Another stupid filler-kinda thing. I can't just jump into the good stuff, these things need somewhat of an explanation.
"One bedroom... one bedroom... three bedroom... one bedroom..."
I was so deep in concentration, I jumped a foot in the air when the phone rang. I put one hand on my chest to calm myself before I picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hey!" Pheobe's voice greeted me on the other end. "How's the apartment search going?"
"Not too good," I replied. "I don't think two-bedroom apartments exist! I'm losing it here."
"Yeah, it's about the same for me," she admitted. "I found one two-bedroom, but it was like three thousand dollars a month! Can you believe that?"
"Yes," I answered, looking down at the newspaper in front of me. "There's a one-bedroom listed here for four."
She sighed. "Well, I guess we better get back to the search. We only have a few more weeks before we have to have this all set. I can't believe we're gonna live together!" she squealed.
"If we ever find an apartment, we will," I commented sarcastically.
"Oh, we will, don't worry. I should go though, I'll talk to later, Helga."
"Okay, Pheebs, bye."
I looked back down to the paper. My eyes fell on a two-bedroom apartment, which at closer inspection was definitely in our price range. I smiled and called Pheobe back.
This chapter makes me want to cry, it's SO stupid. But you need it, otherwise Pheobe and Helga will all of a sudden be living together, and you'll be like "how did that happen?"
