Between The Lines

seventeen

        I retrace my steps to when i last had my own cell phone. I think about how i called Noah when i first got on the plane back in LA. Then my mind remembers the weird guy who pretty much stalked me from Spain. Peter sits in amusment as he watches me panic to find the slip of paper with his number on it.

        "Sophie i'm sure you'll get it back"

        I ignore his kind words and try to flatten out the piece of paper with his number on it. Bitting the inside of my cheek i bring up the number on the phone, sure enough, the number connected to this phone is the one given to me by the man.

        I dail my own number and wait for him to pick up.

        "Hello?" 

        "Hi" I say, "I'm Sophie Travis, we sat next to each other on the plane from LA this morning and our phones got switched"

        "That explains a lot"

        "Yeah" I say, "i would like to get it back as soon as possible"

        "Are you still in Portland?"

        "Yes" I say, "Where would you like to meet to get it?"

        "Starbucks by the airport seems swell to me" 

        "Sounds great" I say.

        "I'm very happy we are going to solve this, a man named Noah will not stop calling"

        "Oh that my um boyfriend" I say not looking at Peter.

        "Well" He says, "I'm Ringo Vendadez"

        "Sophie Travis" I repeat, "I'll meet you at starbucks then"

        Peter just sits and looks at his pants while I set the phone on the table. It's akwardly silent.I hope my mother didnt actually tell this guy that i was single.. and in fact, ready to mingle. But alas, knowing my crazy mother, she probably told him im not only single, but looking for someone to marry as well. 

        God help me.

        "Well" He finally spoke, standing from his seat, "I guess i was told wrong"

        "Yeah" I say, suddenly nervous, "I know my mother probably told you i was single but i really like Noah. I'm sorry Peter"

        "Don't worry about it Sophie" he says, "Really, i have a crazy mother too"

        I smile and he returns it, then turns to leave, my bedroom door closing behind it.

        It was then my mothers home phone rang, Grace's number popping up.

        "Hello?"

        "Sophie" She said, frantic, "Lucas just called me from work. Did some werid Spainish guy steal your cell phone?"

        "Yes" I answer, extremely confused at this point, "Why do you ask?"

        "Britt hired him to meet you back here and payed for him to fly all the way to Portland to get your cell phone. Then to get you cell phone to see about you and Noah" Grace says, taking a big breath after she finished talking.

        "How do you know?" I ask, stuttering, "I mean, why would she? That's literally the craziest thing i've ever heard in my entire life"

        "She is trying to break you and Noah up, i guess getting her dad to ban you isn't enough. She wants you gone"

        "Shit" I say, "Shitty Shit"

        "Soph"

        "Grace she has my cell phone, as like my personal stuff, not only is this illegal but also my personal stuff, all the things i told Noah, all the times we met at eachothers houses" I groan, lying back on my bed, my hand on my forehead.

        "Look" Grace says, "We can figure this out, i promise"

        "What do i do now?'

        " Get a hold of Noah, make sure he knows that if she texts anything from your phone that he knows it isn't really you"

        "Good call" I sigh, "What are we gonna do about her?"

        "I dunno Soph" She says, "What do you want to do?"

        "End her" 

        "Maybe think of something a little less illegal" Grace laughs

        "End her.... not to death"

        "Hmm"' She hummed.

        I huffed, "I'll think of something"

        "I'm sure you will"

        I held my breath then asked, "Did you work things out with Thomas?"

        "Yeah..." She trailed off, "It was his boss, who happens to be like 50 and married"

        "Told.You.So" I grin. She laughs a little.

        "Yeah" she says, "I suppose you did"

        I sit up in bed when there is a knock on the door. 

        "Come in" I call, the opens to Peter who gives me a wide grin, which is sorta return.

        "I was hoping i could drive you to get your phone back" Peter says, reaching up to scratch to back of his neck. "Then maybe grab something to eat"

        "Um Sure" i smile, "That would be chill"

        "Good" He smiles, "Shall we then?"

        "We shall" I smile, and i follow him out and into his car.

        I ride with him to the starbucks Ringo and i agreed to meet at. This will be eventful, im sure.