"He's famous?" Monica asked Ben.
"Yes, haven't you seen the show American Idol?"
"I don't watch that reality junk."
"Ok. Well he has his own -"
Monica cut him off. "I'll call Ryan again. Love ya Ben."
She hung up the phone and called Ryan. "Wow, Ryan must get really annoyed because I am calling alot." she thought.
"Hello?" the same woman who answered before picked up, or at least Monica thought so.
"Hi, may I please talk to Ryan?"
"Please leave a message after the beep." and there was a beep. Monica got the answering machine, not real people to pick up. She hated leaving messages, because people don't usually check their messages daily and it takes forever for the people to reply to them.
"Yes, I wanted to talk to Ryan because I heard some rumor that he is a celebrity. Please call me back Ryan. Thank you."
She hung up and went to write in her journal she had kept ever since college titled: 'Monica and Ryan's Love Stuff'. She remembered that it was a dumb title, but back in college, everyone makes up dumb titles. She laughed as she went through the existant pages.
One entry was so goofy and that entry Monica remembered changed everything.
Ryan was slobby today while eating his sandwich like a monkey pouncing on a banana. I wish he had at least wore a napkin or a tie on his shirt. I don't know why I screamed at him, but I hate everything and everyone being messy. I told him what I felt, but he didn't understand. We are probably going to break up. I will miss our nights together watching romantic movies on the couch. I will miss alot, but it's probably time we both move on, since we will both be leaving college next week and starting our careers. But, this is a stupid thing to break up for. dnit, I thought I loved him. But, it was just a fling to say we were a couple. This will be my last entry journal. It's the end of the beginning.
Monica
Monica turned the page and saw two more pages left. She started to write.
Well, yes, I am actually writing in this journal again. You know journal, me and Ryan did break up and moved on. Ryan sent me a gift the other day and I called him. He said he paid hookers to sleep with him and had 7 children. Then, I called my boyfriend Ben (Ben's so sexy!) and Ben told me Ryan is famous. That is hard to believe, since Ryan was a geek in college. I tried calling Ryan's house and I got the answering machine. I'll try again soon. But, I think, someday that me and Ryan will see each other again, so I'll leave the last page in this journal empty. I hope this old flame burns out for good though, because I love my current boyfriend. His name is Ben Conner. I teach, and I can't believe I am dating one of my students journal. I know I will get busted, but it's ok. I honestly love Ben. Ben lost his......no......I'll start a new journal called 'My Journal' and I'll write about Ben all in there. I will write again in this journal when I see Ryan - for the last time. Bye.
Monica
She closed the journal.
Monica silently put down the journal and she could hear the times that she remembered with Ryan in her head.
"I love you Ryan!"
"Ryan, clean up now!"
"Ryan, please stop being a dumbass!"
"I hate you Ryan!"
She told herself to not get addicted to Ryan - again. That's what happened before. She got addicted. She couldn't get him out of her head.
She could feel light tears coming down from her pale face. Ryan basically ruined her life. Ryan was everything to her and then they broke up. It was like he killed her with the sharpest knife. He was an angel to her - but she just smiled and shrugged it off. Ben was her everything now.
She called up Ryan again - trying to confirm the celebrity status. She called the number and actually got Ryan to answer.
"Hello?" Ryan said.
"Hi, it's Monica."
"Monica! How are you again? It's a surprise to hear from you again."
"I was wondering if you got my message that I left a couple days ago."
"No, sorry."
"Screw those fking answer machines."
"Ha. So, what was that you wanted to talk about?"
"I heard you were a celebrity and that you hosted that reality junk show American Idol."
"Oh."
"So, are you a celebrity?"
"Ok, Monica I'll tell you the truth. I am a celebrity. I have no wife, no 7 kids, and I don't pay hookers to sleep with me. I have a girlfriend and I asked her to pretend to put on that act."
"Why?"
"Because I didn't want you to know I was a celebrity."
"I wouldn't care, I still wouldn't date you. Ha. I have a boyfriend, as I said before."
"My daytime talk show was cancelled - and the only job I have is American Idol. I just don't want to be 'the host of American Idol' I want to be 'Ryan'."
"Try to get in some movies. "
"Ok."
"So, are you still busy until next Saturday?"
"No. "
"So, are we on for a coffee talk at the Love Shack Cafe tomorrow night?"
"Sure."
"See you then Ryan."
Monica hung up the phone and thought that act was sht.
That night, Monica had another chat with her mother.
"Mom, it turns out that Ryan is a celebrity now. He hosts American Idol." Monica said.
"Oh, Monica please date him!!!!!!"
"No, mother, he has a girlfriend. Just stay out of it!"
"Whatever Monica."
"If you need me, I'll be getting ready for tonight."
"Where you going?"
"Out to coffee with Ryan."
"Oh."
Monica left the room and went to hers. She tried on lots of dresses, although she knew she didn't want to dress up.
She put on black eyeliner, dark blue eyeshadow, black mascara and all this other stuff. She finally picked a dress - a black dress. She picked out the cutest black shoes and was all ready. She told her mom that she was leaving and her mom said: "Ok."
Monica got in her car and drove to the Love Shack Cafe. She finally arrived and she waited for 40 minutes and then went to a pay phone and called Ryan. She called the phone number. Ryan answered.
"Ryan, where are you?" Monica asked unpatiently.
"I am stuck in traffic and I will be there soon."
"Alrighty, see you then."
She sat by the bar. The waiter started talking to her.
"Who you meeting tonight ma'am?" the waiter asked.
"An old friend from college who is late."
"Oh, anything I can get you while your waiting?"
"No thanks."
"So, what do you do for a living?"
"I teach English."
"English was my favorite subject."
Then, a guy walked into the room and walked up to Monica. "Is that you Monica?" he asked.