Cold Coffee and Pretzel Nibblers, chapter 3
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"Stella?"
I heard a dreamy voice as I slowly woke up.
"Stella... "
I slowly opened my eyes to see my dad.
"Sweetie are you ok?" he asked me. My head was swirling.
"Dad...Why are there 2 of you?"
"Not good..." I heard my dad mutter before I passed out again.
Mike's POV
Stella passed out again and I wasn't sure what to do. Was that really Claudia on the phone? There was only one way to find out. I knew I was going to regret this.
I got out my cell and scrolled down the list of people. I was amazed yet relieved to find Tre's number listed. I hadn't called him in so long I forgot his number. I hesitated at first, not sure if I should call Tre. What if wasn't Claudia? I couldn't just hang up and continue as it has been for the pass three years. It would be too awkward and very random. Tre would probably think I was desperate or something. Wait...who am I kidding?
Without a second thought I rang up Tre. I nervously waited for him to pick up.
Ramona's POV
I was in my room, on the computer chatting with a friend when I heard my cell ring. The ring tone was Governador.
"I really need to fix up this phone." I grumbled. It used to be my dad's, but he gave it to me and I have to clean up all the ring tones for each individual person and the contacts too, I haven't done that yet. And my dad has to tell all those people I don't know, (and could care less about if they're studio mangers or producers) that he changed his cell. So for the past month I've been getting phone calls from strangers in the music business, which gets really annoying.
I dug my cell out of the clutter of stuff as I did I wondered who it was. I never had a call with this ring tone, so I knew it was someone new. I looked at the screen. The contact name was 'The Bitchard'. Usually I wouldn't answer, but the name sounded vaguely familiar, yet I couldn't put my finger on it. But since the screen name seemed very taunting and I had a hunch my dad probably didn't like this guy. I thought a little fun wouldn't hurt. I answered.
"Hello, this is Tre Cool Incorporates, Mr. Cool's secretary speaking, how can I help you?" I asked in a sexy secretary voice. There was a moment of silence. Just as I was about to ask if anyone was there, a bewildered voice came up.
"Ramona?"
I felt the blood freeze in my veins and my eyes widen and my face going white when I heard the deep, dark voice at the other end. I let out a deafening scream into the phone, traumatized, and threw it across my room, hitting the wall with a smash. As I curled up in a corner, the phone fell on a picture frame on a shelf and knocked it over, pushing a photo album off the self, which landed open on my bed. I saw a picture of me, Stella and Mike at a party. I stared at it. As the memories flooded back, I screamed again.
Mike's POV
I nervously waited for Tre to pick. I was about to crap my pants, just when I heard some one pick up.
"Hello, this is Tre Cool Incorporates, Mr. Cool's secretary speaking, how can I help you?" In a flash I recognized that cocky voice.
"Ramona?" I asked in shock. There was silence and then all the sudden a terrible scream that deafened my ear and then a crunch and the connection was lost. What the in fucking hell was that!? I thought. I called again to see what happened.
Tre's Pov
I was lying around the house, bored as usual. I was just flipping through channels when I hear this horrible scream echo through the house and then this crashing sound. What the fuck? I got up and ran down the hall just as I heard another scream. It sounded like it came from Ramona's room. Just as ran across the giant mansion and up stairs and down the hall to her room, heard her yelling furiously and smashing something. As I burst through her bed room door, I saw her smashing her cell phone in to piece with a hammer on the floor as she screamed "die, die, die!" like physco path killer. She spotted me staring at her massacring her phone and she dropped the hammer and ran past me out of the room. She had terrorized look on her face, all panic-stricken. I head her run down the stairs and out the front door. I stared back at the smashed phone wonder what had scared her so much. She screamed twice and then smashed her phone. I was creeped out myself. I spotted something on her bed. It was a photo album. As I walked up I saw the picture. I screamed. I looked back at the smashed phone.
