The Mortician's Daughter- I Said I Loved You (Part One of a multi-part story)

FIVE

                                                                                     Five

This is our last week in Australia, next is Asia. Nicole still talks, but she goes times when she doesn't write me until like 3 in the morning. Her friends that are also in Australia don't talk to her much many more because they are 'really busy'. Also, Amy still isn't writing. So I kind of understand why she writes at odd times, but 3 in the morning? Why ain't she in bed?

Today we have more spare time because this city was closer, and our show is a late night show. So we get up and get practice and sound checks out of the way, and then have lunch, actually AT lunch time, for the first time in like a month. Now we are free to do what we want until 2 hours before the show (2:00pm-7:00pm). We don't go very far because we don't know our way around these cities very well. Also this is our first time in this city, so we don't know our way around. So we stick around the hotel.

After we didn't find anything at the stores in the 2 block radius, we decided that we would probably be better off staying at the hotel. I let the guys go in the hotel, I stayed outside. I sat down on the brick bench that was connected to the flower/mulch bed in front of the building. I turn my phone on, and I called Nicole. We haven't talked, like really talk over the phone, in like 2 weeks.

"Hello?" she said as she answered the phone.

"Hey, it's me." I said.

"Dennis?" she said.

"Yeah, who else is 'me'." I asked, joking.

"Well, could be wrong number." She said.

"Yeah, I guess, don't you have caller ID though?" I asked.

"Not when your why over there." She said.

"Oh, that's odd." I said.

"So yeah." She said.

"How has your day been?" I asked.

"I just got up." She said.

"Oh, well, did you sleep well?" I asked.

"Yeah, 'til you called." She said.

"Oh, sorry." I said.

"It's alright." She said.

"Maybe I should text you before I call next time." I said.

"I don't care. That wakes my up too." She said.

"Oh, sorry." I said.

"Hey I want to talk to you about something." She said.

"Uuuhhh, oh no you don't!"

"Hu, what? Anyways, as I was saying..."

"Don't you dare!"

"What's your problem?"

"Die!"

"Dennis! What is your problem? What did I do?" she said.

"Ha! Serves you right!"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she said.

"hu?" I said.

"What is your problem?" she asked.

"Me? I don't have a problem, what do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"Well all I wanted to do is talk to you and you were all like 'don't you dare' and 'die'." She said.