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Skeptics and True Believers 2.
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 Created on 5-10-08
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Later in the day I went to one of my band-mates, Michael's house. There my cellphone rang AGAIN. "Oh my god, I think it's Kelsey again." he tells me sounding exhausted. Seriously, she's called about fifty million frickin times already.
"Don't anwer it! Please." I roll my eyes. He's closer to the phone than I am, I got tired of the constant vibration. My leg was numb because it kept ringing so much.
"Why don't you just turn your phone off?" he asks me.
"Because then I can't see how many times she's called."
"Uhh, there's always caller ID??"
"But I'm supposed to answer every five times she calls." I tell him straight. She's fucking pissing me off. What does she want from me?
It rings for the last time. And then stops. Everything is finally quiet.
"I'm telling you, you should turn it off."
I look at him trying to make a decision.
"Come on, she's got you acting like her little bitch."
"Man, shut the fuck up." I punch him in his arm and turn the phone off.
"I'm just telling you, you gotta cut her loose. You guys are already saying 'I love you' even though it's been only 3 months?" he shakes his head disapprovingly.
"You're just jealous that I'm spending all my time with her and not with you." I joke.
"Yeah, I am. I do feel like we never have our William and Michael time. Wichael time."
"Um, please, don't ever say anything like that again. I'm frikin scared of you now, I think you're a homo."
"Pshhh yeah right. You see me at those parties. It's a basketball came: always shootin to score it in. I bet you I could have your girl if I wanted to."
An hour later we're at my old high school, me, michael and andy. "Fucking memories." Andy says.
"I know, only three years ago we belonged to this place. Now we just look like some kind of pedifiles lerking around here like this." I drink my beer.
My phone rings. "Yeah?" I answer, I know it's her.
"You wanna come over? I'm lonely."
"Well, that depends...what are we ganna do?"
"Talk?" she says sincerely. damn. The guys keep giving me trouble about how she refuses for me to get laid.
"Talk? About what?" There she goes again: I'm not one of her girlfriends she can call to talk to, I'm not ganna paint her nails or her toenails, whatever. She needs to get that I don't want to talk to her every minute of the day.
"About everything. I feel so disconnected from you lately, you know? We didn't get to hang out this weekend and you're not answering any of my calls."
"My phone was off all day." I basically tell the truth. "And besides, I'm talking to you now."
"But I want to be able to look into your eyes and see how you feel about things."
WTF? What is she talking about now? "Uh, yeah...I'm not sure I can come over tonight. We, uh, we got band practice." I look at the guys and see that they're looking at me.
"So? Skip it."
"Uh, well sweety, I'm kind of the lead singer. I think they'd notice." I make an excuse.
"Well then I think you have to make a choice. What's more important: me, or your friends?" she asks. My friends. Bye. No, that sounds lame. Maybe if I do this for her, she'll do a little something for me.
"What do you think?" I answer her.
"It's hard to tell sometimes. What do you pick?"
"You, baby. Ok? I don't know why we need to talk honey, we're totally connected. We're like a plug in a socket." I wish.
"I don't know, I just really need to see you. When are you ganna get here?" Urghhh, did I not just say were connected? What more do you want?
"Ok I'll be over in an hour."
"Ok, thank you Willybear."
"Mmmhmm." I look at the guys snickering to their sides, they heard that.
"I love you."
"Bye." I hang up.
"So Willybear, when were you going to tell us we had bandpractice?" Michael says in a baby voice and plays with his hair.
ha ha ha.
I thought about ditching her...but she would never forgive me. Plus, maybe she'll want to repay me in some small way. "Actually, we don't. But you guys do. Practice, you guys. Call everybody up, tell him to come over. I'm getting laid."
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