Disclaimer: okay, another try for an ending, hope this one is better, well,
it's not the end but just the way it'll go if it ain't too bad… please tell
me. Well, Tracey's mine, the other's aren't… I know it's short… next one
will be longer. Roge's Pov, again
Chapter 3 – out with friends
What the fuck is she doing here? The stairs up to the loft had never seemed so long before, shit, why did no one tell me she's here. His number, last time I called was way too long ago, it has to be somewhere. Adressbook, that's it, okay…
"Davis residence" he still sounds the same…
"Hi, this is Roger" am I supposed to apologize for not calling for, well, years. "Is Tracey around?" I know she's not, just checking if you know where she is.
"She's out with friends right now. So how are you these days?" out with friends yeah… right, and I'd have called earlier if I wanted to talk to you.
"I'm okay, can you tell me when she will be back?" now what's he gonna say to that…
"I don't know. Why do you want to talk to her?" He's nervous, I can fucking hear it, but he has no clue that I fucking know where she is.
"She just asked me to give her some information about NYU for a friend of hers." Wonder if they still believe I actually go to college…
"Oh. Well, she's" got ya… now what nice little lie will you tell me so you don't have to admit she ran away.
"So how does College go for you?" sure daddy, college, always… good try to change the subject…
"It's going okay, so how's Tracey doing?" back to the point, just fucking tell me… it's not like I don't know already.
"She's" silence… wow, is he actually going to SAY it? "Roger, I, I think she ran away."
What a surprise.
"WHAT?!" hey, this is actually quite fun, okay, shouldn't make fun of my parents but he was fucking lying to me…
"I haven't seen her for almost two weeks now." Two weeks, wow freak out daddy, if I didn't knew better I'd tell you she'd come back in a few days…
"Wow, I mean, shit, did you tell mom? I mean, do you have any clue where she could be?" well I do"
"I don't know where she could be" thought so "I asked all her friends but they didn't say anything. And… I didn't tell your mother yet, I somehow lost her phone number" now that's the cheapest excuse I ever heard. Sure… lost her number, I think with Tracey calling her every second day it's somewhere around.
"I can give it to you if you need it." Yup, that I never call her doesn't mean I have the number.
"No, I think I just found it." You got to be a pathetic old man since I last saw you…
"Good, I really have to go, listen, I'm sure she'll come back in some days, I mean, most kids do… and… just tell her to call me back, okay?" I'm not gonna tell him where she is, she can work out of her own crap, she needs a phone, she can use mine, but that's all.
"Sure"
"Do you have my number?" You better say you do, not that I ever wanted you to call…
"Yes, of course"
"'kay, bye" till in another 5 years
"Bye"
Now I'll just have to find her, well, and tell Mark he's dating my little sister…
Chapter 3 – out with friends
What the fuck is she doing here? The stairs up to the loft had never seemed so long before, shit, why did no one tell me she's here. His number, last time I called was way too long ago, it has to be somewhere. Adressbook, that's it, okay…
"Davis residence" he still sounds the same…
"Hi, this is Roger" am I supposed to apologize for not calling for, well, years. "Is Tracey around?" I know she's not, just checking if you know where she is.
"She's out with friends right now. So how are you these days?" out with friends yeah… right, and I'd have called earlier if I wanted to talk to you.
"I'm okay, can you tell me when she will be back?" now what's he gonna say to that…
"I don't know. Why do you want to talk to her?" He's nervous, I can fucking hear it, but he has no clue that I fucking know where she is.
"She just asked me to give her some information about NYU for a friend of hers." Wonder if they still believe I actually go to college…
"Oh. Well, she's" got ya… now what nice little lie will you tell me so you don't have to admit she ran away.
"So how does College go for you?" sure daddy, college, always… good try to change the subject…
"It's going okay, so how's Tracey doing?" back to the point, just fucking tell me… it's not like I don't know already.
"She's" silence… wow, is he actually going to SAY it? "Roger, I, I think she ran away."
What a surprise.
"WHAT?!" hey, this is actually quite fun, okay, shouldn't make fun of my parents but he was fucking lying to me…
"I haven't seen her for almost two weeks now." Two weeks, wow freak out daddy, if I didn't knew better I'd tell you she'd come back in a few days…
"Wow, I mean, shit, did you tell mom? I mean, do you have any clue where she could be?" well I do"
"I don't know where she could be" thought so "I asked all her friends but they didn't say anything. And… I didn't tell your mother yet, I somehow lost her phone number" now that's the cheapest excuse I ever heard. Sure… lost her number, I think with Tracey calling her every second day it's somewhere around.
"I can give it to you if you need it." Yup, that I never call her doesn't mean I have the number.
"No, I think I just found it." You got to be a pathetic old man since I last saw you…
"Good, I really have to go, listen, I'm sure she'll come back in some days, I mean, most kids do… and… just tell her to call me back, okay?" I'm not gonna tell him where she is, she can work out of her own crap, she needs a phone, she can use mine, but that's all.
"Sure"
"Do you have my number?" You better say you do, not that I ever wanted you to call…
"Yes, of course"
"'kay, bye" till in another 5 years
"Bye"
Now I'll just have to find her, well, and tell Mark he's dating my little sister…