Switched (Jeremy Shada Fanfic)

~Chapter 2~

I walked into the door, staring down at the phone. Who was this kid? Stacy was sitting on the couch, watching TV. When she heard me lock the door, she bolted up and started asking a bajillioin questions.

"Oh my god! How did you do? Did you do great? Or just good? Well it doesn't matter cuz you passed! Right? You passed right? Please tell me you passed!"

"STACY SHUT UP!" She looked taken aback. I didn't mean to scream at her. I just wanted to be alone. "Stacy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scream at you. I just...wanna be alone. Ok?"

"No, no. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude on your life. I just wanna know how you did." I smiled and pulled out my new driver's license and handed it to her. Her face totally lit up. "OH. MY. GOOOOODDDD!!!!" She screamed. I laughed as I bolted up the stairs. I ran into my room and locked the door behind me.

I stared at the phone for a minute. Black, 4th generation, just like mine. No case. No wonder we didn't realize we switched phones. I slowly pressed the home button and the screen lit up. It was a picture of a dog. I slid the bar at the bottom to unlock the phone. No pass code. Ordinary teenage apps. I clicked on the address book. Nick Cannon? Olivia Olsen? Josh Shada? Shada....Shada.....Jeremy Shada....Was this Jeremy Shada's phone?

I was debating whether or not to go through his text messages and finally decided that if I ever wanna find out who's phone this is, I was gonna have to do it. I clicked on the little green icon and slowly scrolled through his most recent messages.

Olivia:

heyyyy jeremy. u comin to the studio 2day?? :)

So it was Jeremy's. I had Jeremy Shada's phone. And he has mine. Oh. My. God. Jeremy Shada was one of my favorite actors. Holy shit. This is UNREAL.

Jeremy's POV

As I reached my flat, I threw my keys on the entrance table.

"II"M HOOOMMEE!!" I shouted.

"HEY HONEY!" My mom called from the kitchen. A delightful smell wafted from the room. She was always cooking. I ran down the hall into my room and slipped my jacket and sunglasses off. I fell backwards onto my king sized bed. I thought for a minute how annoying the paparazzi were sometimes. I just wanted to grab a burger and get out. Without any interruptions. I sighed and sat up, reaching for my Beats on the bedside table. I plugged them into my IPhone and clicked it on.

"What the...." I mumbled to myself confused. I'm pretty sure my screen saver wasn't supposed to be 4 girls linking arms. Its supposed to be a realistic version of Jake the dog. I slid the bar at the bottom and quickly realized something. I clicked the phone off again and turned it on. I knew one of those girls. It's the one I ran into today. We must've picked up the wrong phones when we fell. How was I supposed to get my phone back now? She was prob some chick on vacation. We are probably never gonna see each other again. Or my phone. I want my phone. I treat it like it's my own baby. I sighed again and flopped back down. Now what? I slid the Beats off my ears and put them back on the table next to the phone. I looked at the alarm clock across the room. 4:30. Two and a half hours til the new Adventure Time. I sighed again. There is absolutely nothing to do. I sat for a couple of more minutes before the phone rang.

"You don't know you're beautiful oh oh oh that's what makes you beautiful." The song came from the girl's IPhone. One Direction. Of course. What girl nowadays isn't obsessed? I sighed and picked up the phone from the table. I stared down at the screen. It was my own number. The girl must have realized it wasn't her phone and decided she would call her own to get it back. Wow i'm stupid. Why didn't I think of that? I clicked accept and put the phone next to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Oh, um, hi. I think you have my phone." The girl on the other line laughed softly.

"And I think you have mine." I laughed back.

"Yeah, well, um, I'm really sorry about that. I didn't realize we had switched phones till I got home so..."

"Wait, wait, wait. Did you say home?" I sat up straight in my bed.

"Uh, ya. Is that a problem?"

"Uh, no. It's just...." I rubbed my forehead. "Where is the home of yours? Nevada? Colorado? Please say it's close by.."

"Uh. No. I live on Beverly Boulevard." She replied confused.

I was silent. I live on Beverly Boulevard. I got up and walked to the window. All I could see were multiple large houses. This was the rich part of town. An average girl like her couldn't possibly live here.

"Hello? Are you still here?" She asked from the other line.

"Oh my god..." I whispered to myself.

"What? Is something wrong?"

"No, no. I'm fine. What number house are you?"

"What?!?!?"

"Just answer the question. I promise I'm not trying to stalk you or anything."

"Uh 5295?"

Holy shit. That was just across the street. How have I never seen her before? A sudden flashback struck me. It was the first day of kindergarten and I was walking out the door, waving to my mom. I was walking down the street to the bus stop when I saw a little girl about my age walking the opposite direction. She was really cute. Long, dark braids flowing down her back. Cute little pink backpack on her shoulders. That's all I remember of this mystery girl.

"Hello?"

"H-hold on. I have to go for a second."

"What? No! I want my phone bac-" I clicked the phone off and slipped my jacket on. I put the phone in my pocket and ran out of my room. "Jeremy, honey, where are you going?"

"Uh, out, mom. I'll be back in a few hours."

I shut the front door behind my and walked across the street. When I reached the front steps, I took a deep breath and rang on the doorbell.

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Wazzup?? I am aware that that is not Jeremy's real address. It's just part of the story. And I'm really sorry if any of you guys live in the house i mentioned. I just picked a random number so it would make the story seem more realistic. Sorry if i offended anyone. Yup. k. bye

-Steffi