Timeless

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

            I was mad. I don’t really know what about, I was just mad. At first, it was sort of a surprising, relieving feeling, like I’ve never really gotten...mad before, at least not at a friend...who’s a female, and now that I was, it was new. Fresh. An adrenaline-type feeling. It wasn’t the same type of mad I felt towards Ethan; this was like, friendly-mad. I don’t know, we all have these angry emotions inside of us: anger, fury, irritation, some more severe than others, and it’s up to our minds to let us know when to release them. Too bad we can’t control our minds.

            I called London the next day.

            Probably not expecting me to be calling, London answered with a cheerful, “Sexy book panda speaking, how may I help thee?”

            “Um...hi,” I said uncertainly.

            Silence.

            “I’m sorry sir, are you looking for the ‘Friends Who Aren’t Accused of Keeping Secrets’ department? If so, I can direct your call to their main office where a burning love hottie will be able to help you from there.”

            “Okay,” I said numbly.

            “Will you accept the charge of two dollars for two minutes?”

            “Yeah,” I say mindlessly.

            “Please hold.” I waited. Some beeping noises sounded on the other end before London’s voice came back on, only she had a British accent and had lowered her voice.

            “Hello, this is your blonde book and science puppy, Ashley, speaking. How may we help you today?”

            “Um...who am I speaking with?”

            “Ashley from the Friends Who Aren’t Accused of Keeping Secrets department, we specialize in talking to supposedly nice friends that trust other friends since that’s apparently what you are,” her voice was on edge, like she was waiting for an attack, “and our goals include establishing a kind community of friendship and magic.”

            “Well...I...I need to talk to someone who I may have gotten a little mad at and...mistrusted already.”

            “Oooh, I’m sorry sir, we don’t associate with that sort of stuff. Um, I can take a message for someone in that department if you like, but otherwise I can’t help you.”

            “Um...yeah, I’ll—I’ll leave a message.”

            “Okay, name of friend that you stupidly mistrusted?”

            “London. London Co—”

            “I’m sorry sir, your time has run out. Please agree to paying two more dollars for two more minutes.” An animated voice interrupted. It sounded briefly like Mason.

            Damn, London actually timed the call. “I agree.” I waited.

            “I’m sorry, I lost you there. What was the name sir?” Ashley’s voice came back.

            “London Cole.”

            “Alright, and what was the message?”

            “Tell her...tell her that I don’t wanna lose her as a friend, but I also wish she would open up a little more...or something. Just tell her I need to talk to her.”