Please Leavea Message
:Chapter Eight:
Tristan twirled around in the rolly-chair, carefully dialing the correct number for Tea's cell. The one she currently owned.
The phone rang.
Tea would answer the phone, right? She was always one to help a friend in need…
The phone rang again.
Tristan recalled fond memories of various Junior High and High School years, where he and Joey had been rescued from detention and failing grades by Tea's generous loan of her homework as reference material. Rather, they had "liberated" her homework for their usage.
The phone rang again.
He winced, remembering the scene that had ensued afterwards, which involved dire threats and promises of punishments, both of which had been dutifully carried out. Tea wasn't one for missing details, after all.
Ok, so maybe there was a not-so-generous side to Tea most people tended to miss…
Well, most people didn't have to worry about it. She could be playful, she could tease, she could be forbidding and slightly scary, but he had been one of the select few to REALLY tick her off.
And that was bad, in case the point hadn't been made already.
The phone rang again.
Ok, so she might not always be the type to help a friend in need.
Or, she might be busy…it was better to think that this was the case.
Tristan growled.
This was all Joey's fault. The stupid, blonde, mutt was conspiring against him. His best friend, of all people!
Well, former best friend. If things kept up, Joey Wheeler was soon to be out of existence.
There was a click, and Tristan felt his heart leap hopefully.
"Hi, you've reached Tea's cell. I'm ah…unable to answer the phone for ah…whatever reason…"
His hopes were painfully dashed.
Was that a giggle on the other end? No, it was just his imagination.
"Anyways," the message continued, "If you leave your name, and number, in case I don't remember it, I'll-"
There was another muffled sound. That sounded suspiciously like someone telling someone else to get their hands off them because they were busy, and that that sort of thing should be saved for later. It was followed by more giggling and what sounded like male laughter.
Tristan shook his head. Good gods! He hoped that wasn't Tea he was hearing…
"Ahem. I'll give you a call later."
Right before the beep, Tristan heard, very clearly, Tea yell, half-angry, half-playful, "Seto Kaiba! You get back here right now!"
Beeeeep.
Tristan fell off the rolly-chair with a loud thump.
He stared at the phone for a long while, even after he'd hung up. This was new. Tea…and…Kaiba….
It boggled the mind, it did. Maybe he'd heard wrong. Maybe it wasn't quite what it sounded like…maybe. That sort of thing was hard to mistake...
Whatever. He had more pressing matters at hand, such as the next place to call. He had to think strategically this time. Who wouldn't Joey think to call?
:End Chapter Eight: