Crossing Wires
Put this picture in your head.
Four months ago, you started dating your biggest enemy's ex-boyfriend. A week later, you see why she dumped him in the first place. Two weeks after that, you wore a gown-not for the first time-but the most important time and walked across a make-shift platform in your high school's gym, shook hands with the adults who's eyes you constantly tried to ignore for the last two years, and received your High School Diploma . . . cover.
The important document would be coming by mail in the next month.
The day you got your diploma by mail, you also got an extraordinary piece of paper: your acceptance letter, saying 'Welcome to Upperton University'. You smile, and run to the phone and call up your best friend.
"Kim!" Monique squealed, "Guess who just got in Upperton University!" she practically screamed over the video screen. "Kim?"
The image on her computer screen was not the backdrop of Kim's room, like it had been before. "Did I get the wrong number?"
"Huh?" popped up a boy, about fourteen, from off-screen. "Owe!" he exclaimed as he bumped his head on his desk. He looked toward his end of the screen. "Monique?"
"Wade?" Monique questioned, "I thought you weren't working with Kim anymore?"
Wade's face darkened, "I'm not," his voice sharp, "I'm re-arranging; I think some wires got crossed. I'll patch you through. And congratulations, and tell them I said 'hi', would-ya?" He sat up in his chair and started typing away on his keyboard.
Monique smiled, "Thank you! And of course. It was good seeing you again."
"You too. I haven't seen many people since Kim and Ron were decommissioned."
Monique laughed, "Get out of the house some; that could help."
Wade smiled, "yeah, so I've heard."
The screen flashed black as the wires switched to Kim's home.
"Bye Wade," Monique whispered.
When Monique focused on the image in front of her she screamed as she lunged to turn off the computer. She sat; breathing deeply, hand still attached to the power switch.
"I defiantly do NOT want to see that again any time soon."
She sat at her desk, staring at the black computer screen. She just saw way too much of Ron than she ever cared about seeing. In a daze, she plugged the computer back in, deciding she needed to do something to cheer herself up.
Her opening screen came into view, and all the icons appeared on her desktop. Second one to the top, third row . . .
"I wonder . . ." she whispered. She hesitantly clicked the small phone.
Video Talk Inc. welcome sign came up, as well as the phone digits. She stared at the screen for a minute.
She smiled as she dialed the number.
The confused face of Wade popped up, "Did it fail?"
"No," Monique said, "You answered. You were who I wanted to call."
The confused face of Wade became deeper with confusion, "Why?"
"I'm sick of guys that can't talk on my level. You're above mine. Let's chat."
Wade laughed as he took a sip from a drink nearby, "about what?"
"I don't know, you pick?"
That was an easy one for Wade, "What are Kim and Ron up to?"
"Right now?" Wade nodded, "They are currently lying on Kim's bed, half naked, playing tonsil hockey."
Wade's face distorted, "Eww."
Monique laughed, "How old are you?"
"I'll be fifteen in a month."
She rested her head on her hand, ". . . and you haven't started thinking about girls yet?"
Wade became flustered, ". . . well . . . erm . . . You see . . . I . . . I uh . . ."
Monique's smile widened, "You have! Awe! That's so cute."
Wade rolled his eyes, "well . . ."
"Awe!" Monique leaned in, as she always did when she as about to hear a juicy piece of intel on a fellow human, "Do tell."
"There's nothing to tell. I don't even know if she's a girl! Let alone fourteen."
"What?"
Wade sighed, "you sure you want to talk to me?"
Monique smiled, "Go, boy-genius . . ."
"Fine," Wade huffed, "I met her in a chat room, there's no way to tell if she's telling the truth."
"You mean, you can't just type away some mumbo-jumbo on your magic keyboard and find that kind of info?"
Wade smiled, "Not that kind."
Monique's brow deepened.
"What I mean is, I can find her location, I could probably send a satellite over her area and get an infra-red scan of her home . . . but . . . I couldn't use my powers for that kind of spell."
Monique laughed at his joke, "see, all the guys I've dated couldn't keep up with that kinda thing . . . ya' got any genius friends around eighteen?"
Wade almost spit out his drink laughing so hard. Surprised by her statement, Wade looked at her for a moment, "well, there's Derek . . ." Monique perked up, "But, unlike me, he never goes indoors, and he likes his plants a little too well if you catch my drift . . . then theirs Brian, he's the type that likes to type, but I don't think he could read anything but ones and zeros."
Monique laughed, "So, I either get a nerd-type with nerd qualities, or a jock that doesn't know how to spell my name . . . my life's all good," she said with fake enthusiasm.
Wade smiled, "Well, if you're ever for a night all about plants and flowers, I'll hook you up."
"Good to know."
"Keep in touch will ya'?" Wade asked, "Please?"
Monique stared at him for a second, "I wouldn't dream of doing otherwise. Besides, I might need a Calculus tutor come fall," she winked.
"You know my number," Wade said happily.
Monique sighed, "I'm going to see if Kim and Ron are done yet . . ." she shuddered, soon after, Wade blanched. "I'll call ya' soon."
"Good. Tell them I said hi."
"Sure. See ya'."
Wade nodded and shut off his end of the connection and smiled.
Hey, sorry for the half year delay, but when I heard that KP was getting picked up again I abandoned this for hope of inspriation of true cannon Kim and Ron goodness, but the wait has gotton on my nerves. This was written before I so unjustly left it. And I have a sixth chapter in works, but I have to dust it off a bit before the world sees it. Hope you not too angry at me . . .
