Basketcase

Flounder and the Phone (Unedited)

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Just a little prereminder before you read on in this story, as you can see there is an UNEDITED in bracets and unbolded beside the title of this story. To fill you in, I have a very vivid idea of when I began writing this story and you will see, if you choose to read on, that the style of writing differs to a GREAT extent, from what I am writing right at this moment to what is under this warning note. You have the choice to read on or wait for my updates of each chapter! What I plan to do is edit a chapter or so each date until the recent updated chapter! If you wish to wait great! And if you can with stand the torcher of reading on, then I abit you good luck and caution you that my writing may be and is disastrous. I thankyou.

Yeah sorry about the extremely long wait... good luck with your reading.

Dedication to: brendapayne

Chapter Twenty Nine

WHUMF

"Woah sorry mate, didn't see you there"

I stumbled a bit and steadied myself. To whom I bumped into was a man, about the age of my mother or older and black spiky hair, sort of. The funny thing is; how he though I was a guy too but I guess I should be use to it now. I wonder if I can make a different impression on him... "Oh yeah, no probs man. My hair was like is like a blinding force field I couldn't see you either!" I felt the need to laugh at myself but I some how held back.

He seemed slightly bewildered, I sounded like a California blond. "A force field?" he said continuing, "Alright. By any chance have you seen five boys running around? They might be a little older than you." his accent gave away that he wasn't from around here, I assumed from the UK, reminding me of those five bastards living above me. I wished to find a way to get back at them make them pay. I thought of telling them I was a girl but from what Marissa told me I'd think they would take that as move of an advantage than punishment. My mind zoned out not catching what the man said before leaving. I was thinking of ways to disadvantage the boys but nothing I came up with felt good enough. My eyes wandered around looking for something that might strike an idea in me but still nothing.

I shook off the thought, saving it for later, focusing on the task I was suppose to be working on. "Flounder... Flounder... that's the Little Mermaid, right?" I felt like I was questioning someone, waiting for them to give me an answer but there was no one there.

My foot clicked up against something on the ground, kicking it ahead, creating a distance. I looked at the black object not far from me, it became more clear what it was as I walked towards it. It looked rather foreign, not like Marissa’s' but maybe Louis'? I couldn't remember exactly what it looked like but this one seemed to remind me of it. "That's what they get for putting it in there back pocket." I said to myself thinking of all the times Marissa had lost or broken her phone from dropping or sitting on it. I sighed, "The owner must be panicking, I should probably bring it to the front desk."

A sudden vibration came from the device, I stumbled with it in my hands, dropping it to the ground. I winced waiting for the crash and it to smash in to pieces but the phone was strangely durable. Nothing like Marissa’s', the battery didn't even fall out.

It buzzed again, an unfamiliar music beginning to play along. It was probably some catchy new tune that I wouldn't, and don't, recognize. It bothered me some how, and I unconsciously answered "Hello."

"Simon!" someone answered on the opposite line. "I heard the boys were taking a break after their American tour, are you going to tell the fans where?" He sounded American from how he spoke, nothing like how I did thankfully.

"Fans?" I question.

"Hello? Am I speaking to Simon?" they asked. I continued walking out of the building spotting someone in a pair of stripped blue and white trunks.