Sam's POV:-
"Yes Owen. We can put the birdcage next to the window," I say absently, searching for my clipboard among the props. "No Owen, it doesn't matter where we place it... Why? Cause it's just a prop!" I snap irritated. Not disheartened, Owen continues to drill me with stupid questions.
I find my clipboard, and manage to excuse myself to go sit on a lone bench. Backstage duties are truly a headache. I sympathetically smile at Naomi, who was trying to co-ordinate the curtain drop. The day of the play was getting nearer, so everyone was a little overboard. My phone buzzes from a text, making me stop checking the list of duties. It was from King Jackass.
-Knock Knock.
-Max, not again. I'm busy.
-Knock Knock.
He replies, still persistent. I sigh and text back.
-Who's there?
-Eye Mist.
-Eye mist who?
-Eye Mist You.
People around me give me weird looks, when I burst out laughing. I crane my neck, to see Max on stage talking to teacher holding his phone behind him.
-Max, that was so bad, and not that I need to say, but lame!
-Hey! Do you know how long it took me, to find a decent knock knock joke for you.
-Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't think there are any dirty knock knock jokes.
Or are there? I really should stop reading books, and start talking to the outer world. I feel a little outdated. I look back on stage to see Max reading my text, and the most sinister of smirks forming on his face. Oh shit.
-Knock knock.
-Who's there?
-Ben Dover.
I quietly think, if I know any Ben Dover. My brains returns negative.
-Ben Dover who?
-Ben Dover, and I'll give you a big surprise!
My mouth falls slack from shock, feeling embarrassed of my own stupidity. I forgot, I was talking to the king of crudeness. God forbid, Max will sugarcoat anything.
-I'm sorry that I ever doubted you.
Across the stage I see Max chuckle, and start typing again. I fan my hot face with the scripts, waiting for his text. It doesn't take long.
-Knock knock.
-Who's there? ( Max, please go easy on me. )
-Do you want two CDs? ( Trolley, you brought this on yourself. And don't worry, I'll go easy on you. At least for the first few times. )
-Do you want two CDs, who? ( Max! )
-Do you want to CDs nutz? ( Hehe )
-Please stop.
Once again, I hide my burning face into the pages. My appalled self jumps, at the sudden buzz from my phone.
-(One last, please) Knock knock.
-(I hate you) Who's there?
-(I know) Dozer.
-Dozer who?
YOU ARE READING
Luggage Bitch
Romantik"Umm.. Thanks," I mumble, kicking dust with my shoes. "What?" Max asks me. "I said, thank you," I say more clearly. "Still can't hear you... Could you repeat that?" he asks politely. "I said thank you!" I shout. "You pig," I add lowly. "Still nada...
