Brett took his phone out from his pocket and dialed the number shown on the screen. A few deep tones played and then a tired voice on the other end answered.
" Neal. " It said.
" Is this Charles Neal? " Brett asked, putting the phone on speaker.
" Who am I talking to? "
" Brett, Brett McGlocklin. "
" Oh... " Charles went quiet for a couple of seconds. " Did you get my email? "
" Yeah, I've got it right in front of me. Is Rhett there too? "
Charles chuckled.
" Yeah, I'll put you on speaker. By the way, is Sink there? "
" I am. " Sink smiled.
" Yellow. " Rhett said once Link put the phone on speaker.
" Rhett, hi. This is Brett McGlocklin and Sink Neil. We just got your email, and you even sound like us. Where're you guys from? "
" North Carolina. Buis Creek to be more exact. Or, Link is. I was born in Georgia but moved to NC when I five. Enough about us, what about the two of you? "
" Well, we're both from South Carolina. A really small town called Clark's Hill (which btw is a real place). I don't think you've heard about it. "
" Well, listen. We're actually on our way to California. Mind if we swoop by LA for a coffee later this week? " Charles said.
" Anytime. When do you guys think you're gonna be here? "
" Tomorrow probably. How about we meet up somewhere on Sunday? "
" Sure, let's stay in touch though. We want you guys to have a safe trip. "
" It's really sweet. See you Sunday? " Charles said.
" See you Sunday. " Brett said and hung up
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One Wrong Move
FanfictionThe young Rhett McLaughlin is slowly making his way home after a long night at work. He hates working as a dishwasher. He always has to work late. But one night he tries to take a short cut through one of the city's dark alleys. A creepy, cold feeli...
