Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again (Part Two)
Title: Stuck Inside Of Mobile... (Part Two)
Pairing: Bob Dylan/OC's
Rating: Mature
Author: Me, Jazmyn (X
Disclaimer: I own everything but Bob Dylan and the song title belongs to Bob as well <3
Author's Note: This story is based of the song with same title of this story.
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I reach into my pocket for some change and find I have only a couple of bills. I left my bag with my wallet in the Mustang.
I clenched my teeth in anger.
Chris is dead once I get out of this town and find him.
If he does anything with my wallet or my money, he’s going to jail.
I’ll make sure of that.
I charge back into the store asking the stunned cashier if he could loan me some change.
He hands me two quarters and I thank him with a nod and go back outside to the payphone.
I pick up the phone, put it to my ear, while also shoving the coins into the machine.
I dial Albert’s house number, biting my lip nervously because we’d gotten into an argument a few weeks back before the World Tour was over.
I almost fired him for money issues but he slapped me and said I’d be nothing without him.
We haven’t talked since.
“Hello?” His laid back gruff voice says.
I gulp, “Uh, Albert…It’s Bob.” I bite my thumb nail, eyes on the ground.
He scoffs, “What do you need, Bobby?” His voice is harsh.
“Chris left me…” I say silently.
“What?” He snaps, “That guy you’ve been fucking around with? Didn’t I tell you repeatedly Bob that he’s a fucking jerk?” He sounds annoyed and it’s understandable…
“Yeah, but I never thought he’d just up and-“
“Bob I don’t need to hear about your fuck-buddy drama, okay?!”
“He left me stranded at a Gas Station, Albert!” I want to cry, but I hold it in.
“God dammit Bob, where?”
“…Mobile…”
He’s silent for a moment, then I hear him begin to laugh.
I frown, “Albert it’s not funny.”
“Again?? You’re stuck in Mobile again?”
“Yeah…”
“How did that happen again?” He’s still laughing and it’s pissing me off.
“It just did Albert! Now could you get someone over here with a jet or something so I can get the fuck outta here?” I snap.
“Not today Bob, it’s everyone’s day off.” He’s trying to hold in his chuckles.
“So I’m stuck here all night??” I scream.
“Only tonight, I’ll figure something out tomorrow, okay?”
“Dammit Albert!-“
“Bob it’s your own fault, I tried telling you that Chris would only use you for sex and then fucking leave you, but you didn’t listen to me. So it’s your problem. I’ll get someone to fly over there tomorrow. But in the meantime, you need to find a hotel and stay there until tomorrow, then give me a call at about noon.”
“…Okay.” I sigh.
“Okay?”
“Yeah.” I nod, even though he can’t see me.
“Be safe Bob, don’t leave the hotel room once you’re there.”
That's right protect your money maker...
“Okay.”
“Bye now.”
“Bye.”
I slam the phone down and cuss.
Fucking great.
To Be Continued…