Pink Lady

Chapter 23

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Pink Lady
Chapter TWENTY-THREE: Just Friends

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I curled up in this wonderful bed. It's been a while that I've slept in a cushiony bed. I hope Nate doesn't mind if I just take his bed too. It's just sooo...Ahhh. I stretched and pried my eyes open to a slit and gazed around the dark room. What a wonderful dream. Nate was at the foot of my..um his bed. He should join me. His bed is fantastic. Well, I'm sure he knows that but...Zzzz.

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Beach House
7:30 AM

It was early when I received a call. A call that would could forever change my life. I heard my phone buzz on the floor were my clothes pooled in the middle of the furry carpet. I crawled over and answered.

"Hello?"

"I hope I didn't wake you but may I please speak to Miss. Caitlyn Gellar?"

I glanced a the number which was under a block. A private number? Calling me? The first thing that went through my mind is that this phone call is a prank.

"This is her."

"Oh! This is Oliver Stone from Hollywood Records. I was wondering if you could stop by our offices."

Definitely a prank. A recording studio calling me?

"Um sure, what for?" I asked suspiciously.

The other line went silent. It took a while for this so called 'Oliver Stone' to finally answer me.

"Ok listen, I'm not suppose to tell you any information but my boss, the president of Hollywood Records, wants to offer you an internship here. If there was anyway you could please come-"

"Are you serious?!" I shouted back. An internship? Holy moley!

"Can I pencil you in around 8:30?"

"At night?"

Oliver coughed, "Umm no, like right now."

"Now?" I glanced around. How in the heck am I going to get there on a bad foot? Wait, my right foot was fine...

"Is it fine?"

I started to plan my day. I could drive over...I shouldn't take very long. Then to please, Jason I could go to the hospital. But how could I get there? Taxi? Nah. I scanned my limited options until I a reached a perfect option.

"Miss. Gellar?"

"Oh, yes. It's completely fine. Can I have the address?"

Oliver recited the address as I saved it in my phone. I hung up and carefully stood up. I bounced around getting my jeans. I some how managed to slip them on. I didn't bother to change the t-shirt. It looked pretty cool if I just had some accessories. I journeyed bravely out of Nate's room out into the hall way. I tried to recall how to get back down stairs. After hopping around for a chunk of time I found the staircase. I bounced down to the bag still on the floor. I remember buying a cute button necklace...aha! Found it and threw the necklace on. Mitchie bought some shoes...I'm sure she wont mind me borrowing them. I sat on the floor as I took off the brace. I place the sky blue shoes on my feet. Mitchie was half a size bigger then me. It was perfect for my wrapped up foot. My other foot would just have to deal with it. I climbed back to my feet. Now for Shane's truck key's...

I found them thrown carelessly on the living room side table. Psh. This was going to be was easy. I carefully pick the keys up, cautious to not wake the lump of blankets on the couch. The only thing that was visible was the curly hair that reminded me so much of Nate. I haven't notice that Jason and Nate have the exact same hair. I tip toed out of the living room. All I need to do is write a note explaining that I was fine and I was on my way on an important meeting. I searched in my purse for pen and paper. I quickly jot down some words and admired my work.