gimme yo number, and i'll callllll...

well. no, i wouldn't. i
i'm not really the biggest fan of talking on the phone. unless it's late-night conversations where we're both tired but neither of us wants to hang up because we like talking to each other so much and we end up talking about either food or sex, or food and sex...ahem.
but yeah, i wouldn't call if you gave me your number.
not that i could anyway.
deren broke my phone.
i own get no upgrade until june, either.
-__-
it was already unhinged on one side, but it WORKED. now i'm like the rest of the peons and plebeians: phone-less and car-less.
it's a sad sad sad world.
and why, may you ask, did deren break it?
let me set the scene...
[open scene with deven reading in her bed.]
{door opens and slams.}
[deren storms past deven's room, deposits her backpack in her bedroom, backs up, takes a running jump into deven's room and lands on her bed.]
"heyyy, deven."
"hello, deren."
[deren makes a grab for the phone, laying beside deven on the bed. deven sees her devilish intent, and swiftly hides phone under thigh, effectively obliterating it from sight. because deven's thighs are disproportionate to her little body.]
"lemme see your phone."
[deren scrabbles for it under deven's thigh. deven unsuccessfully tries to press her thigh down, but deren succeeds in getting the phone.]
"gimme my phone, deren."
"why? i need it. and don't nobody call you no how. that's why you ain't go--"
"GIVE IT HITHER, HEIFER."
[deren and deven struggle for a moment. deven succeeds in pinning deren to the bed. this is harder than it sounds. though deren is naught but 98 lbs (7 stone) fully clothed, soaking wet, with pockets full of change, she is strong and wily. and taller than deven.]
{phone drops.}
[deren looks at the phone, and gets an overwhelming urge to take a niiice, long shower. deven sighs and picks the phone up. she notices that it comes apart in her hand. it's a flip phone that will never flip again.]
"DEREN...you killed it!! i own get no upgrade until juuuune!!!"
{maniacal laughter from the bathroom.}
[end scene.]

she lucky i love her and whatnot, or i woulda killed her in her sleep. i was expecting a call...