The Questions We Ask, chapter 5

"Mom?" I waved my hand in front of her un-blinking eyes. "Mom?" Her lips were pulled tight and she left the room, seconds later to be slamming her bedroom door shut. I let out a sigh. I then went to my bedroom and flipped through my address book for Jason's number. He's been my best friend since we were born, literally, and I...think...I think I've always loved him. Had a thing for him. And now, not being with Zach anymore, maybe this can be my chance, but only if I find out if Jason's still with that quiet girl, Courtney. Don't get me wrong, she's nice, but you know...

"Hello?" he finally answered.

"Hi, Jase. How are you?"

"Okay...but I broke up with Courtney. That slut was cheating on me!" He sounded upset, the angry kind.

"Jase, it'll be okay, you deserve better. Can you come get me? I've been car grounded...but I need to talk to you, and it can't be on the phone."

"Sure, I'll be there in a few."

"Thanks, Jase. I missed you for a minute there!" I joked.

"Yeah, me too, Miss Everyday Caller!"

"Bye, Jase."

"Bye." Sure enough, in a few minutes, a knock came at the door. I ran down the stairs and opened the door to, I wonder who? Jase, of course. He smiled and I let him in. "Hello."

"Hi, Jason," I said to bug him. He hates his given name.

"Hello, Flannery."

"Point taken." I led him up to my room to TALK and only TALK. Dirty peoples...

"Whatcha call me here for?" he asked.

"It's about...you know...I found my dad," I blurted. Okay, not how I expected it to go!

"Cool. Who is he?" he asked calmly. I'm glad he didn't flip out.

"Um...okay, his name starts with an 'ass' and ends with a 'hole'. No, his real name is Billie Joe Armstrong and I hate him."

"WHAT?!" he yelled. "BILLIE JOE?! He's my idol! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Because I only found out today," I answered.

"Point taken."

"Mimicker!"

"Point taken."

"Shut it!"

"Point...taken." I laughed. Then the phone rang. I didn't feel like picking it up, so I hit the speakerphone button on the little console thingy. It's supposed to be for businesses, my phone.

"Hello?"

"FLAMMA!" someone yelled.

"Who is this?" I asked cautiously.

"You...you don't remember the ME?" Ah, of course.

"Tre."

"Yep, that's my name, don't wear it out!"

"What did you call for, buddy?"

"I'm your buddy?! Cool! Um...I was wonderiiiiing..." he said as he sounded like Cartman from South Park.

"Yes, darling, would you like more cheesy poofs?" I imitated as his mom.

"Um, no. Uh...how can I say this...? Wannagooutbye!" and he hung up.

"That was weird...Did Tre Cool JUST ask me out?" I wondered in disbelief.

"Yeah...Well, good luck with that, I was doing a report. You know, for that extra class I've been taking?"

"Oh, yeah. That one that you've been vraggin about for hours on end?" He blushed.

"Yeah. I have to go. Bye!" He got up after kissing me on the cheek - I died - and left. I'm all alone...

"'I was alone... I was all by myself...No one was looking...'" I sang. I chuckled to myself as I f69ed Tre.

"Heeeeeellloooo?" he answered with the O's at the end sounding like 'oo', by the way.

"HII!!" I yelled.

"Bye," he said shortly. That retard hung up again! Fuming, I called back on my cell phone. "Heeeeeeellooooooooo?" he answered again.

"Hi, this is someone..." I answered stupidly in a fake voice.

"Yeah, I don't expect a rock to call me. Except that one time...when my pet chicken convinced it to..."

"Tre! Yesbye!" I said quickly. Then I hung up on him. Not something I'd do if it were the morning. If it was, when I didn't meet them yet, I'd be screaming my head off and hollering about having THE TRE COOL's phone number. Weird how things can change in a matter of an hour or two.