chasingangela: (jordan)
Angela Chase ([personal profile] chasingangela) wrote2006-02-10 10:53 am
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Room 304, Monday morning

Angela's phone rang as she put away her journal and shouldered her bookbag, ready for class.

She gave it an exasperated look -- who calls at 8 a.m.? -- but picked it up anyhow.


"Morning."

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"Jordan? I -- I can't believe you found this number. Hi, hi."

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"No, I haven't been by the place he works in a couple weeks. Is he, like, avoiding me? Because I never see him in town."

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"What happened to his boss? You're kidding. You're kidding."

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"Not really. But, I mean, he seemed like a great guy, and ... seriously, he's gone?"

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"Wait, you're coming here?"

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"Right, just to drop off the thing. I get that."

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"Um, wait. If you, like, have some extra time? There's this diner you might like. The owner is my best friend's dad. He's kind of a grouch, but the food is good. So, um, if you want to get dinner or something ... We haven't talked since that ... thing."

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"I know. It was just a ... thing. No big deal. But still. Talking is good, right? I mean, we're friends, aren't we?"

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"Okay. See you tonight."

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"I know. Bye."

She seemed to be in a much better, and more awake, mood as she left her room.