Roller Coaster

Chapter Six: The Nerve Wrecking Call

"No, no... I'm okay thank you though. You've done more than enough for me. He replied looking down at his signed shirt and smiling.

Francis chuckled.

"Okay, whatever you say." Francis eyed him. "If you need anything let me know." He smiled.

"Okay, thank you, thank you so, so much." Arthur said then showing himself to the door as he waved goodbye and smiled brightly. "Goodbye, take care!" Arthur said then turning to the door and opened it, waking out and closing the door behind him.

"Au revoir!" Francis said before Arthur had left.

Arthur then walked down Francis' driveway, opened his car door, got in and backed out of his driveway. Then drove home where he rushed inside and went into his apartment bedroom and kissed his Mr. America poster on the cheek and squealed.

"I love you! I love you, I love you!!!" He talked excitedly to his poster. "And now I actually have his phone number, I need to call him." He said then taking the card out of his pocket and looking at the number as he took his phone in his hand and began to put it in his phone and pressed call. It rang for a good five minutes as Arthur had paced around the room anxiously.

He sighed.

"What's the use anyway.... It's probably some fake number or something. He wouldn't give me his actual number. Not to me, I mean, he probably thought I was crazy or something... Or awkward or weird or stupid or funny-looking. What would he see in me... A scrawny, bushy-eyebrowed, twitchy, self-depriving, cranky, homosexual man with a life as poor and sad as someone who lives on the street, that's what I'm like, except with a shitty apartment with rats and roaches infested in it." He sighed and paused. "I'm nothing but a loser, with high standers and expectations. Nothing more, nothing less." He muffled to himself.

He walked out of his room and went to his kitchen. He then went to his cupboard and opened it, as the door came off in his hands as he stared at it and grunted, still holding the phone to his ear he set the now broken wooden cabinet door and reaching for his tea biscuits and set them on the circular table beside the cabinet and then made himself tea, sitting down on the wooden chair, pouring the tea biscuits on the table and picking one up and dipping it in his tea as he sucked the tea off of the biscuit, as he set his phone down and put it on speaker phone as he listened to the repetitive noise of the ringing to connect from the phone. He continued to eat the biscuits dipped into his tea until he was full. He was on the phone for almost an hour waiting for it to connect, but nothing, he was stuck there waiting for him to answer.

"There's no way he is going to answer." He sighed as the noise stopped and he looked to the phone.

"Hello?" Mr. America said, unsure of who was talking.