Take Flight

Breakfast, Lunch And Dinner

You finally push the door of your own apartment and immediately hear the phone ringing in the living room. You stumble against the commode of the hallway whilst running to the answer the call. You take a look at the number first, and it's unknown to you. Probably some telephone canvassing or some other shit you really want to avoid right now.

You'd ended up being extra late at your appointment because you'd gotten caught in traffic, and you'd almost thought they were gonna cancel it when you'd shown up nearly two hours late. They'd eventually let you in, and as you'd walked out of the building, you'd slipped on some coffee spilled on the ground, causing your head to hit the ground hard enough to open it. You'd rushed to the closest hospital walking - you wouldn't have risked to have an accident because of a commotion or something - and when you'd gotten there they'd made you wait an extra two hours before stitching you up. By the time you got out, it was past 4pm and you still hadn't eaten anything ever since the night before, so, you were quite literally starving. You'd stopped at the nearest McDonald's and they'd served you your burger with cheese even though you'd asked them to remove it because of your lactose allergy. You'd then had to drive to the closest pharmacy to stop your lips from getting even more swollen, and by the time they had recovered their normal size, it was almost 6pm, and you were heading home after one of the worst days of your life. So, yeah. Telephone canvassing was the straw that broke the camel.

You let the phone ring and take off your your heels, massaging your sore feet from wearing them for 24 straight hours.

"That was a mistake..." you grown.

The phone stops ringing, and you sigh in relief, closing your eyes. You take off your jacket and head to the small kitchen to make yourself some pasta ; something you won't choke on. As you start pouring some water in a pan, the phone starts ringing again. You raise an eyebrow and check the number. It's the same ; or at least, the few number you remembered are the same.

"God, these assholes get more and more insistent. If I didn't answer once, I won't this time either."

You go back to your pasta and let the phone ring, even though you have to admit it annoys you quite a bit. The water starts boiling and you put the pasta in it almost at the same exact time the phone stops ringing. You're about to sigh again, but the phone rings back again, and you drop your fork, walking angrily to the phone and answering sharply :

"I am not interested. Stop calling."

You slam the phone back onto its station, and almost the second you turn around to go back to you pan, it starts ringing again. You close your eyes, and close your hands into fists as you take the biggest breath you've probably ever taken. You answer the call, slowly putting the handset next to your ear.

"What." you just say, coldly.

"I didn't know you could not be interested without knowing what I was gonna propose."

A soft voice comes out of the phone, and you bite the inside of your bottom lip. Fuck.

"Oh, huh. Hi. Is it..."

"Angelina here."

That's what you thought.

"If I'm bothering you, I can always call lat..."

"No !" you exclaim, "No, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, it wasn't for you. I just thought it was telephone canvassing, and since you called quite a few times, I got a little bit angry."

"A little bit, huh ?"

You hear amusement in her voice.

"Alright. I got angry."

You hear a clear laughter.

"Right. For telephone canvassing."

"I... Yes, I mean... Not exactly but... I've just had a very long day, full of very annoying shit, and that was a bit too much. I just got angry."

"Well, you'll have all the time to tell me about that very long day tomorrow, when I come to yours."

You almost choke on your own saliva.

"Wait, what ?"

"I think you stole something from me, and I'd like to get back."

Now, wait. She can't be one of those celebrities who wants to create drama out of something that didn't happen. She seemed so nice.

"Stole ?"

"Well maybe 'accidentally taken' would be more appropriate."

Well.

"Will you tell me what you lost ?"

"I think you have two identities in your bag."

"Sorry, what ? I'm not sure I..."

"You have my passport."

You hear a slight laugh in her voice. She's probably chuckling at your confusion.

"Oh God, did I ?" you say while checking your purse and indeed getting Angelina Jolie's passport out of it, "Oh, yes, I did. Oh God, I'm so sorry. I must have mistaken your purse with mine last night. I'm truly sorry."

"It's okay," she laughs, "I'd just like to get it back. I have to fly to a new filming location soon, and I need my ID to get onto the plane, you know. So, I thought I'd call to get an address, so I can come and get it back."

A flood of panic rises in you. Angelina Jolie. The actress. Coming to your messy apartment. Nope.

"Oh hum... Are you... I can drop it at yours. It'll be simpler."

"Oh I... I don't really use this apartment. I have a house outside LA, I'm here with my son."

Oh, right, she has a son.

"Oh ! Well, I..."

"Don't you want me to come ?"

"Let's say my place is not as charming as yours. And not as neat."

You hear another laughter.

"Well, alright. I know a cute little place, it's quiet, and the people there know me."

"Everybody does except me." you think.

"Let's meet for breakfast tomorrow. You'll tell me about your adventurous day."

"Yeah," you chuckle, "Be ready to hear... Oh shit ! Shit !"

While you were on the phone with Angelina, the water from your pasta had started boiling over the pan and was now flooding onto the kitchen counter and the floor.

"This was gonna be my breakfast, lunch and dinner, and I just ruined it."

"What happened ?"

"My pasta drowned ?"

You hear her laughing again. You never knew you were that funny.

"Oh God, tomorrow I'll buy you breakfast, okay ? You won't have to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner at 7pm."

"What ? No, I'll..."

"Don't worry about it. You have a cellphone right ? Can you give me your number ? I'll send you an address for tomorrow."

"Yeah, sure but... wait a minute. How did you find this number ?"

"Heard about something called the phone book ?"

"Huh. Of course."

You give your number to her.

"Alright. 9am. Be on time."

She hangs up, leaving you alone to stare at your wet tile. Well. You have a date with Angelina Jolie. Pretty good for someone who didn't know what she looked like a day ago.

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y'all are now going on a date with angelina so like yeah this was boring but it's happening dw
hope you still liked it🥴
-lou~