steve had woken up to a terrible headache. he couldn't complain though, it was his fault for taking so many pain killers the night before. a couple minutes after he woke up, a phone rang. he sighed and stood up, the only thing clothing him was boxers.
he put on some sweatpants and a shirt before heading down stairs to answer it. "hello?" he said in a groggy voice as he leaned against the wall. "hello." steve tapped his fingers on the border of the phone. it was plastic, so it sounded pretty cool.
"yes?" steve asked plainly. he didn't know the guy, but also didn't feel like talking to anyone. "who is this?" he asked. "who are you trying to reach?" steve muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "what number is this?" steve's curled into a line and he groaned. "what number are you trying to reach?" "i don't know." whatever. this guy is probably old or something. "well, i think you have the wrong number." steve furrowed his eyebrows. "do i?" the person on the other line chuckled.
"it happens. take it easy." steve put the phone back on the holder and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. ring. ring. steve starred at the phone for a split second before answering it, once again. "hello?" he said with clear annoyance. "im sorry, i guess i dialed the wrong number." steve sighed. "so why'd you dial it again?" the guy chuckled. "to apologize." steve just wanted to get the hell off the phone.
"you're forgiven, bye now." steve responded and was about to put the phone on the holder. "wait, wait. don't hang up." steve muttered a curse word under his breath. "what?" steve smiled. "i wanna talk to you for a second." finally, freedom. "they've got 900 numbers for that. see ya." steve hung up again.
steve entered the kitchen and switched on the stove before the phone rang. again. jesus, can't this guy leave me alone? steve stormed out of the kitchen and picked up the phone. "why don't you want to talk to me?" the guy said. steve went over to the stove and continued cooking. "who is this?" steve felt like he could feel the guy smiling through the phone.
"you tell me your name, and ill tell you mine." steve scoffed. "I don't think so." steve shook the popcorn over the stove. "what's that noise?" steve furrowed his eyebrows. "popcorn." steve probably sounded like a child. "your making popcorn?" steve rolled his eyes. "uh-huh." like it was his business.
"i only eat popcorn at the movies." steve hummed. relatable. "well im getting ready to watch a movie." steve smiled. "really? what movie?" he shrugged. "oh, just some scary movie." steve muttered. "you like scary movies?" he nodded, slowly. "uh-huh." "what's your favorite scary movie?" steve thought for a second. "uh, i don't know." steve sighed. "you have to have a favorite. what comes to mind?" steve had to think. again.
"umm, halloween. you know, the one with the guy in the white mask.. win walks around and stalks babysitters?" steve smiled and took the popcorn off the stove. "yeah." steve was finally a little interested in the call. "what's yours?" he hummed. "guess." the guy said, clearly trying to drag on the conversation. "umm, nightmare on elm street." he walked around his counter and took the movie he was going to watch into the living room.
"is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?" he walked down the hallway and laughed. "yeah, freddy krueger." steve messed with the door handle in front of him as the phone rested on his shoulder. "Freddy, that's right." he moved the phone from his left ear to his right. "I liked that movie, it was scary." this guy sounded at least a little attractive, so steve didn't mind speaking to him.
"well the first one was, but the rest sucked." steve laughed. "so, you got w boyfriend?" woah. that was random. "why? you wanna ask me on a date?" he hummed and continued walking. "maybe. do you have a boyfriend?" steve chuckled. "mm, no." he muttered and layed the movies down on the table. "you never told me your name." steve rolled his eyes.
"why do you want to know my name?" steve chuckled. "cause i wanna know who im looking at." steves smile got wiped of his face in the matter of seconds. "what did you say?" steve furrowed his eyebrows. "i want to now who im talking to." he shook his head.
"that's not what you said." he held the phone slightly tighter in his hand. "what do you think i said?" steve turned on a light that shined into his backyard. "what?" silence. "hello?" he wasn't gonna respond to that guy. not after what he just said. "look, i gotta go." steve turned the light off and sighed. "wait, i thought we were gonna go out."
steve groaned and locked the door. "uh, no, i don't think so." steve turned away from the door and put his hand over the button. "don't hang up on me!" but, he did. he walked upstairs.
