an: Sorry it's taken me quite so long to put this here. I kept forgetting and the program wouldn't work for a few weeks (true story, bro).
Lame excuses, I know. But here's more now. Hope you like it. (:
disclaimer: I do not own any of the lads in Mcfly, no matter how much I wish this weren't true. What I do own is my mind and imagination - in other words, I own what comes out of my head. Thank you. (;
FIVE - CARTOON CALLS
Can't you hear, it sounds so clear
In my ears there's a voice
WE'LL NEVER GIVE IT UP!
"Can I borrow your phone?" Lauren asked as I plopped down on the sofa, picking my laptop back up and setting it on my lap.
"Why?" I asked back, looking at her over my shoulder.
"I'm out of minutes."
"What about the landline?"
"It's down."
"Again!" I whined.
"Yeah. Sorry to say, but this place sucks more than we initially thought."
And that was a hard thing to believe. Considering we hated this place more than I hate pickles—and that's a lot. We only took it because it was all we could afford at the time—and still is.
"Great. Just what I need!" I cried, pointing to the table near the door where I left my phone when I got home earlier in the day.
"Thanks a million! I owe you!"
"Just make it quick." I turned back to my screen. "Thank goodness it's the end of the month today," I muttered, not loud enough for Lo to hear.
I started typing, working on the article I was writing.
"Hey, Dare?" Lo asked a few minutes later, sitting down in a chair across from me.
I looked up at her. "Yeah?"
"Who's 'Sunglass Boy'?" She held the phone out so I could see—which, I couldn't from the distance.
"Sunglass Boy?" I questioned, thinking about it for a good minute. "OH! He's some guy I was flirting with the other day."
"Another one?"
"Yeah, well I was dared to get his number."
"And that makes such a difference!"
"Hey! He was gorgeous! I might just call him tomorrow!"
"What about now?"
"Umm, you're using my phone. And I'm almost out of minutes myself."
"Right. Because I so believe you!"
"It's so true!"
"I…."
Before she was able to say anything more, I stopped her. "I only have enough minutes to make one quick five-minute call. Tops."
"I…."
I stopped her again. "And you wanted to use it. Anyways, do you really think it would make sense to call up some guy and say, 'Hi! Oh, I'm out of minutes, so 'bye now!' and hang up on him?"
She simply glared at me, pushing a button on my mobile and putting it to her ear.
"See? Even you think it's not nice." I smiled proudly, turning back to the screen before me.
'"When times get hard, just hang in there!" suggested Hugh Jackman, Sasha Staar, recently when we caught up with him and Sidney.'
"Tomorrow. At one. You are so calling him," Lauren grumbled, pressing my phone to just above my chest as she passed by.
She wasn't usually in a bad mood, and I wasn't one to mess with her when she was in one, so I just let my mobile fall to my lap, knowing that she was annoyed with me.
"Whatever. It's just another challenge. No biggie."
"Are you going to get his name?"
"I don't know. I'll take it if he gives it to me, but I won't ask. Just like if he was to ask me, I'd tell him. But I like keeping them in the dark, not letting them know who I am." It was the same game I always played.
"Right. Got it. Again."
"Here," Lauren said, tossing me my cellular phone. Lucky for it, I was awake enough to catch it. "New day, new minutes."
"But it's not one yet," I pointed out, catching a glimpse of the clock situated behind her.
"I know. I'm just handing you your fully charged phone."
"But…." I didn't remember plugging it in to charge it….
"I charged it for you!" Lauren added, smiling brightly. Looked like her mood had passed with a good night's sleep.
"Oh, right. Thank you, I guess."
"I just didn't want your phone to die when you phone up 'Sunglass Boy'."
"Right. You think I'd back out of a dare?"
"No, that's not it. It almost cut out while I was talking to Josh last night for a whole three minutes."
"Oh, right." I slumped down on the sofa.
Lo soon joined me, bringing the carton of orange juice with her.
I turned on the television, flipping through the channels, stopping when I saw some cartoons. I've always loved watching Saturday morning cartoons!
We passed the carton back and forth, taking sips—we weren't typical girls—while we watched the show.
"Oh, look at that!" Lauren cried a while later.
"What?"
"It's a cute little spider!"
"Gah!" I pulled my feet up onto the sofa, pulling my knees to my chest.
"Just kidding!" She was laughing quite hard.
Damn her for knowing my one and only fear! Yes, even with my fear, I did dares that involved spiders—just so no one would know about it. Actually, Lauren was the only one who knew that I was afraid of the vile creatures.
"Meany!" I cried, hitting her arm as she was about to take a sip of the juice.
I burst out laughing this time as she spilt it all over her pyjama-top.
"Not funny, Dary." She got up and headed to the bathroom to clean up.
I stopped laughing instantly. "Okay, now that's really not funny." She knew how much I hated being called that name.
"Sorry, Babes." She smiled at me innocently. "Oh! Look at that!"
"I'm not falling for it again." I turned back to the show on the screen.
"No! It's one!"
I pressed the display button on the remote, making it show the time. '1:01,' it read.
"Oh. I see." Blindly, I searched the sofa around me until my hand landed on what I was looking for—my mobile phone.
"Wait for me!" Lauren called, hurrying into the small room. "I'll just be a sec!"
"All right, whatever!" I called back, looking through my address book for 'Sunglass Boy'.
"Okay, whenever you're ready!" Lauren told me, plopping down in the chair across the room from me.
I pushed the green talk button on the phone and then pressed it to my ear, hearing it ring as I waited.
Soon, it ended when someone picked up.
"'Ello?" I could actually hear the sleep in the person's voice, if that makes any sense at all with me still sounding sane.
"Oh, did I wake you?"
"Oh," they began, sounding more awake instantly, "no, no."
'Right,' I though. "Hi," I began again, "I believe we met on the street the other day…?"
"We did?" The lad on the other end sounded kind of shocked.
"I ran into you at a newsstand. You wrote this number on the back of…er, Business Monthly," I remembered, laughing at the title I had picked.
"Oh! Right, I forget things easily," he told me.
Laughing a little as I said, "Yeah, I do, too. If it hadn't been for my mate, I probably would have lost your number in the mess that is my address book."
"I do that all the time and then will be like, 'Who's that again!'"
"We share a small world, then," I commented.
"We truly do."
"Hmm, I'm going to call you Sunglass Boy. I mean, if that's all right with you."
"Sure," he replied, and I could hear the shrug in his voice. "I guess I'll call you Necklace Girl, then."
"Works with me," I responded, a smile in my voice and on my face.
"Dude, where are you!" I heard someone calling in the background.
"Hang on a second, please?" he asked, and before I could respond, he was saying something to the other person. "I'm on the telephone!" And a second after that, he was back. "Sorry about that."
"S'all right," I told him. "Do you have to go? I mean, is this a bad time?"
He hesitated for a moment. "I'm just running a little late."
"Ah. So, why don't I give you my number and you can give me a shout when you're not in a rush," I suggested.
"That would be lovely."
As I told him my mobile number, I looked at Lauren's face, noticing her eyes were the size of saucers and she look as though she was trying hard not to laugh. Or scream. Or freak out—they all looked similar when you just look a quick glance before away again.
"Okay, I'll ring you later…sometime," Sunglass Boy told me.
"Sounds good. Talk to you another time," I replied before flipping my cellular phone shut and heading to my room to get ready for the day, a smile on my face.
song: turn it down by heaven's gate
an: I hope you like it. :3 again, feel free to let me know who you think mystery boy is. I'd love to know who you all think it is. (Plus, I love guessing games. :3)
Well, keep on keeping on. Thanks for reading; later!