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The Lies He Told
One prank phone call turns into a heated romance; but one simple lie could cost Avery her life
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The Lies He Told
One prank phone call turns into a heated romance; but one simple lie could cost Avery her life
I slouched in my chair; watching Marissa pace slowly around; looking for her keys.
“You know you could help,” She nagged “I can’t leave until I find my car keys”
I sighed “I did. I looked in the kitchen; the bathroom; under my bed and in the sleeping bag you slept in last night. I'm telling you Marissa; they’re not gonna show up anytime soon; so you mine as well pop in a DVD and sit next to me”
“AVERY!”
”What’d I do?”
She continued to pace around; throwing everything out of place and trashing my living room
“Come on my little issue; you not gonna find it trashing my living room. You don’t wanna go home anyways; so what's the point?”
“I have to go feed my cat!”
“Please; that little demon could live on your shoes for a couple of days”
She stopped, “What if she runs out of shoes?”
“Your not gonna be gone THAT long. Plus; there's always that yummy wall in the bathroom and those nasty rats that run around at night”
“I have no rats!”
”Really? Then who took my mascara the night I stayed over?”
“I did”
“Sure,” I sighed “You took it at three in the morning; used it for no apparent reason; then stuffed it in a whole in the wall where a collection of cheese was growing”
“It’s an emergency stash”
“It was growing mold, Marissa”
“Fine; but what about my boyfriend?”
“You don’t have one,” I paused “And don’t try to say you do ‘cause if you did you wouldn’t be complaining about your cat”
She huffed and plopped on my couch, “Fine; you win. What are we going to do anyways?”
“I don’t know; movie?”
“You only have four movies and we watched them all five times last night”
“Hey! The one about the rat following his dreams was very moving!”
“You mean Ratatouille?” She laughed “Avery; you cried when he found his brother”
“I have feelings”
“No movies”
“But-“
“No”
This time it was my turn to huff “Well then what are we going to do?”
Marissa sat there for a minute; looking at the digital clock that read ‘8:47’
“It’s not too late to prank call someone”
I laughed, “Remember the last time we tried to do that? You were too drunk to finish the call so I had to act like your mother and apologize”
“You were drunk too!”
”I only had one beer. You had four beers; two margaritas and finished off three wine bottles”
“And?”
“You were drunk”
“We’re sober now though”
I sat with my arms crossed for awhile,
“Fine”
“Really?!”
”Yeah”
She walked over to the cordless phone then sat back down
“Pick any seven numbers”
“Um…,” I thought “How about 678-9736?”
“Cay!”
She quickly dialed the number; placed it to her ear and gave a wide grin
There was a mumble on the other line
Marissa gave her best reporter voice “Hello sir; this is WP news and we would like to inform you of the terror going around”
There was another mumble
“Yes sir. There have been reports of bitch assness going around. If you have witnessed ANY bitch assness; please call 1-811-BitchAssNess”
There was more mumbling
“No sir; this is not a joke; if you witnessed ANY please dial 1-811-BitchAssNess; thank you sir; have a nice day”
Marissa put the phone down and we broke out in laughter
“Bitch assness?”
She nodded her head; tears streaming down her red face
“You are so retarded!”
After countless minutes of laughter; we decided to celebrate our victory
“Starbucks?”
“Sure,” I smiled “Maybe we can find some ‘bitch assness’”
Marissa smiled “Yeah; grab your cell and put 1-811-BitchAssNess on speed dial”
“You got it”
~~~~~~~~Starbucks~~~~~~~~
I sat in the booth and waiting for Marissa to come back with our orders
“Take this seriously Gerard!”
“I'm sorry Frank; but bitch assness? That’s some fucking funny shit!!”
My spit got caught in my throat as I over herd the two men talking behind me
“Do you think I should report the number?”
“Hell yeah; what if they do it again? Then they’ll wanna know were you live; what you do; and then fuck you-“
“Um…” I started
“And then chain you to a wall and use a fuckin wooden paddle-“
“Excuse me but-“
“And lick you and tell you dirty secrets-“
Okay; this man could say all this shit with a serious face while an innocent little lady; me of course; stood right there
“Mister; could you-“
“And then cut your pickle off and eat-“
I'm sorry but that was way too far
”HEY BONEHEAD”
“What?”
So there I stood; in front of two completely idiotic men with a very flustered face and nothing to say
“Well…?” said the one complaining about the phone call
“Oh… uh… sorry about the call…”
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One prank phone call turns into a heated romance; but one simple lie could cost Avery her life
I slouched in my chair; watching Marissa pace slowly around; looking for her keys.
