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alday4: My number?

sk8terpimp77: yea you know your phone number, do you have a cell phone so I can call you?

alday4: ummmm, well I don't know, I really like you, but my number is kind of personal

sk8terpimp77: well what If I give you my number?

alday4: Idk I guess yea you could do that

sk8terpimp77: My number is 213-050-1318

alday4: Okay is it fine if I call you right now?

sk8terpimp77: well yea

I go to my bedroom and get my cell phone,  I have never ever called a guy on the phone before, well I have just not one of my clients. I really don't know what I should say, should I say hi or will he say hi when I call and he picks up.  What if this isn't really his number what if it's just a joke.  I guess I just have to get over my fears. I punch in his phone number along with *67 so my number is blocked, and then nervously await an answer.

"hello"

"hey ange"

"justin?"

"who else would it be?"

I laugh at that. I can tell he is a very humorus person.

"UMM the president" I answer not knowing what to say.

"you know the president!?!?"

"but of course, we go way back"

"oh is this so?"

"yea we go way back, like, in a different life."

he laughs at that, he sounds, he sounds sad.  Like it took him alot of strength just to get him to laugh.  He has a very nice voice.  rough and mellow at the same time.

"justin, are you okay?"

"yea just a little tired."

"then why don't you go to bed?"

"because I wanted to talk to you"

"oh"

"yeeh, so angela?  you said you lived in lalaland, where do you live really?

"I live in lalaland, in fact I'm the queen."

"oh so I'm talking to a queen."

"yep"

"oh well I'm a pesent"

"well then bow down"

he laughs at me, his laugh is like the rushing waters of a stream, the gental flow of his words slowed down by his rough southern dialect.

"justin? are you laughing at me?"

"possibly"

"I think you are"

"well you thought right"

I hear some one other then Justin on the other end of the phone.  Some guy yelling that there's no beer in the fridge, he seems really angry.  I think he's yelling at justin but I can't tell,  May be he is, maybe he isn't.

"what's all that about?"  I asked him nervously afraid he might get mad.

"nothin', just my step dad's drunk,  he usually is."  he giggles at his own joke

"do your parents drink?" He asked me

"well on occassion, not alot though."

"well that must be nice, not having a screaming drunk yell at you all the time."

"My parents arn't really home, they travle alot, so it's just mostly me by myself."

"That must be wonderful,  I wish it was just me."

it goes silent for a few moments after that.  I really don't know what to say.  but after a minute or so the voice in the background gets louder and I can hear everything he is saying.  He is talking to Justin and he is very angry.  It's a little muffled over the phone or maybe that's just the older man's slured speach but for some reason I felt scared for Justin.  As I listen to the confersation justin is having with his step dad, I start to notice how good I have my life.

"YOU ROTTEN NO GOOD SON OF A BITCH,  I PUT A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD AND PAY FOR YOUR EDUCATION AND YOU REPAY ME BY DRINKING MY BEER, YOUR NOT EVEN MY SON!"  Justin's step dad sounds really drunk, his voice makes me sick with fear and pity.

I don't hear a respons from Justin but he must have said something because the older man started to speak again.  Even louder now.

"IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK!" 

I hear a crash and then a wimper and I knew that Justin's step-father had hit him.

"Justin, hey justin, are you okay?" I don't even know if he can hear me over the phone but some one did and the next thing I know the line goes dead.......................