Little Talks

Nine

[This part is dedicated to stereoactive (again) for her amazing work, "Psychic Chick" and how her writing continues to inspire this story!]

Ninth Call

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Ring ring.

"Hello, this is Little Talks Teen Hotline. How may I-"

"Cream cheese."

"Hey, Roon."

"Sup, Veg?"

"Luke and Emma scored some pot so I'm stuck with the hotline."

"Bummer."

"Major."

"But at least you have me!"

"Haha, yeah that's true."

"Tell me a secret."

"Can I trust you to keep a secret?"

"I don't have that many people to tell, now do I?"

"Good point."

"Spill!"

"Okay, okay... Uh...One time I took my dad's car for a joyride while he was away."

"Ooh, what a rebel."

"What can I say? The law can't hold me down."

"Didn't know you had it in ya."

"Your turn."

"Okay, erm... I like reading Harry Potter fanfictions."

"That's not that bad."

"Ones with Draco and Harry as the OTP."

"You're kidding."

"I ship them harder than peanut butter and jelly."

Harry laughed, throwing his head back. Rooney interjected. "Don't judge me, Disney boy!"

"I'm not, I'm not," Harry wiped his eyes. "Didn't know you were a fangirl."

"Are you kidding? I am the epitome of a fangirl. In my room I have a poster of Hiccup and Toothless right next to Aqua Man."

"Aqua Man is lame."

"Excuse you, Aqua Man is so not lame."

"Is to."

"Is not."

"Is to."

"He can breathe underwater and control aquatic life. That is so not lame."

"Lame with a capital LAME."

"You're such a doofus."

"You love me though."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever floats your banana boat, Veggie Boy."

Pause.

Harry. "Let's play a game."

"Lay it on me."

"Twenty Questions."

"Ooh, I'm great at this game, prepare to lose!"

"You can't lose at Twenty Questions."

"You can lose any game when it comes to me."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"You're rolling your eyes, aren't you?"

"No..."

"Liar."

"Okay, you got me."

"Of course I did, I'm a freaking genius."

"Uh-huh."

"Allllright! I'll go first!"

"Please do."

"Mm... What's your favorite color?"

"Green. Same question for you."

"The color of a sunset."

"Sunsets have multiple colors."

"They're all so pretty it's hard to decide."

"Alrighty then."

"Is your favorite food tree branches?"

"Nope, soy burgers."

"Gross."

"Yours?"

"Meat lover's pizza."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"You know me too well."

"I suppose I do."

"Favorite number?"

"Seven. Yours?"

"Thirteen. Hey, no fair! Quit hanging on the coat-tails of my questions!"

"Alright, geez. Favorite song?"

"Mm, Bohemian Rhapsody."

"No way."

"Yes way."

"That's my favorite too?"

"No kidding? It's a hella rad song."

"'I see a little silhouetto of a man,'"

"Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?'"

"'Thunderbolt and lightning,'"

"'Very, very frightening me.'"

"'Galileo,'"

"'Galileo.'"

"'Galileo,'"

"'Galileo,'"

"'Galileo.'"

"'Figaro,'"

"'Magnificoooo!'"

Rooney laughed. "I gotta hand it to you, Veggie Boy, you can really sing."

"Thanks, man."

"Don't mention it, señor."

Rooney yawned.

"I'm knackered."

"Go to sleep then."

"Mm... Okay."

"Does that mean I win Twenty Questions?"

"Pfft. No way, José! Call it a draw until I'm energized enough to beat you."

"Uh-huh."

"Shut up." She yawned again, this one heavy and drawn out.

"Goodnight, Roon Man."

"Mm, see ya, Veggie Boy."

Click.

Harry placed the phone back on the receiver, smiling to himself like an idiot. He swiveled around in the brown leather office chair, only to come in contact with the two smirking figures of Luke and Emma. With bloodshot eyes, arms crossed, and haughty grins.

Luke raised an eyebrow, making it obvious that they had heard everything. "What the hell was that?"

Harry stammered. "I-I, uh..."

Emma giggled, the usual side-effects of getting high for her. "Looks like Lover Boy is tripping balls way higher than we are."

Harry blushed at their words, but didn't bother denying any of it.

I just started reading stereoactive's "Psychic Chick" and it's absolutely perf! Please go check it out!