"Mike," I whispered. I then knew what had scared Ramona.
I heard a dreamy voice as I slowly woke up.
"Stella... "
I slowly opened my eyes to see my dad.
"Sweetie are you ok?" he asked me. My head was swirling.
"Dad...Why are there 2 of you?"
"Not good..." I heard my dad mutter before I passed out again.
Mike's POV
Stella passed out again and I wasn't sure what to do. Was that really Claudia on the phone? There was only one way to find out. I knew I was going to regret this.
I got out my cell and scrolled down the list of people. I was amazed yet relieved to find Tre's number listed. I hadn't called him in so long I forgot his number. I hesitated at first, not sure if I should call Tre. What if wasn't Claudia? I couldn't just hang up and continue as it has been for the pass three years. It would be too awkward and very random. Tre would probably think I was desperate or something. Wait...who am I kidding?
Without a second thought I rang up Tre. I nervously waited for him to pick up.
Ramona's POV
I was in my room, on the computer chatting with a friend when I heard my cell ring. The ring tone was Governador.
"I really need to fix up this phone." I grumbled. It used to be my dad's, but he gave it to me and I have to clean up all the ring tones for each individual person and the contacts too, I haven't done that yet. And my dad has to tell all those people I don't know, (and could care less about if they're studio mangers or producers) that he changed his cell. So for the past month I've been getting phone calls from strangers in the music business, which gets really annoying.
I dug my cell out of the clutter of stuff as I did I wondered who it was. I never had a call with this ring tone, so I knew it was someone new. I looked at the screen. The contact name was 'The Bitchard'. Usually I wouldn't answer, but the name sounded vaguely familiar, yet I couldn't put my finger on it. But since the screen name seemed very taunting and I had a hunch my dad probably didn't like this guy. I thought a little fun wouldn't hurt. I answered.
"Hello, this is Tre Cool Incorporates, Mr. Cool's secretary speaking, how can I help you?" I asked in a sexy secretary voice. There was a moment of silence. Just as I was about to ask if anyone was there, a bewildered voice came up.
"Ramona?"
I felt the blood freeze in my veins and my eyes widen and my face going white when I heard the deep, dark voice at the other end. I let out a deafening scream into the phone, traumatized, and threw it across my room, hitting the wall with a smash. As I curled up in a corner, the phone fell on a picture frame on a shelf and knocked it over, pushing a photo album off the self, which landed open on my bed. I saw a picture of me, Stella and Mike at a party. I stared at it. As the memories flooded back, I screamed again.
Mike's POV
I nervously waited for Tre to pick. I was about to crap my pants, just when I heard some one pick up.
"Hello, this is Tre Cool Incorporates, Mr. Cool's secretary speaking, how can I help you?" In a flash I recognized that cocky voice.
"Ramona?" I asked in shock. There was silence and then all the sudden a terrible scream that deafened my ear and then a crunch and the connection was lost. What the in fucking hell was that!? I thought. I called again to see what happened.
Tre's Pov
I was lying around the house, bored as usual. I was just flipping through channels when I hear this horrible scream echo through the house and then this crashing sound. What the fuck? I got up and ran down the hall just as I heard another scream. It sounded like it came from Ramona's room. Just as ran across the giant mansion and up stairs and down the hall to her room, heard her yelling furiously and smashing something. As I burst through her bed room door, I saw her smashing her cell phone in to piece with a hammer on the floor as she screamed "die, die, die!" like physco path killer. She spotted me staring at her massacring her phone and she dropped the hammer and ran past me out of the room. She had terrorized look on her face, all panic-stricken. I head her run down the stairs and out the front door. I stared back at the smashed phone wonder what had scared her so much. She screamed twice and then smashed her phone. I was creeped out myself. I spotted something on her bed. It was a photo album. As I walked up I saw the picture. I screamed. I looked back at the smashed phone.
"Mike," I whispered. I then knew what had scared Ramona.
