I Met Charlie Walker

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Charlie Walker

It was another typical Friday night at Meg's house. We'd been doing this for years now-spending our evenings watching bad movies, gorging on junk food, and talking about everything from school drama to my dream boys well Meg her dream girls...and boys. The sleepover tradition was our escape from reality, our way of reminding each other, that no matter how many times we faced difficulties, Our rooms, every friday night, would take us away from our problems.

I sprawled out on Meg's bed, flipping through a magazine I'd read a dozen times- and no it wasn't about Men in without shirts.

Meg was sitting at her desk, fiddling with her phone and scrolling through her contact list. She had that mischievous glint in her eye, the one that always spelled trouble.

"Alright, Charlie," Meg said, turning to me with a sly smile. "I've got the perfect number for tonight's prank call."

"Great" I exclaim sitting upright, folding my legs.

"But we'll save yours for last, I've got other juicer prank calls" Meg says, A mischievous smile sprawling across her lips.

Prank calling random numbers was a silly tradition we'd started back in middle school, and somehow, it had stuck. It was stupid, sure, but it was our kind of stupid.

“Alright, Charlie,” she said, grinning as she grabbed her phone. “Time to spice things up. Let’s call the pizza place.”

I raised an eyebrow, already feeling the mix of excitement and dread.

“What’s the plan?”Meg’s smile widened as she dialed the number. “Just wait and see.”

I listened as the phone rang, my curiosity piqued. After a few rings, someone picked up.

“Thank you for calling Tony’s Pizzeria. How can I help you?” a cheerful voice said.

Meg put on her best serious voice. “Hi, I’d like to place an order for delivery.”

“Sure, what would you like?”

“I’d like a large pizza with, um, vanilla ice cream, biscuit sandwich, and noodle topping.”

There was a brief silence on the other end. I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle my giggle.

“Uh, ma’am, I’m sorry, but we don’t have those toppings.”

Meg’s voice became more insistent. “What do you mean you don’t have them? I had it last week! It was amazing! Are you sure you don’t have vanilla ice cream, biscuit sandwich, and noodle topping?”

The guy on the other end sounded genuinely confused. “I’m pretty sure, ma’am. We don’t offer those toppings.”

Meg sighed dramatically, throwing a hand to her forehead as if in despair. “Oh, come on! I’ve been craving it all week. Can’t you just check in the back or something? Maybe you have some hidden away?”

The guy’s voice was starting to sound annoyed. “Ma’am, we don’t have those toppings. We never have.”

Meg wasn’t backing down. “This is unbelievable! Tony’s Pizzeria has the best vanilla ice cream biscuit sandwich noodle pizza! How could you not have it anymore? I’m devastated!”

I had to bury my face in a pillow to keep from laughing out loud. Meg was in full performance mode, and it was glorious.

“Ma’am,” the guy said, clearly irritated now, “we do not have that topping, and we never have. Is there something else you’d like to order?”

Meg huffed dramatically. “Well, this is just unacceptable. I demand to speak to the manager! I’m a loyal customer, and I deserve better service than this!”