Three thirty p.m. in the room of little miss Tawny. Lets observe the conversation going on.
" Hey Tawny girl, can I tell you something and you swear you won't freak out?" Randy asked kneading her hands.
"Maybe, no promises,"
" What's Alan's situation?"
" His situation? Oh, you mean you like him,"
" Ah, shut up. What can I say, its the rocker boy thing," Randy said as she covered her face with a pillow to hid the redness of it.
" He'd defiantly be stoked though," Tawny said.
" He would?" Randy replied, " I'm intrigued,"
Tawny went over and got something in her hand. Hey, guess what, it was a phone. She dialed it and it started ringing.
"Talk to him," She said handing it towards her childhood friend.
"No. Tawny. I can't,"
The ringing stopped. "Hello?"
" Go ahead, talk to him," Tawny said softly.
"Hello?"
"Uh, Twitty?"
" Yeah,"
" Hey, it's uh, it's Randy,"
"Randy? what's up?"
" You want to see me sometime soon?"
A pause in the conversation.........
" Yes,"
" Then look for me in the place where angels fly,"
She hung up with that note. Tawny looked at her weird. And to get that look from Tawny, her bestest best friend, something had to be up.
"The place where angels fly?"
" Yeah, I know what I'm doing. If he wants to find me, he'll know where to look,"