"Whatever makes you bad, leave it. Whatever makes you smile, keep it!-Unknown"
As I stood in the bright phone booth, I still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I felt as though something was right behind my shoulder, but every time I spun around to meet the demon, it was never there. It was like a ghost haunting me from one of those horror movies Sammy is about to watch.. Or maybe it was simply my concoiunce, i'll probley never know.
It was a freak feeling though, as I listened to that number dial. It was as if I wanted more than I was about to get.. Which happened to be nothing, because I was met with not my demons, but the Mike's message machine.
"Heeey! It's Michael( And Missy ) (Shut up Missy!), I'm not at the phone right now because I'm dealing with this little twerp (Hey!) Leave a message after the BEEP!"
I could feel tears stinging my eyes as our message played only once, and I was met with the 'beep'. I just stood there, my eyes trained to the darkness.. We were so happy before me moved to Santa Carla; no drama, trouble free.. But when we come here, everything changes.. Why did everything have to change? Between Mike and I, I mean I love the rest of the chances(Well, some of them.. I love Santa Carla, and my new life.) but we didn't seem right anymore.
He didn't even pick up the phone.. Maybe it was because Jerry and his men were there, I probley shouldn't have even called. But I felt that it was the right thing to do.
Let's hope he calls the hotel.
I walked back to the hotel with my eyes to the ground, my ears trained on the sound of my footsteps splashing against the slick ground. I was a little disappointed that Mike didn't pick up; but like I said.. He was probley busy. No doubt with the other boys, and Jerry's men. It still hurt though, I was really planning on talking to him, and making what ever was wrong, right again.
Hmm.. Maybe nothing was wrong.. Maybe it was just me and my other thinking. Ugh..
"Missy?"
I jumped at the sound of a familiar man's husky voice as I glanced up, but kept on walking.
"Missy?"
I let a low sigh escape my lips, but still kept on walking.. Didn't he get the hint? I didn't want to talk.
"Missy!?"
His voice grew a little louder this time, and this time I decided to look up at him.
"What!" I nearly yelled, peering deep into his chilling icy blues. I hated being pissed off at him, because quite frankly, it wasn't his fault. But it seems as though I'm mad at the world; sadly.
He didn't speak, just looked into my eyes and waited for the explanation that never came. I dug into my pocket and pulled out a couple bills and passed it to him.
"Sam wants munchies.. I'll be back in the hotel."
And with that, I walked away.
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