“You know you could help,” She nagged “I can’t leave until I find my car keys”
I sighed “I did. I looked in the kitchen; the bathroom; under my bed and in the sleeping bag you slept in last night. I'm telling you Marissa; they’re not gonna show up anytime soon; so you mine as well pop in a DVD and sit next to me”
“AVERY!”
”What’d I do?”
She continued to pace around; throwing everything out of place and trashing my living room
“Come on my little issue; you not gonna find it trashing my living room. You don’t wanna go home anyways; so what's the point?”
“I have to go feed my cat!”
“Please; that little demon could live on your shoes for a couple of days”
She stopped, “What if she runs out of shoes?”
“Your not gonna be gone THAT long. Plus; there's always that yummy wall in the bathroom and those nasty rats that run around at night”
“I have no rats!”
”Really? Then who took my mascara the night I stayed over?”
“I did”
“Sure,” I sighed “You took it at three in the morning; used it for no apparent reason; then stuffed it in a whole in the wall where a collection of cheese was growing”
“It’s an emergency stash”
“It was growing mold, Marissa”
“Fine; but what about my boyfriend?”
“You don’t have one,” I paused “And don’t try to say you do ‘cause if you did you wouldn’t be complaining about your cat”
She huffed and plopped on my couch, “Fine; you win. What are we going to do anyways?”
“I don’t know; movie?”
“You only have four movies and we watched them all five times last night”
“Hey! The one about the rat following his dreams was very moving!”
“You mean Ratatouille?” She laughed “Avery; you cried when he found his brother”
“I have feelings”
“No movies”
“But-“
“No”
This time it was my turn to huff “Well then what are we going to do?”
Marissa sat there for a minute; looking at the digital clock that read ‘8:47’
“It’s not too late to prank call someone”
I laughed, “Remember the last time we tried to do that? You were too drunk to finish the call so I had to act like your mother and apologize”
“You were drunk too!”
”I only had one beer. You had four beers; two margaritas and finished off three wine bottles”
“And?”
“You were drunk”
“We’re sober now though”
I sat with my arms crossed for awhile,
“Fine”
“Really?!”
”Yeah”
She walked over to the cordless phone then sat back down
“Pick any seven numbers”
“Um…,” I thought “How about 678-9736?”
“Cay!”
She quickly dialed the number; placed it to her ear and gave a wide grin
There was a mumble on the other line
Marissa gave her best reporter voice “Hello sir; this is WP news and we would like to inform you of the terror going around”
There was another mumble
“Yes sir. There have been reports of bitch assness going around. If you have witnessed ANY bitch assness; please call 1-811-BitchAssNess”
There was more mumbling
“No sir; this is not a joke; if you witnessed ANY please dial 1-811-BitchAssNess; thank you sir; have a nice day”
Marissa put the phone down and we broke out in laughter
“Bitch assness?”
She nodded her head; tears streaming down her red face
“You are so retarded!”
After countless minutes of laughter; we decided to celebrate our victory
“Starbucks?”
“Sure,” I smiled “Maybe we can find some ‘bitch assness’”
Marissa smiled “Yeah; grab your cell and put 1-811-BitchAssNess on speed dial”
“You got it”
~~~~~~~~Starbucks~~~~~~~~
I sat in the booth and waiting for Marissa to come back with our orders
“Take this seriously Gerard!”
“I'm sorry Frank; but bitch assness? That’s some fucking funny shit!!”
My spit got caught in my throat as I over herd the two men talking behind me
“Do you think I should report the number?”
“Hell yeah; what if they do it again? Then they’ll wanna know were you live; what you do; and then fuck you-“
“Um…” I started
“And then chain you to a wall and use a fuckin wooden paddle-“
“Excuse me but-“
“And lick you and tell you dirty secrets-“
Okay; this man could say all this shit with a serious face while an innocent little lady; me of course; stood right there
“Mister; could you-“
“And then cut your pickle off and eat-“
I'm sorry but that was way too far
”HEY BONEHEAD”
“What?”
So there I stood; in front of two completely idiotic men with a very flustered face and nothing to say
“Well…?” said the one complaining about the phone call
“Oh… uh… sorry about the call…”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hi!
Please review for this story or NO UPDATES… or at lest rate me… PLEASE… rates are good… but so are reviews so PLEASE pick one… or two; I don’t care Xp
TTLY!!!
Kazmirra
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