Chapter 3: Look Who Comes Crawling Back
"Come on squall, you just got help me get into the final two, I can take it from there!"
"Again, how did you get this number?"
"I mean it's not that I'm not perfectly capable, I am, it's just it would really help if I was assured a spot in the final two. Granted I'm way better than the rest of those chumps, but it never hurts to have that extra push."
"Isn't that restraining order I put on you still in affect?"
"Besides it'll only prove to the rest of them just how much of a superstar I really am. It runs in the bloodline!"
"Did Zell give you this number? I knew he never got over me calling him a chicken wuss."
"Squall baby your not focusing on the big picture. I need you to come through for me!"
"Phoenix I don't know how you got this number, but unless you want me to call the cops, which I'm seriously considering doing, you'll forget it. Don't you get it? I don't like you! I'll never like you. The only reason I'm forced to deal with your dumb ass is because we're related. For the last time just leave me alone!"
"Tsk, tsk" Phoenix sighed into the phone " I didn't want to have to do this cuz, but you've forced me to play dirty."
"Excuse me?" Squall was beyond irritated at this point.
"If you don't help me get into the call backs then I'll tell everyone what you did at the Christmas party two years ago. I don't think Rinoa will be too happy to hear about it either…"
There was a long pause over the phone, Phoenix continued.
"I'll just have to let everyone now that I saw you frenching Seifer in the bathroom at the Christmas party."
"I was drunk" Squall was really holding back the anger; he knew exactly what Phoenix was talking about.
"I was drunk damnit!"
"Not the way I'm gonna tell it!" if Squall could only see the huge grin on his face. Phoenix had an annoying way of blowing things way out of proportion. If this got out through Phoenix's lips Squall would end up more flaming than Selphie's hair during that Fourth of July firecracker accident. There was a very long pause on Squall's side of the phone. Finally he spoke.
"I'll get you in," he said calmly and emotionless before quickly hanging up the phone.
"All right!" Phoenix exclaimed. "Squall? Squall? Ah well I got what I wanted." He hung up the phone and fell back onto his bed, resting his cordless on his bare chest.
Now understand, Phoenix is a very attractive fellow. It runs in the family. Just look at Squall and his hot pop Laguna! He had the whole bad boy look, right down to the leather and the short messy black hair. He had the body of a Greek god. So why was it that he had such bad luck with the ladies? Easy, the man was an idiot, dumb as a mule and twice as ugly. Well he's not ugly, but it just goes along with the saying. Anyway he lay there on his bed when it suddenly dawned on him that he had that beautiful woman's number still in his pocket, the woman from the auditions. With all that was going on he had completely forgotten to call. In his mind she was probably crying herself silly, about to slit her wrists because this hot stud hadn't picked up the phone. He grinned madly to himself fantasizing about what her voice would sound like on the phone, or what she'd be wearing, absolutely nothing if he was lucky. He giggled like crazy as he picked of the phone and started pounding buttons.
"123-4567. Oh yeah baby, get ready to board the S.S. Phoenix driven by your captain of love!" he said in his best "sexy" voice as he heard the phone ring…and ring…and ring. You'd think he would have realized by now that 123- 4567 isn't a real phone number, but as stated before the guy is a real moron.
The next day Anya stood in front of her mirror with a smile as wide as the horizon. She had gotten the call that she had made it to the next round and she was overwhelmed with happiness. Not only had she proved to herself that she could do it but she would never have to see that pathetic loser with his horrible come-ons and even more horrible breath ever again. He was way too stupid to ever make it to the callbacks. It just wasn't going to happen. It couldn't…
Three hours later…
"No…it can't be…" Anya stood paralyzed.
Although the designated room for everyone who had made it was a tad crowded she picked him out as clear as day. At first she was just hoping that he was just another leather clad boy trying to look the part, but the minute he opened that big mouth of his to announce to the crowd that the man of the hour had arrived she knew it was him. She quickly turned around and shielded her face to hide herself, but it was far too late. His preditorial instincts had kicked in and he smelled her from a mile away.
"Hey baby!" he yelled from across the room. He pushed through the crowd as if they were of no importance and when he got close enough he threw his arm around her. She cringed and growled loud enough so that he'd get the point that she didn't like to be touched. He didn't.
"Do you mind?" she snapped.
"Why do you keep asking me that? Of course I don't mind sticky buns!" he pulled her closer.
"Sticky what?" she was part annoyed and part nauseous from his blatant overdose of cheap cologne, mostly annoyed though.
"Man oh man, what a coincidence this is! I knew we had something, a special bond. It's magic I tell ya. You can smell it in the air!"
"I can smell something, but I wouldn't call it magic." She muttered, holding her nose. "Please tell me you're here just to watch everyone who's in the finals."
"Nope, I made it too hot lips. I guess they cut all those other zeros and went with the hero!" Anya had a most difficult time believing that malarkey.
"Whatever! All I ask is that while I'm here you stay out of my way. I don't want you screwing this up for me understand?" she threw his arm off of her shoulders in disgust.
"Me? Screw things up? I never screw anything up…unless that's how you like it baby if you get what I'm sayin'" he winked and nudged her with his elbow.
"Unbelievable" was all she could say as she stormed away, grumbling obscenities to herself, Phoenix still calling after her.
"Oh yeah I tried to call you last night, but your phone wasn't working. You know if you call AT&T they'll clear that right up for ya! Baby? Sticky buns? Ok! I'll catch you later!" he waved, but obviously she didn't return the gesture. "Man she so wants me!"
