Strawberry Blonde

Gift of Friendship (Sage POV - PunkOffSucka)

I looked down at the scribbles on my hand. Is this his number? I laughed at the thought that Tobias Lancaster, out of all people, would give me his number. But what else could it be? I was interrupted by my mother repeating herself.

"Sage! Did you hear me? What are you doing sitting out here?" She looked at me through the already open window.

"I was just, talking." I opened my door, grabbing my belongings from the seat behind me.

"Oh, with that boy that gave you the sweater? Was his friend with him?" She smiled while backing up to let my out the car.

"Why are you asking so many questions mom?" I laughed.

"Because I want to know. Well, I'm pretty sure that was him. But what about his friend?" She smiled even wider.

"Oh my gosh mom, do you have a crush?" I gasped, playing around with her.

"No, I don't know what you're talking about." She winked and turned to walk inside the house.

I followed. I went to my room, layed on my bed and tried to gather my thoughts and what I had found out.

So, Tobias gave my that sweater? With a friend? Tobias only has two friends he normally hangs out with, Bradley and Royce, so it had to be one of them. Nathan hates me, but I don't know what to do. If I tell him how I feel, he'll fully shun me. I have seven random numbers on my hand that I'm scared to do anything with.

I decided to call Nathan, I needed to talk to him.

"You have reached the voicemail box of..." I clicked the end button then tried again.

"You have reached the voicemail box of..." I tried about 5 times, it just repeated.

He's ignoring me and I don't know what to do. Maybe I should ask Trixie what to do. So then I called her.

"You have reached the voicemail box of..." It did the same after about the same number of tries.

Oh my gosh, what do I do? I thought about the options I had, and there was only one. Call Tobias, if it's his number, and get him to had the phone over to Trixie.

I hesitantly grabbed my phone, typed the area code, then entered the seven digits he wrote on my hand. I listened to the fifteen thousand rings and then he finally answered.

"Hello?"

"Um, uh, Hey." I stuttered.

"And who might this be?" The male voice asked.

"Is this Tobias Lancaster?" I asked avoiding the question.

"No, this is your fairy godmother. My guess is that this is Sage?" I could hear the smile he had on his face.

"Um, no this is your fairy godmother. You would be a fairy godfather, idiot." I laughed.

"Oh, sorry." He laughed back.

"Well, yes this is Sage and I hope this is Tobias because I really need help. Can you give the phone to your sister, please?" I said politely.

"If you're so in the loop with what goes on in her life, you would know that we're fighting right now. So, no, sorry, I can't do that." He said quite rudely.

"Excuse me?" I threw back at him. "How big of a problem would it be to hand the phone over to your sister, you don't even have to talk to her."

"Well, seeing as how I'm not at home and I'm afraid she'll take my phone and give it away, I'm not taking the effort to even dare to look at her. She might take my eyes and sell them on Ebay. Which would be pretty expensive." He added with a smirk.

"Why are you so conceited?" I asked with a question that, I was sure, was threadbare to him.

"Because if I wasn't than I wouldn't be the future CEO of the Lancaster company. You have to believe in yourself before you can get anywhere in life. Then it just grows from there the more famous you get. When people tell you you're beautiful, don't you start to believe it?" He asked, his voice softening on that last line.

"That doesn't give you the right to be so presumptuous. There is a limit to how arrogant you can be, and you passed that a long time ago. No one ever says I'm beautiful. So, no, I can't believe something I don't hear." I said sharply.

"I told you you were beautiful, do you think I would lie?" He replied calmly, obviously not thrown off by my outburst. "As a businessman, I take everything seriously, so you can't say that I would lie."

"You are very profound but also very haughty. I know you say you take everything seriously, but have you ever thought about if you get too serious? I know this is off topic, but don't you think this thing between you and your sister is a little overstated?" I asked softly.

"I feel like I'm at one of my dad's press conferences." He half-heartedly chuckled. "To answer your question, Ms. Sage, I have to be serious, it's the Lancaster way."

It was silent for a minute, I didn't know what to say. He broke the silence with this hysterical laughter. I listened to it for a second, I've never really heard him laugh before. It was actually somewhat contagious. I then started laughing too, also quite hysterically. It went on for what seemed like forever. It finally stopped when I literally couldn't breathe. My tear ducts were leaking tears that I didn't ask for.

"Oh my gosh, you're so freaking overweening." I giggled a little.

"Only when I have to be." He said, and I could hear his smile.

"Which is all the time, huh?" I asked playfully.

"I try not to be." He started to mumble.

"Well, how am I supposed to know that when all I see is smug?" I asked sincerely.

"Because you haven't gotten to know me yet."

"Do I need to?" I laughed.

He yawned on the other end of the receiver. "If you want to. I won't force you."

I started to think about what would happen to me if i became friends with him. I would be leaving my comfort zone of no-one-knows-me-but-thats-okay too everyone-knows-me-please-no. I would also get the benefits from being "known", people might actually pay attention to me. They might actually listen to what I have to say.

"Yeah, I guess we can try to be friends." I smiled.

"That's great," I could hear the smile, "Could you bring my sweater then, new friend." He carried out the friend part.

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay, thanks. Good night, Sage Watson." He said softly with an obviously tired voice.

"Good night, drive safe." I said and then hung up.

I can't believe I'm actually going to attempt being friends with Tobias Lancaster. What have I gotten myself into?

I then realized we had been on the phone for about two and a half hours, and it was 10 o'clock. I went to sleep after tossing and turning with the thoughts in my mind. I didn't know what to do anymore.