So When the Smoke Clears, Here I am, chapter 3
***the end of the school day***
***Callie's P. O. V. ***
I walked home down the same route that I had used that morning. I wasn't looking where I was going, though. I was too busy staring at my palm, where Mike had scrawled his number at lunch.
I contemplated whether I should call him or not all the way home. When I got there, I pulled out my key and unlocked the door.
When I got inside, I went into my room and changed my clothes to spare a lecture that probably would have come up when my mother got home.
I went into the living room and sat down on the couch, grabbing the phone on my way.
I could feel the nerves rushing through me as I began to dial. A few times I just thought of putting the phone back down, but something stopped me. Finally managing to muster enough courage, I dialed and put the phone to my ear. It rang and then someone answered. A woman's voice.
"Hello?" it said.
"Uh, hi. Is Mike home?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking.
"Who's calling?"
"It's Callie, from school," I told her. Crap, my cover's gone.
"Sure, hang on," she said.
"MIKE!" I heard her yell, "PHONE!"
"Hello?" Mike said
"H-Hey Mike," I stuttered
"Callie!" he said happily, "What's up?"
"Not much, I just got home. What are you doing?"
"Nothing really. Billie Joe's over. Supposedly, we're doing homework. We've really just been BSing so far."
"Cool," I said.
We pretty much just talked for a while until my dad got home, he made me hang the phone, unfortunately as Mike, Billie Joe, and I were in the middle of an engaging conversation about how Mr. Hobbes must be an alien.
***Mike's P. O. V. ***
"MIKE! PHONE!"
I ran down the stairs to the kitchen where my Mom was waiting with the telephone. I took it from her.
"Hello?" I said.
"H-Hey Mike," a voice stuttered
"Callie!" I said, recognizing the voice, "What's up?"
"Not much, I just got home. What are you doing?"
"Nothing really. Billie Joe's over. Supposedly, we're doing homework. We've really just been BSing so far." I smiled. It was fun wasting time with BJ.
"Cool," she said.
Billie Joe came into the kitchen as we were talking.
"Gimme the phone," he said, after realizing who it was.
"Billie wants to say hi," I told Callie, handing Billie Joe the phone.
"Hey, Cal," Billie said, "Good. And you?... That's good. Wacha up to?... Sweet. Mr. Hobbes? Of course! No doubt about it... Sure, okay, here's Mike back," He handed me the phone.
For some reason, we spent the next 45 minutes talking about reasons why Mr. Hobbes is an alien. Why? The world may never know.
***Callie's P. O. V. ***
I walked home down the same route that I had used that morning. I wasn't looking where I was going, though. I was too busy staring at my palm, where Mike had scrawled his number at lunch.
I contemplated whether I should call him or not all the way home. When I got there, I pulled out my key and unlocked the door.
When I got inside, I went into my room and changed my clothes to spare a lecture that probably would have come up when my mother got home.
I went into the living room and sat down on the couch, grabbing the phone on my way.
I could feel the nerves rushing through me as I began to dial. A few times I just thought of putting the phone back down, but something stopped me. Finally managing to muster enough courage, I dialed and put the phone to my ear. It rang and then someone answered. A woman's voice.
"Hello?" it said.
"Uh, hi. Is Mike home?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking.
"Who's calling?"
"It's Callie, from school," I told her. Crap, my cover's gone.
"Sure, hang on," she said.
"MIKE!" I heard her yell, "PHONE!"
"Hello?" Mike said
"H-Hey Mike," I stuttered
"Callie!" he said happily, "What's up?"
"Not much, I just got home. What are you doing?"
"Nothing really. Billie Joe's over. Supposedly, we're doing homework. We've really just been BSing so far."
"Cool," I said.
We pretty much just talked for a while until my dad got home, he made me hang the phone, unfortunately as Mike, Billie Joe, and I were in the middle of an engaging conversation about how Mr. Hobbes must be an alien.
***Mike's P. O. V. ***
"MIKE! PHONE!"
I ran down the stairs to the kitchen where my Mom was waiting with the telephone. I took it from her.
"Hello?" I said.
"H-Hey Mike," a voice stuttered
"Callie!" I said, recognizing the voice, "What's up?"
"Not much, I just got home. What are you doing?"
"Nothing really. Billie Joe's over. Supposedly, we're doing homework. We've really just been BSing so far." I smiled. It was fun wasting time with BJ.
"Cool," she said.
Billie Joe came into the kitchen as we were talking.
"Gimme the phone," he said, after realizing who it was.
"Billie wants to say hi," I told Callie, handing Billie Joe the phone.
"Hey, Cal," Billie said, "Good. And you?... That's good. Wacha up to?... Sweet. Mr. Hobbes? Of course! No doubt about it... Sure, okay, here's Mike back," He handed me the phone.
For some reason, we spent the next 45 minutes talking about reasons why Mr. Hobbes is an alien. Why? The world may never know.
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