The Fountain

Cop: "good boy. Now, out with you." I said gruffly as I reached the door.

Rose: I had just been sitting there for awhile now. I looked emo. Damn. I failed.

Matteo: I yawn and rub my neck. For a city that's supposed to be made out of sunshine, it sure is comin' down. I don't bother with a hood as I trek out into the pouring rain.

(Next day?)

Shore.

Clara: When I got home I went up to my attic bedroom. I had all of Avril's old furniture, so it was a mishmosh. My favorite piece was her old typewriter, that I used to keep a journal. Not a diary, a journal. I went to my bed and pulled something out of my pocket with a smirk. There had been a valuable map in that book, and I had had just enough time to rip out half of it when I ran. Now Matteo couldn't use that map very well...could he?

Rose: my alarm woke me up at nine. I had gotten to bed late writing, and I was exhausted. I went into the kitchen aand started the coffee.

Armand: I sigh and pick up the phone again. I'd just gotten off the phone with mom, who asked all the usual questions about life as well as remind me to be nice to the doctors. Then there was that girl I met at the bookstore who told me to call her. She had a run in her stockings, and for some reason that'd bothered me so I'd made sure to call her. Her and that girl from the bar. And now for the McDonald's one, the one whose sister kept making fun of her.. I unrumple the piece of paper and smooth it out on the couch. Rachel, I think.

Rachel...

Oh shizz, sorry!

lol, it's okay. It would have been funny if he got them confused, but Meredith didn't even introduce herself. Anyway, did he actually pick up the phone and call her? Are you waiting for a post that says she picked up?

Yep. And it would've been, although I keep forgetting your charries names! Ugh, I'm so off today. >.>

It's alright. As long as you don't forget Larry's name <3

Rachel: My phone rang, an unkown caller - exciting! "Who could it be?" I squealed, flashing the screen at Meredith.

Meredith: "Why don't you pick it up and find out, you know, before they hang up from waiting?" I replied dryly, sprawled on my bed with a magazine.

Rachel: My lips formed an 'o', and I nodded slowly, then flipped open the phone. "Hello?"

Matteo: "Hello, Matteo, Armand." The whore comes downstairs already dressed in her usual designer shit and diamonds. She sits down at the table whole Matteo continues with his calls. Dante, of course, isn't here. "What are you doing?" I don't bother looking up at her. "Doing a crossword puzzle," I mutter, making sure the book doesn't slip from the puzzle book's covers. Some of it's written in Greek, some Spanish, then Latin and a bit in English. While Spanish and English aren't the problems, it's only bits and pieces that I just can't understand alone. And then there's the map...

Armand: "Hey, it's...that guy from McDonalds. You know, from yesterday?" I almost gave her my name, and I can only imagine how bad that would've worked out.

Rachel: "Oh yeah, I remember you," I giggled, then mouthed to Meredith 'it's the McDonald's guy!'.

Meredith: My jaw dropped. He actually called her? I told him he was free to just throw the number away and be done with it.

Rachel: "Are you actually gonna tell me your name now?"

Armand: "Didn't plan on it," I say honestly. "Why? I hope it's not a big deal or something."

(So...I'm officially sick. -___-)

(with? a cold? flu? sorry about that :/)

Rachel: I hesitated. "Hang on a second...going through a tunnel," I lied, and pressed the mute button. I turned to Meredith. "He says he's not planning on telling me his name. Good or bad?"

Meredith: "BAD! That's like a red light! He probably isn't expecting this to go anywhere at all. Hang. Up."

Rachel: I rolled my eyes and unmuted it, though I took the rest of the advice to heart. "So...you're not planning on calling me again after this, are you? Be honest." I was terrible at reading people, so honesty was the only way I could know anything for sure.

Meredith: I groaned into my pillow - she was so tactless.

Aw no, with what?

(Flu, maybe...My mom thinks my dad has it and then I just proved I have whatever he has. Either way, my stomach hurts.)

Armand: I frown. I hardly ever got that question. Honestly, this is normally the only time I'll talk to a girl. "Do you want me to?" I ask.

(Ewey, sorry Pavie!)

Rachel: "Oh, another tunnel." I pressed the mute button again and turned to Meredith. "Do I want him to call me again?"

Meredith: "No! Play hard to get, you were to all over him yesterday. Say you don't care."

Rachel: Unmute. "I don't care either way, really..."

These two are funny. XD

The twins?

Yep.

Lolz, why thank you! xD

Armand: Hm. They sure were going under a lot of tunnels. "Well, I can't make a decision to save my life. Either you do or you don't. I mean, if you don't want me to, I'll onky talk to you the time."

!nspired wrote:Lolz, why thank you! xD

Lol no prob. X3