Oz?

[September : KeKe’s house/on her street]

KeKe walked into her room, closed her door and sighed. It was a long Sunday. She rolled her eyes and looked at the phone that was vibrating on her bedside table. She looked at the number and sighed. Who was calling her now? She clicked the send button and brushed her hair from her face.

“Hello?”

“Hey. What’s up?” The male voice replied. It sounded familiar but she couldn’t place it. She decided to play along for a moment and figure it out.

“Nothing much. I’m chillin’. What about you?”

“The same. Do you know who this is?”

KeKe laughed. “No clue. None at all.”

“Brent.”

She laughed and pulled her shoes on. Of course it had to be him. That’s why his voice sounded super extra familiar and stuff. The reason that she was pulling on her shoes was because she wasn’t allowed to talk to guys on the phone. Her mother was kind of paranoid and crazy and over protective. KeKe hated that but it is what it is and that’s that. However, her mother wasn’t home but her stepfather was and he might not have known the rule but she didn’t want to chance that.

“Wow, how’d you get my number?”

“You gave it to me. Remember?” He snorted and laughed.

“Yeah. Yeah. I do,” KeKe ran down the stairs and out the front door. It was nice out. The sun was still up but it felt good.

“Glad I called?”

“Ecstatic.”

“So, this is our time to talk. Tell me about you. Go.”

“Um, I’m in colorguard, a freshman, and I’m really fun. I was a cheerleader for like ever. I was also a gymnast.”

“Wow, you did a lot. Why aren’t you still a cheerleader?”

“I can’t do the cookie cutter stuff that the cheerleaders do at the games. It hurts to watch. V-I-C-T-OOO-R-Y. VICTORY, VICTORY, ONE MORE TIME. V-I-C-T-O-R-Y.”

“You have the voice,” he laughed.

“Well thanks. Um, my best friend’s name’s are Jamie and Liza. They cheerlead with me. I’ve known Lisa since we were like five and Jamie since he was like seven.”

“Jamie’s a guy?”

“Yep, he’s my bgfe, Best Gay Friend Ever. He’s amazingly great. I love him.”

“Wow. You’re interesting.”

“Whatever. What about you?”

“Um. I’m from Alabama. I have a brother and a sister and I’m a sophomore.”

“Wow, I just went into detail and you give me that crap?” She was kidding. “That ‘s fine. OH MY GOD.”

“You okay over there?” Brent asked.

“Yeah. A cat just crawled out of my sewer. Well I thought that it did.”

“You own a sewer?”

“No. But I thought that I saw a cat crawl out of it.”

“You live in Oz don’t you?”

“What? No.”

“You sure. you got cats crawling out of sewers. Are there talking scarecrows and tin men?”

“You know what. No there’re aren’t, but the neighbor has a scarecrow in their back yard.”

“All rightly then. You are officially in oz.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know what? Whatever. I don’t care what you say. I know that I’m not in oz.”

And their conversation continued. Him flirting with her and her flirting back. Even though they both agreed to end that. The bond between the two was strong. They were compatible in so many ways. And yet, they were both to blind to notice.

A silver car drove up to the girl and she sighed. “Hang on,” she sad to Brent. “Hey, mom.”

“KeKe, who are you talking to?” She asked

“A friend.”

“Well get off the phone and come inside.”

“Kay.” As the car pulled into her driveway she placed the phone to her ear. “I have to go. Kay? I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Kay. Bye.”

The dial tone met her ear and she exhaled. The teen walked into her house and sighed.