The Chronnyles: Ronny's Supernatural Experience

Chapter 5

I just sat like that for an hour, arms crossed staring out the window. I don't think I have ever stayed so still and quite in my life. But that's when I had a great idea. An evil smile creeped its way onto my face.

"Hey Bensen want to play a little game?" I asked. Bensen eyed my suspiciously.

"What kind of game?"

"Think about it Bensen. I have burner phones. What kind of game can we do with that?"

"Jeopardy?"

"Ye-What? What just came out of your mouth? You can't play that with a phone!"

"Well one time somebody won a phone on jeopardy."

"I don't even know what to say to those last two comments." I looked up at Sam and Dean about to ask them how insane they thought Bensen was but stopped when I saw their expressions, which told me everything I needed to know. I believe I read their minds quiet well. This is what I imagined them thinking. Well, if their thoughts somehow combined:

Dean: Dude, I wish they would shut their cakeholes.

Sam: Right man? They're insane.

Dean: Yeah dude, we've met and seen lots of crazy people and things, but these two are a whole different thing, right man?

Sam: Absolutely dude. They're nutso.

Dean: Totally man, totally.

Sam: *Laughs* Totally

Yup, that's what I got out of their bored, annoyed looking faces. I looked back at Bensen who was bent over with his forehead rested against the seat in front of him.

"Are you going to be sick?" I asked Bensen.

"I'm going to be sick if I can't find something to do."

"The game I was talking about that's something." I did a jazz hands type of gesture then I grabbed two burner phones out of the backpack. I threw one to Bensen.

"And what's the game again?"

"Well, it's a classic. Prank phone calls."

Bensen shrugged, "Who do we call?"

"Just put in a random number and talk to whoever answers. You're going to go first by the way."

"Fine," He quickly pushed ten random numbers.

The phone was answered with a click and a deep, gruff voice came through, "Yeah?"

"Is Fred there?" Bensen asked

"No. I think you have the wrong number." Came the response.

"I definitely called the right number. Now I know he's there. So put him on now or I'm coming over there myself."

"Look kid, I don't know who you think you are b-"

"Put Fred on the phone!"

"I don't know a Fred!"

"Yeah you do. You know exactly who Fred is. Now, I need to talk to him right now."

"I'm just going to hang up now."

"You better not or else I'm coming for you instead!" That's when Bensen hung up the phone, "And that's how it's done Ronny!" He looked over at Sam and Dean, "Can you two be the judges and tell us who had a better prank phone call?"

"Sure, why not?" Sam answered not sounding super amused. Dean didn't say anything.

"Great! I'm glad that you're so thrilled about his guys." I said happily opening the phone in my hand and dialing in random numbers. I was going to wait to determine what I was going to say until I heard the voice on the other end.

"Hello?" The voice of what sounded like an old lady came out of the phone. Okay, old lady I have the perfect one for that. I started to breathe slow and raggedly, "Who is this?"

"Your worst nightmare!" I yelled into the phone.

There was a yelp and a, "What do you want?"

"No, no, grandma. I'm sorry I was just messing around. Don't worry. It's me, Gary, your grandson." I spoke softly into the phone.

"I don't have a grandson."

"Yeah you do. Come on grandma."

"I'm not your grandmother."

"Yes you are."

"No."

I sighed a hurt sounding sigh, "Well, does a Mrs. Walls live there?"

"No, I'm sorry."

"How about a Matthew Walls?"

"No."

"A Mr. Walls?"

"No."

"Well, are there any walls where you are right now?"

"No. No walls."

"Then what's holding up your house?" I could hear her trying to come up with a response.

"Young man, you should know better than to prank call like this. It's rude and insensitive. You should be ashamed of yourself.

"I would be. But guess what."

"What?"

"I'm 42." With that I hung up the phone and threw it out the window.

"Why did you do that Ronny?" Bensen asked.

"Do what? Beat you?"

"You totally didn't. And I was talking about the phone. Why did you just throw it away like that?"

"I'm not going to risk her calling back." I grabbed the phone Bensen used and too, threw it out the window. Bensen glared at me. I patted his shoulder, "Get over yourself."

Bensen rolled his eyes, "So Sam, Dean, who really won?"

"Do you want me to be completely honest with you kid?" Dean asked

"Well, now I'm not so sure." Bensen replied.

"I thought Ronny's was better." Dean said

"This is great." Bensen said sarcastically, "Ronny's such a sore winner. What's your opinion Sam?"

"Sam as Dean's." Sam stated simply.

Just to prove Bensen wrong I said, "I accept your conclusions." And looked out the window.