone and dialed the number on the paper Randi had given him. The phone rang once. Twice. Three times...
"Hello?" a voice answered.
Dave grinned. "Anna?"
The girl gasped. "D-Dave?" she asked, as if she couldn't believe her ears.
"Why do you sound so surprised? You left a message," Dave asked, with a small chuckle.
"I...oh, my gosh, Dave, I missed you," Anna said through tears.
"I missed you too, little sister."