I'm Yours (A The Script Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Chloe's POV

"Well that was an experience and a half..." I say as we stroll down the road, all nonchalant. Helena lets out a giggle, then tries to stop it by putting her fingers on her lips, blushing. Failing to do so, she bursts out laughing and starts grinning ear to ear. "What the heck is up with you?" I giggle, uncertainly.
"Tell you at the house," she whispers. "Race you there!" And before I can make head or tail about what she is saying, she sprints off.

"Dear llama," I sigh. "What have you done now..." I shake my head as I pelt after her. Her laughing spell still hadn't ended by the time we got back to the house again after our evening stroll and we chase each other up to the attic.

"Now are you going to tell me?" I ask, confused. She nods and sits down on my bed next to me. "Well?" I question. She places her hand in her pocket and pulls out a slip of paper. Unfolding it, she cleared her voice and read out:

"Call me xox," she reads, then says a ten digit number. My jaw drops open in disbelief. No way!
"Oh my god show me!" I announce and scoot closer to her. "No way..."
"Oh and look in the picnic basket." She adds before walking over to her bed, flops on it and pulls the piece of paper to her heart.

"Where is it?" I demand, curious.
"Oh... Er... Oh my god it's in the kitchen... RUN!" She says and leaps up, dragging me down the ladder. Racing past a confused brother, we rush downstairs and scan the kitchen for the basket.

"There it is!" I yell and open the lid. "Oh my god it's empty... Someone emptied it..." I feel like my heart has been ripped in two. Helena's gaze falls, then runs outside to the rubbish bin.

"WAIT!" She yells as a dust man picks up the bin and brings it to the rubbish truck. Confused, he puts it down. Helena opens it and pulls out the first item. She waves it up to me. "Good thing it was at the top." She grins and thanks the dust man, allowing him to go back to his duties.

"Here you go, Chlo-ster." She smirks and hands over the folded slip of paper. I take a deep breath and unfold it. A list of food stares back at me. "What the..." I whisper and turn it over. Blank.

"Well?" Helena wonders over to me. "What does it say?" She peers over my shoulder.
"Wrong paper. That was our shopping list." She sighs and throws it back into the empty bin. "Did you know what it said?"
"Only that it was important that you get it... According to Danny. He said it was from Glen." She sighs and pats my shoulder.

"Well that sucks." I whisper, chocking back a tear. "It may have been his number too." Helena hugs me and we walk back inside, our moods dampened like a soggy sponge. "Well that's not the end, is it?" Helena says. "You know, as we have Danny's number, it can't be that much harder to ask him for Glen's again."

"Oh my god..." I whisper and race to our attic. "Where is your paper?" I ask, my heart rate accelerating. She picks up her phone from her bed, along with the paper. Her nails press the keys at lightning speed, and then she clicks loudspeaker, so we both can hear. The number picks up after the third ring.

"Hello? Who is this?" An Irish voice mused.
"Helena and Chloe." Helena says, grinning.
"Oh my god, about time someone decent calls my phone. It's just bills, bills, bills. Day in, day out." The Irish accent sighs melodramatically.
"Wow Danny, way to start a conversation." Helena says, her voice rich in sarcasm.
"Well, how are you wonderful humans?" Danny goes on.
"Good thanks," I say. "But the rubbish truck have thrown away whatever message Glen tried to give me."
"Oh shame!" Danny says. "Oh well, it was only a few numbers, nothing important." I can almost feel the winking in his voice.
"Shut up." I say.
"Now now that's no way for a lady to act." Danny teases. "But I could text it to you if you wanted..."
"Oh Dan, shut up and give it to us. Please?" Helena sighs. The line goes dead.