Sunday, January 20, 2008

day 2 of the Z/Y series..... read, drool and fantasize!

Its 10 in the morning. It had 3 days since Z met Y in the British Council library. And as most might have guessed she hadnt stopped thinking about it. Infact another friend of hers, S, had also met someone while performing their play, (she's a part of the dramatics society of the same college and one of her closest friends). Incidently they both had been waiting for the time where they'd have someone to think about atleast and not wonder why their love lives were so non-existent. The guy she had met was an oscar winner! and her excitement had rubbed off on Z. but Z couldnt decide whether she should call him now or wait for sometime before she called him, also because she hadnt bothered to give him her number and he hadnt even asked. and usually its always better to wait for the call than to make the decision and then maybe, regret it later. the phone then rings.

Z: Hello?

S: i SMSed him.. and he didnt reply. its been an hour.....
(S's cute little whiny voice, cheered me all up.)

Z: wow, S, he's an oscar winner, i still cant get over it!

S: ya, can we focus on the problem here?

Z: fa-ine. see, maybe he left his phone somewhere and is too busy, you mentioned it was you no?

S: ofcourse!

Z: what did you say in the text?

S: okay i'll read it out. tell me exactly how you' d have reacted to it.. k?
"hey... its S. how have you been? busy?"

Z: thats all?? no spice? no flirtyy-ness? S, your boring. no wonder he didnt reply!
*snigger snigger*

S: shut up, you really think so?

Z: no, i frankly think he hasnt seen the text yet, give it a day okay? im sure he'll reply.

S: hmmm.. so what's up with the guitar guy? you decided then?

*heart pounds at his name....erm, mention*
Z: i dont know. i could easily get away with a "can-you-play-for-us?" call, but then im just limiting it to... "can you play for us?".. i want it to be more than just that!

S: yea, thats true. and i know you, you'll never elongate the conversation beyond that, and if he doesnt you'll never call back, so its a make or break thing. hmmmm...

Z: that doesnt help you know.
*saddening heart*

S: get over it and call him Z. see where it leads. call him now. and put me on conference!

Z: are you serious? what if he finds out?? no way.

S: he wont. will you just do it??

*severe heart pounding. hearts about the explode.*
Z: okay. what do i say? the usual?

S: yes, but dont stretch it. you made the first move in te library as well. so if he doesnt seem interested beyond the playing bit, forget it okay?

Z: okay. *deep breath* my stomach's fluttering. what if his voice sucks??

S: will you get over the phone-voice-has-to-be-good thing? he's hot enough without the bloody voice!

Z: fine fine. im doing it ok.

S: already???

Z: I... erm, memorised the number. *embarrassed*

S: hahahaha. i should have known! F*** its ringing!

Z: *beep**beep**beep*!!!!!!


Y: hello?
*OMFG. can i describe the voice to you?? its like melting butter. only sexy. very very rugged. OMFG! OMFG! S's probably thinking the same. I think i'm in going to faint*

Z: h-Hello?

Y: yes?

Z: Hi, is that Y?

Y: Ya, who's calling?

Z: this is Z... hi!

Y: oh, Z, hi! im so.... *pause* yea, how are you?

*WTF WTF?? WTF was the "im so...??" complete it, you BA*****!!!*

Z: I'm good. how have you been?

Y: I've been great. infact i've been waiting for you to call....

*OMFG! how can you put so much on me!!! first the voice, then freakin' incomplete sentences and NOW THIS!!!*

Z: erm... heh. okay!

S: *clears throat*


Y: you know, because you said you have a competition coming up.... so i thought...

Z: ya ya, thats why i called.

Y: mm hmm?


Z: so we've finally decided on the songs. we're doing 2 songs which need the guitar.

(30 mins of discussing chords and songs and favorite music.. which was almost the same except Y thinking Coldplay as a pansy Band, after which they had a small friendly argument.)

*awkward silence*

Y: so i guess i'll see you on monday. i'll come over to your college. what time does your president get free?

Z: i am the president.... heh.

Y: oH! im sorry!

Z: no problem! hard to imagine eh?

Y: not at all. i just didnt know. being presumptous eh?

Z: huh? me? and you?

Y: me what?

Z: nothing. forget it, not like you'll ever admitt anything anyway.

Y: try me....

*F---! F---! aAaAaAaAaAaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA*

Z: erm, eheheh. (nervous, HIGHLY NERVOUS laughter.)

Y: hahahah. (confident laughter) yes to reinforce your thoughts, or one of them, many people have told me I'm intimidating.

Z: ooooooooooooh-kay. so i guess i'll tell you when to come to college then. the competitions on thursday. so please dont be late!

Y: oh, i wont. (oozing confidence... looks like he's done this before)

Z: i'll see you then!

Y: not so fast. you mind giving me your number, S? or you want to wait for 3 days again?

*aaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA. Now he's opened up!*
Z: sure. 9----------.

Y: okay then!

Z: yes! see you on monday.

Y: wait, what day is it today?

Z: erm, friday?

Y: thats 2 days away from monday, Z.

Z: erm, okay.

Y: *very evident nervous pause* so are you doing anything tonight?

(okay, now's the end. he's going to ask me out and i'll tell him about my curfew and he'll never cal me again.
brace yourself, Z. be confident)
Z: not really. I'll be reading i guess...

Y:you mind if i call you? im kind of doing something else now and i dont want to end the conversation here. or you have plans of talking to somebody else?

*ehehehe. he wants to know if im single eh?? wow!*

Z: sure! atleast now i'll have something to look forward to.

Y: you couldnt be more right. heh.
*confident laughter*

*heart's exploded.*
Z: erm...

Y: see you then.

Z: erm, okay. bye!

cuts the phone.

and Z's fainted.

p.s- S had already cut the phone and the best part of all this is telling her the whole thing. and analysing it! :)