Pen drive, cell phone and black lace bra
"To hell with this!" Stacy yelled. She looked around her house. Maybe she should have cleaned up last night? She picked up one of her pieces of clothing, and threw it on the floor.
"It doesn't even take that long," she said angrily. She took off her clothes, and let her black lace bra and panties on. She moved through out the apartment. Her hair was in a tight bun, but was soon released from its prison, letting the black silky strands free. "Maybe if I call..." she said to herself. She went over to her house phone, and picked it up.
It immediately rang in her hand. "Great," she said, looking at the phone. She sighed and clicked the button that said: "SPEAKER".
"Hello," she said sweetly into the phone.
"Where the hell have you been," said a deep voice from the other end.
Stacy rolled her eyes. "With Lady Gaga, burning up her tapes," she said sarcastically.
Stacy switched eyes, and crouched down onto the floor, moving her clothes around to feel the small item she was looking for.
"And I was with Nathan Fillion," he replied. "But no, really where have you been."
"Looking for my pen drive," she said.
Stacy get up from her spot, and moved to her messy kitchen. "Isn't always with your cell phone," he asked.
"No duh," she replied. She moved the sock that was lying on the counter, and the lacy black bra that was inside of the dirty pot.
"Please don't start with me," he said. "Cause I can go all night Honey."
Stacy's eyes grew big. "Your gay," she said. "Last time I checked you didn't like women."
"I don't," he snapped.
Stacy moved to her room, and began to get out of her work clothes.
"What are you doing now," he said. "I can hear clothes moving, or something."
"Oh really," she asked.
"Yes," he replied.
"Well that's weird cause, if you can hear clothes moving, then guess what it should be," she said.
"Um, clothes moving?" he asked.
"You are the weakest link," she said. "Good bye." She clicked the phone off quickly, and threw her dirty clothes on the phone.
She jumped over her clothes, making sure not to step on them, for they were new...or old.
Stacy grabbed onto the bathroom door and opened it. She gasped when she saw her cell phone. She was about to get it, until the phone rang. Stacy glanced at her cell phone, and held out her arms, as if saying: "STAY THERE!"
She moved quickly over to the phone, and picked it up.
"What!" she said urgently. She wanted her cell phone back.
"Why did you hang up on me," said a voice.
"Cause I can Clinton," she replied.
"It really hurt my feelings," he said.
Stacy could hear fake sniffles.
"Cut the crap," she said. "I found my cell phone."
"I knew you could do it," Clinton said. "I believed in you."
Stacy rolled her eyes. "So did Lady Gaga," she mumbled. Stacy moved slowly to the bathroom, and smiled. She could smell victory.
"And so did Nathan," he added.
Stacy reached for her phone slowly, she was almost there...until Clinton screamed. Her hand knocked down her phone in surprise. She watched in horror as her phone made it front the sink to the toilet. She quickly tried to go after it, but slipped backwards because of a wet towel. She flew backwards, and hit the flush handle, down.
"Stacy," Clinton called from the phone.
Stacy got up with and watched as her phone went down... She could feel tears come to her eyes.
"Clinton," she said slowly, picking up the phone.
"Yes," he said slowly back.
"I flushed my phone down the toilet," she cried out.
"Just buy a new one," he replied.
"Duh." Stacy whipped her eyes.
"Remember when you said that my pen drive is always with my phone?" she asked.
"Yeah, but I don't get..." Clinton stopped.
"Oh." Stacy cried out, and sobbed.
Her pen drive was her life, and now her life is dead. She picked up a piece of soap, and threw it down.
"This is pure heck," she said. She picked up her razor, and threw it at the wall. Which came back at her, and hit her in the head.
"Stacy," Clinton said worryingly.
"It's all your fault," she whispered. Stacy eyes widened at what she just said.
"What did you say?" Clinton asked.
"It's all of your fault," she said once again. "It's all your fault."
"Stacy," Clinton said. "I think your going crazy."
Stacy stood up slowly and picked up her razor, then flipped it over her shoulder.
"It's all your fault, my life is gone!" she yelled.
"What the hell," Clinton said. "How is your life gone?"
"Maybe if you didn't scream like a girl, none of this would have happened," she said. "That pen drive was my life, and now since it's gone. So is my life!"
Stacy moved out of her bathroom, and back into her room. She jumped into her big bed, and moaned as she felt sweet silk on her skin.
"You can get a new one," he said bluntly.
Stacy crawled up to her pillow, and fell back on the bed.
"And where the hell do I get that," she said.
"Mm," Clinton replied. "You could always do a side job..." Clinton glared at the phone.
"Shut up!," she said. Stacy picked up a strand of her hair, and pulled it.
"You have a apartment in Baltimore," he said. "And plus you also work for one of the biggest newspaper, how can you not have any money?"
"Cause I spend it on heels," she answered.
Clinton sighed. "I have to go anyways," he said.
"And why are you telling me this," she asked. She pulled five more strands of hair.
"Cause you care about me," he replied.
"Did I ever say that?" she asked.
"Yes you did," he said. "On my birthday."
Stacy glanced up at the ceiling, and threw her hair strands in the air.
"I was lying," she said.
"I figured that," he replied. "But I have to go." "But I must say," he said. "I do love your black lace."
Stacy stood up quickly with wide eyes. She could here laughing coming from her bedroom window. She quickly made her way over to her window, and screamed as she saw a group of men, and her dumb friend laughing at her from the next build.
