Diana
The Devil's Cellphone
1994, Holland
Ring, Ring
Slowly my eyes opened. I could see light surrounding the curtains. Groaning, I rolled over and picked up the black idiot box that connected me at all times to the other idiot. I pressed the button.
"Hello?" I growled.
"Guess where I am! Guess where I am!"
"...Where are you, Beau?"
"Liechtenstien!!" Came two voices simultaneously.
My eyes snapped open in anger. "Violette is there, too?!"
"Yeah!" Chimed Violette a little echo-ey.
"Am I on speaker? Take me off speaker," I ordered.
"Say hi to the restaurant!" I could hear Beau bouncing up and down, wherever he was at this early hour.
"No!" I growled. "Get back here before nightfall!"
"Aww, she's a sleepy grumpy little kitty bitty!" Violette cooed.
"You know, I don't think the guy you stole that cellphone from is going to appreciate a charge to Holland," I said, rubbing my eyes with my free hand.
"Oh, that's alright," Violette whispered seductively.
"We took care of that," Beau whispered.
I sighed. "Just get back here. Don't you dare wake me up again."
I shut off the phone and laid back on my pillow. They were probably laughing like crazy right now. What were they thinking, leaving me here all alone? I rolled over.
"Idiots," I whispered and drifted back off to sleep.
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