About five minutes later, the phone rang again. Pete ignored it. This happened consistently throughout the hour of midnight, but a plus to this situation is that Pete drank a little amount of alcohol and put the bottle of booze away.
But Pete had this feeling that he couldn't explain. His head felt dizzy trying to put his finger on how the vibe he got is relevant to someone he knows. He couldn't think straight; he was sleep deprived and longed for something to be written on the sheet of paper.
While he pondered, the phone rang once more. I might as well answer it. He slowly got out of his seat and steadily approached his phone. He picked up the phone and opened his mouth to speak, but was given a greeting to a very familiar voice. "Hello? Pete, are you there?" The voice asked.
YOU ARE READING
I Love You. I Really, Really Love You.
FanfictionWhile Pete Townshend suffers from stress and writer's block, an unexpected phone call from his significant other sparks an idea, along with a change in the way he sees things that surround him every day.
