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| Ring! | |
| By Snodlander | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| 29 May 2007 | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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An entry onto the lazy writers forum Sue stared at her phone. “Phone me,” she thought, concentrating. “Phooooone me!” He was going to phone her. How could he not? He was going to phone her. Why else would he ask for her number? He had entered it into his own phone as she told him. So he hadn’t lost it. What if he had fat-fingered it? Hit the wrong digit? No. He had read it back to her. It was safe, locked away inside all that electronic circuitry. So he would call her. He would. But what if he didn’t? What if he only asked because he thought he might get somewhere if he appeared interested? No. Terry wasn’t like that. Well, hopefully he was a bit like that. Because, let’s face it, he was a bit gorgeous. She smiled. They had been at a table near the dance floor, her, June and Lisa. The three musketeers, sort of. Out for their Friday night laugh. They had been making risqué comments about the group of lads at the bar, who were so checking them out. Then Terry had walked over, a shy smile on his face. Right up to her. Not Lisa, who always attracted the chat-up lines. Not June, who was a great mate, but, let’s be honest, a bit of a slapper when she had a few drinks in her. But right up to her, Sue. Sue, who never got chatted up. Who always went home alone. “Excuse me. Would you like a dance?” And her friends had cracked up. I mean, it was a bit old fashioned, asking like that. But Sue hadn’t laughed. She had smiled, her face bright red. Because he was so gorgeous, easily the best-looking of his friends. And he was shy, but he still stood there, looking at her, even though he was being laughed at by her mates. So she had said yes. And later, at the end of a slow dance he had kissed her. Gently, letting her pull away if she wanted. Softly, so it tickled a little, but in a nice way. And when she finally did pull away, he didn’t push it. And he hadn’t tried to force his tongue into her mouth. Though he might, next time. And if he didn’t, she might. Sue realised guiltily that she had her hand to her mouth, her lips on the edge of her finger, as though she were kissing him. She snapped her hand down to her lap. She was not so desperate that she was going to start Frenching her own hand. Of course, if he phoned she wouldn’t have to make believe. She glared at the phone again. “Terry, phone me. Phone me! Terry!” Her raw psychic power would make it happen. She imagined her thoughts radiating through the ether with the phone waves, into the phone mast, across to his local phone mast, and then radiating into his brain. “Phone me, Terry. Phone the beautiful girl you fell in love with last night.” The treacherous phone remained silent. Was she being too desperate? It was only last night that they had met, after all. Maybe he wasn’t after a relationship. Maybe he was just out for a casual dance. Maybe he already had a girlfriend. Bastard! But he couldn’t have. Not the way he had talked to her. So shy, so gentle. And he was so interested in her, her job, her dreams. Maybe that was it. Maybe he was too shy. Maybe he was even now staring at his phone, unable to muster the courage to phone her. No. He wasn’t a coward. Not the way he had had walked the long walk across the dance floor, under the eyes of his mates and hers. Risking the humiliation of having to walk back again. And he hadn’t been shy about asking for her phone number. So maybe she was expecting too much, thinking he would phone the very next evening. She had showered and washed her hair and laid out at least half a dozen outfits on her bed, all before six. So now she had nothing left to do but stare at the phone and scream inside her head for the damn thing to ring. Maybe he had phoned when she was in the shower. Should she check her messages? But what if he phoned her while she was checking them? No, best wait and stare and hope and go absolutely mad with frustration and phone me, damn you. Phone me! Now! The phone rang, and Sue almost vomited with surprise and terror. Oh my God! It was him! She grabbed at the phone, then froze. If she answered on the first ring, he would know that she had been sitting there, waiting for it to ring. And what was she going to say? What if he was ringing to say he couldn’t see her again? What if it wasn’t him? Sue took a deep breath. Wait for the fifth ring, make him sweat. She picked up the receiver on the third ring. “Hello?... Terry?... Terry who?”
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playing it cool was she? liked this, it's funny, liked the line where she catches herself almost french kissing her hand. LOL nice internal thoughts too.
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