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part 3
Present I was finishing up my tig homework when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hey Rory…" a deep voice said. I knew it was Tristan and a smile came to my lips. "Hey what's up?" "Just doing homework, so I decided to call you…" "Oh instead of homework you call me, don't I feel special!" "Yeah you should feel special, I mean you have the world's best boyfriend…" "Well I hope so, considering all the torturing you did to me, you have A LOT to make up for." "Well how about we start tonight?" "Can't. I promised my mom I would entertain her tonight." "Turned down for a mom…that's pretty harsh." "Hey well trust me my mom is hard to turn down." "And when do I get to meet her?" "When she's on her best behaviour…you would have met her last night, but she made a mean comment so I forbid it." "Ah…well anyways how about I pick you up tomorrow before school?" "That'd be fine…but isn't it out of your way?" "Yeah, but usually I spend about 20 minutes at the school either waiting for you or entertaining many of my admirers. But now I don't have to do that, so I can make it out there." "Don't say I didn't warn you though that I'm not exactly the happiest person in the world when I wake up…" "Oh I'm not afraid…I think just seeing me will cheer you up." "Your lucky you aren't here now…I think my hitting you on the arm count would be starting." "By the end of the week I'm going to have a bruise!" "You deserve it for the comments you make…" "Well you love it, just admit it!" "Still, you deserve a bit of punishment for it…" "Well I'm being good…I could've made a comment on that but I won't." "Good boy. You deserve a treat now." "Now don't I just feel like your little dog…" "I always wanted a dog…but we can't have one because my mom tortures pets. Hey!! Can I put a leash on you and walk you around school? Please?" "Rory, you are making it VERY hard for me to be good here…there are SO many rude things about to roll off my tongue" "Come on…please?" "Do you really want the answer to that?" "I guess not…but still…can I teach you to roll over, and sit? Oh and to play dead??" "Hold on a sec…" he said, and I could hear muffled conversation. "Sorry, but I got to go. My dad and I are going to play tennis." "Now? It's like November and cold out!" "We have an indoor court…" "Big rich guy…" "See ya tomorrow morning…I'll be counting the minutes…" "And I'll be planning an escape route." I heard him laugh then hang the phone up. I actually got like a rush just from talking to him. Even Dean hadn't affected me this much. And I can't believe I'm thinking this but, I can't wait for morning to come.
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