Muddle on! (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 4

Cursing like a sailor, I reached for my phone to shut down the alarm. My night rest ended too soon, even though I went to bed relatively early. But, damn it. It still felt like I had one or even two hours more to go.

     Blindly, I found the phone on the floor and slid the screen to the side with my thumb cutting the irritating melody off. But as I dropped the phone back on the floor, instead of hearing the incredible soothing silence, some kind of noise kept going off disturbing the peaceful air around me.

     What is it?

I lifted my head off the pillow and scrounged up my face, looking around the room for the source of the dance music, and if I wasn't mistaken – the sounds of a party.

    A booming party at that!

     Realizing that the muffled music sounds were coming from the floor, my sleepy gaze fell down to my phone.

     Shit!

     I reached to grab the phone and sat up right in my bed pressing it to my ear.

      "Hello!" I exclaimed a little hysterically, and when there was no answer, I pulled the phone away from my ear to look at the screen to see the caller I.D.

     Theodor Wellington was written on the top of the screensaver, and the call duration already started showing the second minute of this conversation.

     "Hello! Ted! Hello!" I pressed the phone back to my ear. "Heeell – ooo... Teeed!" I said a bit louder. "Hel..." Someone's muttering cut me off. I heard a very mellow voice that slurred quite an apparent insult.

     "Oh, theeree you aaree, biiitch!"

     "Pardon me?" My eyes widened in surprise or rather shock.

      "You got hearing problems, SpongeBob?" he snapped back or rather slurred.

      "Ted?" I asked knowing in advance that the voice didn't belong to Ted. Besides, the level of arrogance clearly was way off.

     "Listen here, monkey! Noooobody comes to my house and maaakes fun of me in front of my friends!" The voice sobered up a little. Or maybe the anger that bounced off the tone he pronounced the words with made it sound harsher.

     I flinched feeling fear tickling my chest, and pulled the phone in front of my face to make sure that it was Ted's number. Not some other Ted. The idea was stupid. I had no other Ted in my phone. My gaze nonetheless slipped to the top of the screen to double-check.

     When the name Theodor Wellington was confirmed, my gaze traveled a tad farther up to the digital clock.

     And when I saw the time... My initial fear vanished replaced by fully blowing rage.

     "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" I yelled into the receiver. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?! YOU FUCKING CALLING ME AT THREE FORTY FIVE IN THE MORNING! ARE YOU KIDDING ME! WHO DOES THAT! HOW DARE YOU CALLING ME AT THAT TIME !"

     He didn't reply right away probably puzzled at my yelling. "Listen, here b..." He said with a fresh injection of acidity, but I cut him off.

     "No, you listen here, buddy-buddy! YOU DON'T CALL PEOPLE AT THREE FORTY-FIVE IN THE FREAKING MORNING! CALL PEOPLE NAMES AND GOD DAMN IT, WAKE THEM UP AT THREE FORTY-FIVE IN THE MORNING. WHEN THEY NEED TO GO TO WORK IN THE MORNING! DID I MENTION IT'S THREE FORTY- FIVE IN THE MORNING!" I didn't even notice how I got up and started furiously pacing around the room while yelling at the moron.