Cellphone

1)"I need my cellphone!" I yelled from my room. A muffled "what" was yelled back.

"Cellphone!" No yell back meant that there had been a complete communication. Staring at my leg, I cursed the caste it was shackled in. A day ago at this time walking downstairs to retrieve my cellphone would have been easy, painless. Instead I was to lay in bed because of it. I had received a call in the middle of the night. The voice on the other end was rushed and quiet. It had said something about being in trouble or needing help. I had sprung from my bed not realizing how well twisted in the sheets I had been, fell and broke my leg. My phone snapped shut. I pushed my way to the phone and tried to call back. Private number. I couldn't call. I moaned as I rolled to my side, in pain and worried about the caller. Now I lay in my bed again, shackled in numb pain and needing my cellphone in case they called back.

2)We were in Europe for the first time and we had lost our cellphone. Classic. Worst of all was the way we were expected to act as if this wasn't a problem, simply because it had been my brother who had lost it. Had it been me, it would have been a clumsy absentminded thing to do. But Jake had a way of persuading people into believing whatever he said and he was now saying it wasn't that big of a deal, that is would just be a distraction in such a beautiful and fascinating place as Europe. That is why I loved it when he met Sandra. A graceful, trim brunette who told Jake in broken English that he should call her to meet him at some museum. She touched his arm as she extended her hand to retrieve his cellphone to put her number in it. Jake's face was priceless. She turned in a huff when she thought he was rejecting her. The rest of the trip I reminded him that Sandra would just be a distraction in such a beautiful and fascinating place as Europe.

3) Alright fine. I got work off for tomorrow. See you then. I found this text on my boyfriend of two years' cellphone. From Cassie it had said. All I could do was reread it. I tried to make sense of it. But tomorrow was my birthday and Blake said he had to work tomorrow night. That was why tonight we were going out instead. I heard the toilet flush so I shut the phone and threw it to wear Blake had left it. "Ready?" he said smiling, wiping off his hands on his jeans. "Who's Cassie?" I said bluntly, wondering why I had shut the phone if I couldn't keep my mouth shut. He blushed. I had caught him. "Oh...it was supposed to be a surprise. For your birthday. What else did you read? You know about the surprise now huh?" I stopped and felt very small. I ran to him and hugged him. "No. Let's go to dinner." He didn't believe me of course and the rest of the night was spent trying to see if I really did know. We laughed and talked. All I knew was that I had picked a good one.