A Funny Story

WARNING: This Story is Based Off of an Actual Occurrence. If it Seems Inappropriate, or Just Plain Hilarious, Please Post Your Comments Below. Thank You. (All Names Change)

I was lying on the couch, trying not to cry as I turned one of the last pages at an excruciating, sorrow-filled moment in the story. My chin rested in both of my hands; my feet were kicked up in the air. My eyebrows thickened above my eyes as I read from the thick book leaning against the arm of the couch chair; I moaned.

"What's Wrong?" I guess I had alarmed my father, he was sitting at his desk a few feet from me.

"My books about to DIE." I sniffed, "It only has a few pages left!"

I sat up as the story took a dangerous turn, "What about the third egg?!" I shouted at the non-responsive book I now held in my hands. Snuggling back into a comfortable position I sat back against the arm of the couch, tucking my feet below me. I gasped at an unexpected turn of events and turned another page. To my horror the other side was blank, all except a few words stating:

To Be Continued and Concluded,
In the Fourth Book.

I slammed the book shut and jumped up, thinking quickly, "Who do I know who has the fourth book?" I walked out of the room to search for the phone, "Jala bought it, but I know she doesn't have it right now; besides I would have too wait a long time for it," I picked up my phone and started searching through my contacts. "Oh!" I shouted, "Paul! Paul has the fourth book!!" I laughed and quickly found his house number. I paused, thinking how awkward this was going to be, calling a boy. I had never called a boy before, except my brothers of course. I shrugged and pressed CALL.

"Hello?"

It was his mother, "Um, hello, can I talk to Paul?" I said awkwardly.

"Sure! One moment," She paused for a moment and I faintly heard, "Paul, It's a girl."

Now I know it's wrong to eavesdrop but, come on! This was already quite awkward, and I wasn't about to not listen to his reaction.

Silence, then finally I voice that must of been his younger brother said, "Really?" I tried not to laugh. No one answered him. I heard the sound of some one taking the phone and I waited. And waited. Finally Paul said, "Hello," slowly.

"Oh hi, Paul, this is Rose," I waited for a reply,

There was a pause, "Hello."

"Well, my birthday's coming up, and, well I just finished a book. And I know you bought the fourth one. And I was wondering, do you still have it?" I didn't waste time, nor did I really make sense, but he knew what book I was talking about.

"Sorry, I gave it to someone about a month ago and they haven't returned it,"

"Really, a month? Wow, slow reader!" I said smiling.

There was yet another awkward pause. "Kind of... I would give it to you if I had it," As if that would soothe my ever-growing desire to read the fourth book...

"I know, thanks anyway! Bye!" Click.

And that is the story of the first time I called a boy.

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To all who read this, it's probably not as funny as I thought it was, and this is not exactly how it went, not word for word. except for the "really?" hahaha!