Posted about 4 years ago
I leaned against the back door, watching Zakk examine some rather unusual looking plants in my back yard, which I guessed my mother had recently planted, because I had about as much of a green thumb as a smurf. My brow creased in confusion as something dawned on me; thinking about it, I hadn't seen my mom in a while. At least two weeks. I turned towards the dining room and took my phone out of the pocket of my coat - which was hung on the back of a chair - and rang her number. It went straight to voicemail. I didn't bother leaving one, instead just sending her a text.
I felt someone's gaze on my back, but dismissed it, knowing it was Zakk. He'd occasionally glanced back at me, never saying anything.
At this thought, something popped into my head.
555-025... 025 what? I thought, suddenly realizing that I did know that other number: to Shane's second mobile. I'd seen it once before, somewhere...
"Idiot!" I muttered to myself. "Why didn't I remember this earlier?"
"Remember what?" A hand fell on my shoulder, making me jump. I gasped, turning to see Zakk stood in front of me.
I slapped his arm. "Don't do that!"
His face fell and he looked hurt, rubbing his elbow where I'd hit him.
"Oh, god, sorry, did I-?"
He sniggered, unable now to look me in the eye. I shook my head, hitting him again - not as roughly this time. "That wasn't funny." I said, but he continued to laugh. "You're impossible, do you know that?"
"Sorry." He sounded honest enough, although he was still sniggering. "But, seriously, remember what?"
"The number," I paused "to Shane's other phone. It's 555-025, er, something. I can't remember the last digit."
"Are you sure?" His tone became serious, and he gave me a look as if to say 'Well?'
I pulled out my mobile, punching in the numbers. "025, 025," I repeated as if it would just jump out at me. 025, 025, 025... "0259!" I jumped up, punching in the last number and held the mobile to my ear. It rang once, then twice before someone answered.
"Hello?" A male, vaguely familiar voice said, but I couldn't quite place where I knew it from.
"Hello. Is this, um," I hesitated, unsure "is this Shane?"
He chuckled, sending a shiver of recognition through me, but still, I couldn't figure out who it was. "No, sorry. Wrong number." And with that, he hung up.
I frowned, slightly confused. That voice. I wondered.
"Any luck?" Zakk asked me.
"Nope." I sighed, still certain it was the right number. "False alarm."
You know what "Normal" is? A setting on a washing machine. No one wants to be that.