Chapter 1

"Hello?" I groaned rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I checked the clock, 3:53AM. Either someone was pissed at me or this was about to get real nasty.

"H-Hey, who's this?" I heard the drunken slur, but didn't recognize the voice.

"What? You're the one who call me. I-" I sighed, there was never any point in trying to explain to these drunkards who dialed the wrong number. "I think you've got the wrong number."

"Really? 'Cause your number was in my phone."

"I'm sorry," I didn't know why I was apologizing, "I don't know how it got there."

"Oh ok, well what's your name?"

"Daniel." I was going to lie, but I didn't see the point, this conversation was about to be over.

"Daniel, Daniel." I could hear him repeating my name to himself under his breath. As if trying to push it into his brain and keep it there. "Well I'm Omar."

"Ok well, bye." I hung up before he could say anything else to me. Before my head could even hit the pillow, the phone started to ring again. I was going to ignore it, but I knew if I didn't pick up he would probably keep calling.

"Hey, why'd you hang up?"

"Because it's four in the morning." I snapped. I really just wanted my sleep, that's it. Was that to much to ask for?

He ignored my outburst. "Oh. Well, you got a pretty voice and I was just wondering if I could get to know you." I could hear cars honking in the background. "Shit!" I heard him say under his breath. "Sorry 'bout that. So I live in-"

"I'm not gay."

"That's alright, I just wanna get to know you. So I live in New York, where are you from?"

"Wisconsin. Good cheese, ya'know." I lied, I didn't know if they really did have good cheese. Such an idiot couldn't really live in the same state me. That's when I realized I was actually having a conversation with some random drunk guy trying to hit on me.

I couldn't keep myself from laughing.

"What's so funny?" He sounded out of breath, as if he had been running. I could hear a car door slam shut.

"This." I laughed even harder.

"Oh, ok well," he sounded so confused. I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe and tears were rolling down my cheeks.

"Oh shit, this is too funny." I said, finally calming down.

"So, how old are-"

"Look, this has been great and all," I said honestly, rubbing the tears from my cheeks. "But I gotta get some sleep."

"Ok, but-"

"And I really hope you're not about to drive, you sound shit-faced. Just get some sleep and try again in the morning. Or take a cab, if you can get one. Probably not, but you can try." I added when I heard a car starting.

"Sleep in my car?" He asked as if I had just told him he had to perform open heart surgery.

"Yeah, seriously dude. That shits not cool." I said lying back down, pulling the covers over my head.

"Yeah, you're-"

"Ok, like I said before, nice talking with you. Bye." I hung up the phone laughing. "That was too good." With that, I feel asleep, uninterrupted.

…

"Jordan! You won't believe what happened to me last night… this morning? Whatever." I yelled closing the door to my friend's apartment.

"A group of naked Mormons broke into your place and started singing 'I'm a Little Teapot' while simultaneously doing the Thriller dance?" He said as he appeared from his bedroom half naked.

I stared at him wide eyed. "How did you know?"

"The Lord sent me a message in the form of an angel, you dickwad. Now tell me what happened." He said, laying down on his ugly brown couch.

I laughed at him. "That. And some random drunk called and tried to hit on me." I said walking into his kitchen and looking through his fridge. "What do you have to eat?"

"Finally! Someone mistook you for jail-bait. Knew it would happen someday. Did you have to fight for your virginity? Did you make a shank out of soap?" He asked sitting up, examining me over the back of the couch. Probably looking for a limp or bruises.

"Don't shanks have to be made out of metal?" I asked taking out a chocolate chip muffin. "Yo, I'm stealing your food."

"I don't know, can't they be made of anything? No, that's my last… don't change the subject, what happened?"

"I said he called me, I didn't run into him in a dark alley. Stop staring at me, you ass."

"So that's it? Why did you have to come here to tell me that?"

"I was hungry and I have no food, why else? Duh." I said before I licked the muffin so he couldn't take it back.

…

I am the stone that builder refused. I am the visual, The inspiration, that made lady sing th-

"Hello?" I picked the phone without looking at the caller ID. Maybe if I did, I would have realized that the number was blocked.

"Daniel? Hey, it's Omar. Thanks for the advice, I probably would have gotten into an accident last night."

"Who? Who is this?" I had to balance the phone between my ear and shoulder, so I could hold the PS3 controller in both my hands.

"Omar. Ya'know, from last night? You told me to sleep in my car and not drive home? You said I sounded shit-faced."

"Oh yeah, yeah. You've got pretty good memory for a drunk."

"Yeah, well. Anyway-"

"Yeah! YEAH! Take that bitch. Suck my balls, you dick sucking cunt nugget!" I exploded finally sniping Jordan, and getting the game winning kill. The phone slid off my shoulder, hitting the floor as I hopped up and jumped around. After a few minutes of gloating I finally realized I'd dropped my phone and Oscar was still on the other line.

"Um Oscar? Sorry about that."

"Are you shooting hardcore gay porn over there?"

I almost dropped the phone, again. "No, no. I was-"

"Cause I'm down if you need an extra."

Holy shit.

"Holy shit." I burst out laughing. "No, I was playing this game. I just-"

"You don't need to explain, I understand. I was just kidding about the porn thing… kinda. Oh and it's Omar, not Oscar."

"Ok. So is there a reason you called me?" I put the phone on speaker and set it down on coffee table, it was safer that way in case I felt like being a dick again and jumping up and down.

"Is that the dude from last night?" Jordan mouthed to me. I nodded as I tried to concentrate on the game.

"Yeah, I just wanted to know if you were doing anything thi-"

"No! No, he's not doing anything this whole week or weekend, he's free. Just call back later with the details." Jay said snatching the phone from the coffee table and jumping up so I would be out of his reach when I realized what he was doing.

I heard laughing come from the other line. "Great, but man, what is it with you people cutting me off. I can't get a single sen-" Jordan hung up the phone when I finally realized what he'd done and jumped up to chase him.

"You bitch! What the hell was that about. Give me my damn phone." He tossed me my phone. As I looked through my recent calls, I became conscious of the fact that Oliver's number was blocked.

Shit. How am I suppose to call him back and tell him to fuck off?