The glowing red ember fell to the ground below as I took a last puff from my cigarette and flicked it out my bedroom window. Music blaring, I stretched onto my bed and relaxed, thinking, This is the life! The next thing I knew, there was a triple knock on my door. Phoebe was home. "Come in!" I said.

"Not too excited to see me huh?" Phoebe asked with a smile.

"No, of course I am; I'm just tired and waiting impatiently for Tony to show up. That lazy bum is supposed to be here by now." In the distance bass and guitar riffs could be heard. "Oh my god that's him! Gotta go!"

"No, wait! You can't leave yet!" Phoebe sounded urgent. I stopped, looked at my sister. I clearly gave her the "what-do-you-want-look". I could hear Tony pounding on the horn. "Ok fine! Run! Got to your lover-boy, I'll tell you about mine later!"

"What? What lover-boy? Phoebe has a lover-boy? Halt! Stop the presses! Big news!"

"Oh hush!" she laughed. "He's not my 'lover-boy' yet.but oh my god he's so gorgeous!" The incessant honking on the street hadn't stopped.

"I really better go, I don't want to upset him." I smirked

"Ok. Ok. Go! Have fun!"

"Oh, don't worry, I will." I gave a mischievous grin. "I always have fun with TONY!"

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