"Come on squall, you just got help me get into the final two, I can take it from there!"
"Again, how did you get this number?"
"I mean it's not that I'm not perfectly capable, I am, it's just it would really help if I was assured a spot in the final two. Granted I'm way better than the rest of those chumps, but it never hurts to have that extra push."
"Isn't that restraining order I put on you still in affect?"
"Besides it'll only prove to the rest of them just how much of a superstar I really am. It runs in the bloodline!"
"Did Zell give you this number? I knew he never got over me calling him a chicken wuss."
"Squall baby your not focusing on the big picture. I need you to come through for me!"
"Phoenix I don't know how you got this number, but unless you want me to call the cops, which I'm seriously considering doing, you'll forget it. Don't you get it? I don't like you! I'll never like you. The only reason I'm forced to deal with your dumb ass is because we're related. For the last time just leave me alone!"
"Tsk, tsk" Phoenix sighed into the phone " I didn't want to have to do this cuz, but you've forced me to play dirty."
"Excuse me?" Squall was beyond irritated at this point.
"If you don't help me get into the call backs then I'll tell everyone what you did at the Christmas party two years ago. I don't think Rinoa will be too happy to hear about it either…"
There was a long pause over the phone, Phoenix continued.
"I'll just have to let everyone now that I saw you frenching Seifer in the bathroom at the Christmas party."
"I was drunk" Squall was really holding back the anger; he knew exactly what Phoenix was talking about.
"I was drunk damnit!"
"Not the way I'm gonna tell it!" if Squall could only see the huge grin on his face. Phoenix had an annoying way of blowing things way out of proportion. If this got out through Phoenix's lips Squall would end up more flaming than Selphie's hair during that Fourth of July firecracker accident. There was a very long pause on Squall's side of the phone. Finally he spoke.
"I'll get you in," he said calmly and emotionless before quickly hanging up the phone.
"All right!" Phoenix exclaimed. "Squall? Squall? Ah well I got what I wanted." He hung up the phone and fell back onto his bed, resting his cordless on his bare chest.
Now understand, Phoenix is a very attractive fellow. It runs in the family. Just look at Squall and his hot pop Laguna! He had the whole bad boy look, right down to the leather and the short messy black hair. He had the body of a Greek god. So why was it that he had such bad luck with the ladies? Easy, the man was an idiot, dumb as a mule and twice as ugly. Well he's not ugly, but it just goes along with the saying. Anyway he lay there on his bed when it suddenly dawned on him that he had that beautiful woman's number still in his pocket, the woman from the auditions. With all that was going on he had completely forgotten to call. In his mind she was probably crying herself silly, about to slit her wrists because this hot stud hadn't picked up the phone. He grinned madly to himself fantasizing about what her voice would sound like on the phone, or what she'd be wearing, absolutely nothing if he was lucky. He giggled like crazy as he picked of the phone and started pounding buttons.
"123-4567. Oh yeah baby, get ready to board the S.S. Phoenix driven by your captain of love!" he said in his best "sexy" voice as he heard the phone ring…and ring…and ring. You'd think he would have realized by now that 123- 4567 isn't a real phone number, but as stated before the guy is a real moron.
The next day Anya stood in front of her mirror with a smile as wide as the horizon. She had gotten the call that she had made it to the next round and she was overwhelmed with happiness. Not only had she proved to herself that she could do it but she would never have to see that pathetic loser with his horrible come-ons and even more horrible breath ever again. He was way too stupid to ever make it to the callbacks. It just wasn't going to happen. It couldn't…
Three hours later…
"No…it can't be…" Anya stood paralyzed.
Although the designated room for everyone who had made it was a tad crowded she picked him out as clear as day. At first she was just hoping that he was just another leather clad boy trying to look the part, but the minute he opened that big mouth of his to announce to the crowd that the man of the hour had arrived she knew it was him. She quickly turned around and shielded her face to hide herself, but it was far too late. His preditorial instincts had kicked in and he smelled her from a mile away.
"Hey baby!" he yelled from across the room. He pushed through the crowd as if they were of no importance and when he got close enough he threw his arm around her. She cringed and growled loud enough so that he'd get the point that she didn't like to be touched. He didn't.
"Do you mind?" she snapped.
"Why do you keep asking me that? Of course I don't mind sticky buns!" he pulled her closer.
"Sticky what?" she was part annoyed and part nauseous from his blatant overdose of cheap cologne, mostly annoyed though.
"Man oh man, what a coincidence this is! I knew we had something, a special bond. It's magic I tell ya. You can smell it in the air!"
"I can smell something, but I wouldn't call it magic." She muttered, holding her nose. "Please tell me you're here just to watch everyone who's in the finals."
"Nope, I made it too hot lips. I guess they cut all those other zeros and went with the hero!" Anya had a most difficult time believing that malarkey.
"Whatever! All I ask is that while I'm here you stay out of my way. I don't want you screwing this up for me understand?" she threw his arm off of her shoulders in disgust.
"Me? Screw things up? I never screw anything up…unless that's how you like it baby if you get what I'm sayin'" he winked and nudged her with his elbow.
"Unbelievable" was all she could say as she stormed away, grumbling obscenities to herself, Phoenix still calling after her.
"Oh yeah I tried to call you last night, but your phone wasn't working. You know if you call AT&T they'll clear that right up for ya! Baby? Sticky buns? Ok! I'll catch you later!" he waved, but obviously she didn't return the gesture. "Man she so wants me!"