"Black lace always did fit you!" he yelled at her.
Stacy gave a scream, and closed the curtains.
THEEE ENDDD
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"It doesn't even take that long," she said angrily. She took off her clothes, and let her black lace bra and panties on. She moved through out the apartment. Her hair was in a tight bun, but was soon released from its prison, letting the black silky strands free. "Maybe if I call..." she said to herself. She went over to her house phone, and picked it up.
It immediately rang in her hand. "Great," she said, looking at the phone. She sighed and clicked the button that said: "SPEAKER".
"Hello," she said sweetly into the phone.
"Where the hell have you been," said a deep voice from the other end.
Stacy rolled her eyes. "With Lady Gaga, burning up her tapes," she said sarcastically.
Stacy switched eyes, and crouched down onto the floor, moving her clothes around to feel the small item she was looking for.
"And I was with Nathan Fillion," he replied. "But no, really where have you been."
"Looking for my pen drive," she said.
Stacy get up from her spot, and moved to her messy kitchen. "Isn't always with your cell phone," he asked.
"No duh," she replied. She moved the sock that was lying on the counter, and the lacy black bra that was inside of the dirty pot.
"Please don't start with me," he said. "Cause I can go all night Honey."
Stacy's eyes grew big. "Your gay," she said. "Last time I checked you didn't like women."
"I don't," he snapped.
Stacy moved to her room, and began to get out of her work clothes.
"What are you doing now," he said. "I can hear clothes moving, or something."
"Oh really," she asked.
"Yes," he replied.
"Well that's weird cause, if you can hear clothes moving, then guess what it should be," she said.
"Um, clothes moving?" he asked.
"You are the weakest link," she said. "Good bye." She clicked the phone off quickly, and threw her dirty clothes on the phone.
She jumped over her clothes, making sure not to step on them, for they were new...or old.
Stacy grabbed onto the bathroom door and opened it. She gasped when she saw her cell phone. She was about to get it, until the phone rang. Stacy glanced at her cell phone, and held out her arms, as if saying: "STAY THERE!"
She moved quickly over to the phone, and picked it up.
"What!" she said urgently. She wanted her cell phone back.
"Why did you hang up on me," said a voice.
"Cause I can Clinton," she replied.
"It really hurt my feelings," he said.
Stacy could hear fake sniffles.
"Cut the crap," she said. "I found my cell phone."
"I knew you could do it," Clinton said. "I believed in you."
Stacy rolled her eyes. "So did Lady Gaga," she mumbled. Stacy moved slowly to the bathroom, and smiled. She could smell victory.
"And so did Nathan," he added.
Stacy reached for her phone slowly, she was almost there...until Clinton screamed. Her hand knocked down her phone in surprise. She watched in horror as her phone made it front the sink to the toilet. She quickly tried to go after it, but slipped backwards because of a wet towel. She flew backwards, and hit the flush handle, down.
"Stacy," Clinton called from the phone.
Stacy got up with and watched as her phone went down... She could feel tears come to her eyes.
"Clinton," she said slowly, picking up the phone.
"Yes," he said slowly back.
"I flushed my phone down the toilet," she cried out.
"Just buy a new one," he replied.
"Duh." Stacy whipped her eyes.
"Remember when you said that my pen drive is always with my phone?" she asked.
"Yeah, but I don't get..." Clinton stopped.
"Oh." Stacy cried out, and sobbed.
Her pen drive was her life, and now her life is dead. She picked up a piece of soap, and threw it down.
"This is pure heck," she said. She picked up her razor, and threw it at the wall. Which came back at her, and hit her in the head.
"Stacy," Clinton said worryingly.
"It's all your fault," she whispered. Stacy eyes widened at what she just said.
"What did you say?" Clinton asked.
"It's all of your fault," she said once again. "It's all your fault."
"Stacy," Clinton said. "I think your going crazy."
Stacy stood up slowly and picked up her razor, then flipped it over her shoulder.
"It's all your fault, my life is gone!" she yelled.
"What the hell," Clinton said. "How is your life gone?"
"Maybe if you didn't scream like a girl, none of this would have happened," she said. "That pen drive was my life, and now since it's gone. So is my life!"
Stacy moved out of her bathroom, and back into her room. She jumped into her big bed, and moaned as she felt sweet silk on her skin.
"You can get a new one," he said bluntly.
Stacy crawled up to her pillow, and fell back on the bed.
"And where the hell do I get that," she said.
"Mm," Clinton replied. "You could always do a side job..." Clinton glared at the phone.
"Shut up!," she said. Stacy picked up a strand of her hair, and pulled it.
"You have a apartment in Baltimore," he said. "And plus you also work for one of the biggest newspaper, how can you not have any money?"
"Cause I spend it on heels," she answered.
Clinton sighed. "I have to go anyways," he said.
"And why are you telling me this," she asked. She pulled five more strands of hair.
"Cause you care about me," he replied.
"Did I ever say that?" she asked.
"Yes you did," he said. "On my birthday."
Stacy glanced up at the ceiling, and threw her hair strands in the air.
"I was lying," she said.
"I figured that," he replied. "But I have to go." "But I must say," he said. "I do love your black lace."
Stacy stood up quickly with wide eyes. She could here laughing coming from her bedroom window. She quickly made her way over to her window, and screamed as she saw a group of men, and her dumb friend laughing at her from the next build.
"Black lace always did fit you!" he yelled at her.
Stacy gave a scream, and closed the curtains.
THEEE ENDDD
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