CHAPTER TWO
Early next morning, Aimee woke up to the sound of her ringing phone. She was really tired. She felt around the night stand for the phone, she found it and picked it up.
"Hello" she answered with a voice that said "You just woke me up and I'm tired."
"Hey," it was Scott. "I was thinking of coming over."
"Scott, it's early and I went to sleep late last night."
"I know, but I just figured..."
Aimee sighed. "Fine, van conmigo."
"Did you just call me a shithead or something?" he asked.
"No, you shithead," replied Aimee "Van conmigo means come on over."
"Ok, cool," replied Scott. "but you really should lay off the Spanish Channel."
"I didn't get that from the Spanish Channel, I got it from the spanish version of "Come on over"- Christina Aguilera, see you in two seconds, bye."she said really quickly and hung up.
"Ok..."said Scott as he slowly hung up. Scott walked out and across the hall to Aimee's apartment, he unlocked the door with the key he got for giving Aimee his. He walked in, Aimee was sitting on her couch flipping through t.v. channels.
"You don't waste anytime." sad Scott.
"What?" asked Aimee
"Two seconds ago, you were in your bed, mad at me for waking you up."
"Well, things change fast."
"Whatever, move over."said Scott. Aimee moved over and Scott sat down. "So, what's on?"
"Mm...nothing much," replied Aimee. "And seeing as the Spanish channel is probably out of the question, we'll watch Mtv."
"Ok." said Scott. Aimee flipped the channel to Mtv. They watched Trl, making fun of the people they didn't like and complementing the people they did like. At the end of the show, they watched the commercials in silence.
"We should do something productive." said Aimee breaking the silence.
"Why?" asked Scott.
"Cuz, every weekend, we go over to eachothers apartment, we sit there, eat, watch t.v., and do whatever else we lazy bums feel like doing." she replied.
"Yea, so what's the problem?" he asked.
"Well...I...guess there isn't." she answered.
"Ok then."
"Ok." For the rest of the day they ate, watched t.v, and did whatever else they lazy bums felt like doing. By the end of the day, they were passed ou ton the couch exhausted from doing basically nothing. In the middle of the night, Aimee woke up, she yawned and stretched as she got up to go to her own bed. She layed down and fell asleep almost instantly.
Early next morning, Aimee woke up to the sound of her ringing phone. She was really tired. She felt around the night stand for the phone, she found it and picked it up.
"Hello" she answered with a voice that said "You just woke me up and I'm tired."
"Hey," it was Scott. "I was thinking of coming over."
"Scott, it's early and I went to sleep late last night."
"I know, but I just figured..."
Aimee sighed. "Fine, van conmigo."
"Did you just call me a shithead or something?" he asked.
"No, you shithead," replied Aimee "Van conmigo means come on over."
"Ok, cool," replied Scott. "but you really should lay off the Spanish Channel."
"I didn't get that from the Spanish Channel, I got it from the spanish version of "Come on over"- Christina Aguilera, see you in two seconds, bye."she said really quickly and hung up.
"Ok..."said Scott as he slowly hung up. Scott walked out and across the hall to Aimee's apartment, he unlocked the door with the key he got for giving Aimee his. He walked in, Aimee was sitting on her couch flipping through t.v. channels.
"You don't waste anytime." sad Scott.
"What?" asked Aimee
"Two seconds ago, you were in your bed, mad at me for waking you up."
"Well, things change fast."
"Whatever, move over."said Scott. Aimee moved over and Scott sat down. "So, what's on?"
"Mm...nothing much," replied Aimee. "And seeing as the Spanish channel is probably out of the question, we'll watch Mtv."
"Ok." said Scott. Aimee flipped the channel to Mtv. They watched Trl, making fun of the people they didn't like and complementing the people they did like. At the end of the show, they watched the commercials in silence.
"We should do something productive." said Aimee breaking the silence.
"Why?" asked Scott.
"Cuz, every weekend, we go over to eachothers apartment, we sit there, eat, watch t.v., and do whatever else we lazy bums feel like doing." she replied.
"Yea, so what's the problem?" he asked.
"Well...I...guess there isn't." she answered.
"Ok then."
"Ok." For the rest of the day they ate, watched t.v, and did whatever else they lazy bums felt like doing. By the end of the day, they were passed ou ton the couch exhausted from doing basically nothing. In the middle of the night, Aimee woke up, she yawned and stretched as she got up to go to her own bed. She layed down and fell asleep almost instantly.